Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

After struggling for a while, the fat man opened the chat window just now.

No way, the two silver stamps exchanged this time, although they are silver grade, are not considered rare stamps.

No!Not even rare.

As long as a low-level postman with a little bit of strength gritted his teeth, he could scrape together a piece.

Because of the synthetic formula, it is sold in the ghost market.

It's just that the stamps are not easy to make up.

The most important thing is, for me, this kind of low-level stuff is really useless at all.

Since Yang Laohei disappeared last time, the head of the hunting dog group seems to have gone crazy, asking for news about the ginseng postman everywhere.

So far I haven't even found a fart.

I wasted a lot of time, and if I continue to delay, who knows if I can still get rid of these two stamps.

"Here are two pieces of silver, what's the price?"

The fat man tried to replace the two pieces of trash on his hand.

Soon the other party gave a reply: "A piece of 40 points, it can't be higher."

"Fuck! I might as well get takeout."

The fat man felt that his face was swollen with gas.

Although these two silver stamps are rubbish, if you want to synthesize such a stamp, you need at least 60 postal points, and it has been reduced to 40 points here.

But soon the other party continued: "Then you can put it outside and try it out. Two silver stamps appear at a time. At first glance, it looks like a sell-off. If it can be higher by 50, it is considered a sky-high price."

"But the price is too low!"

After the fat man argued for a while, the other party's attitude finally softened a lot: "90 points, two tickets, you don't want to forget it."

Seeing the other party's quotation, although he was not close to his own psychological condition, the fat man still gritted his teeth and threw it out.

The resentment towards that C in my heart increased a bit.

On the other side, after seeing the notification that the transaction order from the other party has been completed.

Zhao Ke grinned, and exchanged two silver stamps for 90 points, it was worth it.

In fact, these two stamps, in the words of the big smoker, although ordinary, are not so easy to arrange.

Most people won't sell it after they've been synthesized.

Zhao Ke bought it at 90:[-] postage because the other party suffered a dumb loss.

I am eager to get rid of it, otherwise I will spend it outside slowly, at least I can still sell it for 110 points, no problem.

Of course, the premise is to sell slowly one by one.

Calculated, the other party is not considered a disadvantage, of course, the premise is that the price of being cheated by the big smoke before is not calculated.

Soon, someone brought over the stamps Zhao Ke exchanged this time.

One copy of "The Meditator" plus 90 postage points.

The result turned out to be five silver stamps and a fruit called Roselle.

It can be said that it is as cost-effective as a great gift.

After Zhao Ke put away all these things, he didn't want to stay in the ghost market any longer. He still had a lot of things to do.

Not just synthetic stamps.

Then fuse the natal stamp.

It is also necessary to enhance the aura of the space in the Great Xia Cauldron.

In short, for this advanced stage, I need a lot of time to digest my huge harvest.

Say goodbye to the big smoking gun, when you leave.

Big Smoking Gun specially gave Zhao Ke a cold flint and told Zhao Ke that next time there is something he doesn’t understand, he can ask him. As long as he is in the ghost city, Zhao Ke only needs to blow this cold flint, and he will can be sensed.

Although I always felt that the attitude of the smoker towards him suddenly changed, Zhao Ke was not used to it.

You must know that when the two bickered before, both sides wished for the other's bad luck.

But Zhao Ke still accepted the cold flint.

After all, sometimes, having the help of a know-it-all can save a lot of things.

After watching Zhao Ke leave.

Smoking Gun suddenly grinned, quickly turned around and walked out of the private room, turned around and took the elevator to go up two floors.

After reaching the fourth floor of No.30.

The elevator door opened, and Mo Ju was already standing in front of the elevator door, waiting for the big smoking gun.

"Grandma is changing clothes, you can wait here for a while."

Mo Ju walked into a kitchen with a big smoking gun.

The air was filled with a familiar smell, which made Smoking Gun swallow his saliva. At this time, Smoking Gun suddenly saw the big iron pot cooking beside him.

Inside is a pot full of old brine.

"It looks like Granny Hong really didn't lie to that kid, she really has a big pot of old brats."

Thinking of this, Smoky Gun really felt envious and jealous towards Zhao Ke in his heart.

The ghost knows what kind of luck this kid has had.

Being able to be noticed by the red granny in the ghost city, she also specially ordered herself to help this kid out of his confusion.

Although he didn't say it clearly, he still couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Could it be that... this kid is the son of Granny Hong? No, at the age of Granny Hong, the son should be an old bone. Could it be the grandson?" ?”

Just when the big smoking gun was thinking wildly.

Looking left and right, he sneaked up to the pot of old stew.

"Gollum..."