Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Both sides said politely, and after the elevator closed, the old lady held Liao Qiu's hand tightly before relaxing.

Liao Qiu was also surprised by her mother-in-law's performance.

As a ghost walker, my mother-in-law is not even afraid of ghosts. When a ghost comes, she can subdue it. She has never seen such nervousness towards a living person.

Thinking of this, Liao Qiu couldn't help being curious, and asked tentatively: "Mother-in-law, you..."

It's just that before Liao Qiu finished speaking, his mother-in-law interrupted him roughly.

"Don't ask, just remember it for me, stay away from this guy, hide as far as you can, and don't have anything to do with him!"

Liao Qiu was also taken aback. She didn't expect her mother-in-law to react so violently, and she didn't dare to speak for a while.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the elevator became silent.

Maybe it was because he was worried about scaring his grandson, or maybe he was worried that Liao Qiu didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. After all, this kid is too curious, so he still needs another vaccination.

Thinking of this mother-in-law relieved her breath: "This guy is not a bad person, but he is a complete broom star. Even the ghost messenger fell into his hands. Let's follow the line of the yin, don't have anything to do with this kind of person .”

"So mysterious?"

Liao Qiu was taken aback for a moment, thinking of the scene when he met Zhao Ke at that time.

Holding the urn alone, walking on the road in the heavy rain, the cold and lonely back is unbearable.

I didn't expect that this guy, according to my mother-in-law, is actually quite powerful.

Although Liao Qiu is a full-fledged rich second generation, he is willing to live his own, rich, self-willed and carefree life, but at any rate, his grandmother is a ghost, and he has seen even wild ghosts.

Even ghost messengers are in his hands, it seems that this guy really has some skills.

"What are you thinking, let me tell you, go home quickly, pack up your things, we're going back to the city today, it's really unlucky, hiding so far away, we still run into each other!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Seeing his mother-in-law getting angry, Liao Qiu didn't dare to make the old man angry, so she nodded her head repeatedly.

On the other side, Zhao Ke went to the storage box and took out a box from it.

The packaging on the outside of the box is very tight.

Zhao Ke tore the courier open in twos and twos.

I saw a palm-sized wooden box inside, and when I opened it, a cold light appeared on Zhao Ke's face.

"Good knife!"

The curved blade looks very simple, almost no different from those ordinary daggers on the street.

But Zhao Ke recognized at a glance that this knife is the very famous ATAK, or mad dog for short.

Its high-strength hardness material is definitely second to none among the blades of various countries.

The blade hardness is 62-63, while the tip, spine and shank are 50-54 hardness.

Maintain good elasticity, prevent the tip from breaking, and enhance the toughness of the blade.

Zhao Ke wanted to collect this knife for a long time, but there is no such knife in China.

Thanks to Lei Ke, he did not know what method he used to let the knife pass through the customs.

Zhao Ke happily put away the knife.

I found that there was still something in the box, and I took it out to see that it was a vacuum bag with a tiger penis inside.

This thing, not to mention, is a great tonic.

Zhao Ke intends to find an opportunity to bring it to the old man and let him use it to make wine. It will definitely work well.

Further down, is a piece of paper.

After opening it, a line of words was written on it: "Happy Birthday!"

Seeing this line of words, Zhao Ke was stunned. He didn't expect that Lei Ke still remembered his birthday, which was a day that even he was about to forget.

With a wry smile, Zhao Ke rubbed his eyes and put away everything.

Taking a deep breath, I'm afraid only Zhao Ke himself knows how he feels.

Instead of going upstairs, he went directly to the ghost city at the corner of the fire exit, where the blind spot was monitored.

For the ghost market, the difference between Zhao Ke leaving one second and entering the next second is like a world of difference.

Let alone now.

Zhao Ke walked in and took a look.

I found a problem. The shops that originally offered rewards to me have withdrawn their rewards one after another.

Not only was the reward withdrawn, Zhao Ke even found that there were fewer topics about himself.

It's more about discussing the stamps that have recently refreshed the trading list.

Zhao Ke was not surprised by this result at all.

The previous reward was nothing more than a guarantee that he would not be able to throw himself into the trap, who would be stupid enough to expose his information and provide clues for others to hunt and kill.

So when Zhao Ke took out something, as long as the appraisal was true, the store owner would naturally not renege on the debt.

After all, the word reputation is very important in the ghost market.

Looking at the Red Smoke House, it is not difficult to understand that its strong appeal in the ghost market and its amazing influence are definitely not based on those girls who sell meat to make money.

After all, there are only two words: "Reputation!"

Only with enough reputation will everyone go to its place to buy news.

In order to host an auction that even mid-level postmen can join.

But how much potential, what Zhao Ke saw was just the tip of the iceberg, and the real behemoth might still be hidden in the depths.

This time when Zhao Ke came, he didn't intend to enter the Red Smoke Pavilion.

He has nothing to ask, even if there is an auction.

It is of no value to a low-level postman like myself.

It seems that the only way to serve low-level postmen is to vent.