Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

As for Huang Pizi, he fell to the ground at this moment, his whole body twitching, and the old man who stuck out his tongue lost a lot of weight in an instant, and the blood on his body was drained.

It will take a while, but I can't die.

But even if it is just a slight breath, it will touch the lung muscles. Due to ischemia, the internal organs will fail and the muscles of the whole body will contract.

To put it bluntly, it means that every inch of muscle in the whole body will experience cramping pain, including your jaw, your head, your neck, etc...

This is definitely a process that is worse than death.

Zhao Ke has long noticed that there is a yellow leather child following him.

It's well hidden, but it's a pity that the wrong person was chosen. Zhao Ke, who owns "Nature's Wrath", is more elusive in places with better natural environments.

There is no need to use the breath of nature, this special ability.

Zhao Ke just activated his lustful personality, relaxed his body, and perfectly integrated himself with the surrounding nature.

Reaching out to lift this guy up from the ground, Zhao Ke couldn't help shaking his head.

"It's not the old fairy after all!"

In the third horror space, Zhao Ke knew that the old fairy was very powerful, and he also knew that they had cultivated demon pills on their bodies.

I have one in my hand.

The current yellow skin can't be compared with that one, it's not at the same level at all.

Otherwise, I can also get some extra gains.

Of course, having said that, if he really met an old fairy of that level, in Zhao Ke's current state, he might have no choice but to escape.

"Well, it should be coming soon!"

Zhao Ke turned his head and looked back, counting the time in his heart, his eyes swept across the road ahead, and when he saw an abandoned thatched cottage not far away, the corners of his mouth raised, and he walked towards the thatched cottage.

On the other side, the Taoist drove the black wind that Huang Pizi turned into, and accelerated all the way to catch up. Huang Pizi kept stopping on the road, holding his nose and sniffing in the air.

It is to judge the direction by smelling the urine smell left by the companion along the way.

Don't look at the Taoist priests chasing after driving a black wind, but the black wind is transformed by the yellow skin, and the speed is not much faster.

Seeing that the sun has come out.

Huang Pizi is also very tired. Even if the Taoist priest is not heavy, there are bits and pieces on his body, such as copper coins and swords, mirrors, soul nails, and at least five or six catties of things.

After chasing all the way to the present, I was already tired and lay down.

"waste!"

Seeing that Huang Pizi was getting slower and slower, the Taoist simply walked down. After chanting the mantra, he saw a tumbling in the soil behind him, and a zombie emerged from the soil.

"Unfortunately, although that monk is full of blood, there is Buddha energy in his blood. Otherwise, if he feeds you with his blood, you can also cultivate into a bronze corpse now."

While talking, the Taoist priest took out a small bottle from his sleeve and poured it down to the zombie.

Immediately, he threw the remaining half bottle to Huang Pizi, so that he would not have to recharge his energy. He took out a pill and put it in his mouth, crawled under the shade of the tree, and let the weasel rub the medicine on his buttocks.

Just didn't rest for a while, the Taoist suddenly raised his nose.

A fragrance comes with the wind, and the fragrance comes with the wind, but the more you smell it, the more fragrant it becomes.

Not to mention being a Taoist priest, even the yellow man beside him stood up straight like a human being, holding his nose and inhaling vigorously.

"Where did the scent come from?"

The Taoist stood up, kicked Huang Pizi's buttocks, and said, "Follow the fragrance!"

As he was talking, he saw Huang Pizi dragging the Taoist priest along the direction of the scent, and after a short walk, he saw a shed standing on a pipeline.

That smell came from the arbor.

Looking again, in the pergola, an old man was standing in front of the pot, a big pot filled with the smell of cooking.

After walking for a long time, the Taoist priest was already grumbling with hunger.

At this time, smelling the fragrance, I couldn't bear it anymore, and took the yellow leather bag, and strode over.

The Taoist priest walked in and took a closer look.

I saw an old man in his 80s, his hair was already white, but his hands and feet were steady.

"Bang bang bang..."

The blade was light and fast, and the meat was chopped into a puree. When the lid was lifted, a pot of broth was brewing in the iron pot.

The soup is milky white, with bones and pieces of meat floating out of it from time to time, exuding a special fragrance.

The old man mixed the soup into the meat paste from time to time, added some vegetables, squeezed with his fingers, and the round meat balls were squeezed out from the palm of his hand and fell into the basin beside him.

The pieces are round and shaped, coagulated but not scattered. The pink meat sauce, mixed with the fragrance of wild vegetables, undoubtedly whets the appetite.

At this time, I saw the old man's palm spread out.

The boxy ones, gently uncovered, under the sun, seem to be transparent, so thin that one doubts whether it can bear the weight of the meat ball.

But the old man turned his hands and wrapped the meat ball in the dough, pinched it with his fingers, the dough and the meat ball were perfectly combined, and there was an extra tail, which was pinched into small ears.

Put it there, round and round, with cats and rabbits, Dai Meng's cute appearance is pleasing to the heart.

"Gudong!"

Seeing this, the Taoist couldn't help swallowing, strode over, and said, "Old man, do you have anything to eat?"

The Taoist priest never took his eyes off the cauldron while talking.

"We only sell hot yellow wontons. It's cheap, and it costs three renminbi a bowl." The old man turned his head, bent over, looking a little hunchbacked. Looking carefully, his legs and feet were still a little disabled.

"Yellow hot wontons! I've never heard of it. Let's try a bowl first. It's not good, but I won't give you money!"

The Taoist priest rolled his eyes and sat on the table beside him with his hips tilted.

"Okay! Daoist, please wait a moment."

The old man nodded again and again, pouring a pot of wontons into the pot.

However, it was fished out in a short while, the thin skin was crystal clear, and the meat filling inside had a special pink color, which made the wonton look more fresh and delicious.

In the bottom of the bowl, the wild vegetables and seasonings that have been placed long ago, the cooked wontons fell into the bowl, and a spoonful of old soup was poured in, but the soup was white but not oily, fat but not greasy.