Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Hmph, it's not easy to know. I'll go to the Red Smoke Pavilion tonight, and I don't know what news will come then."

When mentioning the Red Smoke Pavilion, the eyes of the surrounding people showed a meaningful light, and they laughed in a low voice, and didn't mention it any more.

Sitting on the stone platform, Zhao Ke took out a silver cigarette case, took out a cigarette from it, half-closed his eyes, and sniffed the cigarette under the tip of his nose. He didn't pay attention to the fierce bidding above.

Instead, he silently listened to the conversations of the people around him, and learned more information from them.

Obviously, on top of the special stamps, there seemed to be silver, gold, and two different grades of stamps. Listening to the spectators around, this kind of stamps needed to be synthesized.

These people were just chatting and didn't involve any more information, but they mentioned another place, which aroused Zhao Ke's interest, the Red Smoke Pavilion.

The bidding is still going on, and the price has reached 80 cents. When this price is reached, the bid is often only 1 cent higher than the original price.

Every postal point is a test of the bottom line of their team, just like a tall building. The taller the building, the higher the building, often wants to add another layer, and the risk and difficulty will increase exponentially.

Zhao Ke glanced at the turnover of several other stamps around him. When he saw that those sold stamps were gradually being bought up quickly, Zhao Ke knew that some people might have started to give up bidding one after another.

I saw that the asking price was still increasing.

However, every additional postal cent represents the last straw that broke the camel's back. The frequency of bidding has been shortened from the last 50 seconds to the last 20 seconds.

Judging from the frequency, Zhao Ke deduced that there should only be three groups of people asking the price now, and Zhao Ke estimated that the postal points they could use had reached their limit.

At this time, everyone was stunned for a moment, only to see Taishan Stone's postal score suddenly increased from 84 to 90.

"Good spirit!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's eyes were a little more appreciative. It has come to this juncture. He simply put down all his cards to deter his opponent. If he can succeed, even if he cannot win the bid, he can maximize the opponent's losses.

The sky-high price of 90 points made many people jealous, and some even wondered whether this Mount Tai stone was worth the price.

To know this price, you can exchange two good special stamps at a time on the exchange list, or even three.

Seeing that the countdown to the asking price kept shortening, everyone's hearts were about to jump to their chests, and their eyes were fixed on the ever-shortening time above their heads.

"5,

4,

3,

2

The transaction was successful. "

The instant the stamp disappeared, everyone felt relieved, and let out a long sigh of relief, even though this transaction had nothing to do with them.

But the sense of oppression that is pressing down one by one, can't help but make everyone else feel the tension behind this transaction.

But to say, the only person who is not nervous is Zhao Ke, the banker.

This Mount Tai stone, together with the glare shield and the thunderstorm, earned him a total of 143 postage points. Looking at the total of 184 postage points in his stamp album, Zhao Ke finally showed a satisfied look on his face.

But Zhao Ke believes that these postal points are nothing to him. Putting aside the Taishan stone, whether it is a puppet master in his hand or a ghost bride, if he throws out any one, the price will only be higher than that of the Taishan stone. High or low.

Especially the Ghost Bride stamp, which possesses dual special abilities, plus it can confuse the mind and ghosts, I am afraid that if it is taken out, it will definitely be an unexpected sky-high price.

Of course, the premise is that someone can come up with enough postal points as a transaction.

Money is the waist of a person. This sentence is not only applicable to reality, the postage in one's hand is definitely a windfall.

Zhao Ke was not in a hurry to exchange the stamps he wanted, nor did he start to make big purchases. On the contrary, Zhao Ke was very low-key, even more low-key than before.

Even though he is now shrouded in a black mist, Zhao Ke is still very careful, like a drop of water, drifting with the crowd, silently hiding himself in the ghost city.

In a closed room, only a few black figures were sitting on chairs, staring at another companion.

A pair of slightly closed phoenix eyes opened slightly, shook his head to everyone and said: "No, I scanned everyone's emotions within a radius of [-] kilometers, but the other party seemed to be very careful, did not show any signs, or hid , or have already left the ghost city."

"No surprise, if you can sell the stamps that can be used as the core, the other party is definitely a veteran. If you can't find them, forget it. Sell all the unnecessary stamps in your hands. Be sure to collect enough stamps before going to the horror space. point."

The speaking voice is very magnetic, and it sounds very comfortable, but there is an unquestionable tone in the tone, which makes people dare not question it.

But at this moment, on the other side, Zhao Ke looked at the Hongyan Pavilion in front of him, not only his expression was dull for a while.

The so-called Red Smoke Hall, in fact, is more similar to a nunnery, but unlike the nunnery I used to be, this nunnery is completely of the blatant type.

Even the architectural style makes people sweat. The curved L-shaped building and the roof are shaped like mushroom caps. At first glance, one might think it is some kind of indescribable object on a human body.

If this were to be put into reality, it would definitely be a building that would be demolished in minutes.

In front of the gate, in the hanging golden birdcage, several women sat inside, making charming and provocative movements from time to time, attracting many people to stare.

These women seem to have deliberately removed the black mist from their bodies, exposing their real figures, but they have a mask on their faces, which makes it impossible to guess their true appearance.

If you think that's all there is to it, you're wrong.

After Zhao Ke walked in, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. If he really wanted to describe it, he could only say it was a forest of wine and meat, extremely extravagant, and his white thighs were completely undisguised. This was throwing away the last fig leaf Lose.

"Hello, is this your first time here?" Someone came forward and asked enthusiastically with a form.

At the same time, pass the form to Zhao Ke. There are various tastes and interests on the form. Not only men can be accepted, but women can also be accepted. Even if necessary, the girls here even have stamps with the ability to transform, guaranteeing to the guests A full experience.

"what!"

At this time, there was only a scream, and a woman ran out from behind, fell to the ground, and was quickly chased by several men, who beat her with a whip.

"Snapped!"

The thick black long whip was pulled down, and a bright red mark was drawn on the smooth back in an instant.

"Help me! Kiss, save me!"

The woman struggled desperately, and crawled to Zhao Ke's feet little by little, raised her head, revealing half of her delicate face, with tears still rolling down her cheeks in her watery eyes, with longing in her eyes, hoping that Zhao Ke could save her.

Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and without waiting for the woman to approach, he stepped back sideways.

The tortoise man who was in charge of reception saw Zhao Ke's frown, and immediately waved his hand. The woman on the ground quickly got up, and returned to the side room with several men around, waiting for the next guest. .

"Guest officer, that's our latest service, the story of heroes saving the beauty, you don't like it, we have other story projects in the future, such as... house robbery."

Chapter 52 Information

"Guest officer, if you don't like to play these role-playing games, we have more..."

"Give me a private room, and I want to inquire about some news."

Before Mr. Gui could finish speaking, Ke Zhao impatiently interrupted the rest of his nonsense, and at the same time drew 1 point from the stamp album and stuffed it into Mr. Gui's hand.