Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The icy cold air above was what stimulated him to wake up.

"The urn!"

Seeing the urn, Zhao Ke couldn't help being stunned. He didn't even remember how long he had been sitting here, and recalled the moment when Lei Ting almost smashed himself to pieces.

A stream of cold sweat trickled down his wet back.

It's too risky. In the face of the moody power of nature, Zhao Ke realizes his own humbleness for the first time.

If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the urn in his hand, which woke him up, Zhao Ke was afraid that he would have fallen into a situation where he would never be able to recover.

However, before Zhao Ke breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Ke suddenly felt a coolness behind his back, as if something was crawling up his back.

That itchy feeling seemed to have countless tentacles crawling on his skin. Zhao Ke turned his head and saw a big centipede crawling up his back, aiming at Zhao Ke and spitting out a black mist .

Chapter 323 Purgatory Factory

"Hey!"

The black mist in front of him dissipated, and a pungent sour smell made Zhao Ke subconsciously hold his breath.

A very faint ray of light, in the dilapidated room, covered the room with a layer of mist.

It's not too dark, but I can't see clearly.

In addition to the sour smell, there was also a smell that Zhao Ke couldn't tell what it was, but it made Zhao Ke very uncomfortable.

In the first volume of the room, there are several air outlets on the wooden wall. If you look carefully, the gray fog in the room is coming out of this air outlet.

There was a long sigh of innocence, and Zhao Ke took a closer look before he could see clearly that there were about ten people lying in disorder in the room.

With skinny and hunchbacked figures, one can see their slightly undulating chests under the skin and bones when they go to the big bed. This is the only evidence that they are still alive.

Zhao Ke noticed that the clothes of these people, the rough white rag clothes, had been stained black.

As for the yin and yang hair on the top of the head and the long braids, Zhao Ke already roughly understands that this is that era.

Zhao Ke noticed that these people were holding an iron bucket that looked like a loudspeaker.

At first Zhao Ke didn't know what these things were for.

But soon, Zhao Ke saw a man with a figure almost like a monkey struggling to get up, holding an iron bucket in one hand.

Point the small end of the iron barrel at your nose and mouth, and point the end with the big horn at the air outlet on the wall, and take a few deep breaths against the mist on the air outlet.

This monkey-like man finally showed a satisfied and relaxed smile on his sallow face, and lay down on the bed with a look of wanting to die.

"Damn!"

Zhao Ke was taken aback for a moment, and soon understood what it was for. A feeling of disgust made him feel sick, and Zhao Ke instantly had an urge to kill someone.

Immediately, Zhao Ke walked out of the room quickly. Before leaving, Zhao Ke did not forget to pick up a loudspeaker.

Going out of the room and looking up, I saw a corridor in front of me, with about ten partitions in front and back.

In these partitioned rooms, the laughter of men and women came from time to time.

Zhao Ke walked forward with a dark face, and within a few steps, he saw the door of a room on the side was opened, and a tall and thick man walked out from the inside, with a refreshed and energetic look on his face.

Zhao Ke squinted at the crack of the back door, and saw two naked women lying on a small bed inside the room, holding a big black cigarette stick in their hands, one for you, one for me, Inhaled in the clouds.

"call……"

The two girls rolled their eyes and stretched out their bodies, not caring at all whether the spring light they parted would be exposed, and exhaled a wisp of white smoke.

The smoke was sucked in along the ventilation hole above the partition, and the other end of the ventilation hole was the room where Zhao Ke was just now.

So those people in the room are addicts who can't afford opium.

After the drug addiction broke out, he had to rent an iron horn at a very low price, and hid in the back room to smoke second-hand smoke.

Thinking that his whole body was covered with second-hand smoke from an unknown number of people, Zhao Ke's face was covered with a thick layer of haze.

Not in the mood to check his current appearance, Zhao Ke lowered his head and walked out of the opium hall quickly.

Before leaving, he put the iron horn that he brought along on the counter.

"Hey, Wang Xiaogou, you came out very quickly today."

The guy at the counter looked up at Zhao Ke and joked.

Zhao Ke didn't speak, just left with his head down.

Seeing this, the buddy couldn't help curling his lips and cursing: "Oh, what, you dare to ignore me, next time you come, I won't even give you the iron hat, just watch you cry and beg me."

Even if it's just a guy in the opium hall, for these poor ghosts who have no money and want to smoke, he is still the best person, the one who carelessly pleases.

In the usual way, Wang Xiaogou would nod and bow in praise when faced with teasing by the buddy before he dared to leave.

If the guy is in a good mood, next time he comes, maybe he can charge a little less and let him in.

Otherwise, with a face like that, I'm afraid you won't even be able to smoke second-hand smoke.

It's a pity that Zhao Ke is not Wang Puppy, at this time Zhao Ke is eager to go out and take a breath of fresh air.

However, when Zhao Ke opened the door and walked out, he took a deep breath, and what he greeted was not fresh air, but a disgusting and pungent haze.

"Bah bah bah!"

When the air was sucked into the mouth, it felt like eating a handful of sand, which stabbed the throat and almost made Zhao Ke spit it out.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of smear, Zhao Ke realized that there was actually black dust in his phlegm.

Looking at the surroundings again, although it was night, the mist in the air was no worse than that in the previous room.

The street in front of me is very neat, but the architectural style on both sides is weird.

The small wooden buildings are oddly shaped, and some buildings are connected by suspension bridges.

Not far away, six big chimneys were emitting a puff of black smoke at this moment. The surrounding air was so poor that it was the six chimneys that caused it.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke could only cover his mouth and nose with his clothes, walked to the corner with his head down, and then began to grope around, hoping to find some clues to his identity.

From the point of view that the buddy called himself Wang Xiaogou before, his surname is Wang, but Xiaogou is probably a nickname given to him by the buddy.

Zhao Ke groped his whole body, only to find that this identity was simply the poor ghost among the poor ghosts.

He is so poor that he doesn't even have a pair of underpants, and the only thing he has on him is this thin and old clothes.