Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

As he said that, he stood up from the ground, climbed to the table, and began to stick out his thick tongue, rolling the food on the table into his mouth.

Then with that expression of reluctance on his face, Zhao Ke had the heart to strangle this guy to death.

This box is getting smarter and smarter, last time it suffered a loss, this time it will even get back the profit.

It's a pity that the stamp designed by the five ghosts can't reduce the IQ of this guy to the initial stage. If he knew this, Zhao Ke should have fed it pig feed every day in the first place.

After washing his hands, Zhao Ke ignored the butcher's box that was lying on the table and eating it.

Sitting on the chair, he couldn't help but took out the cigarette stick again, but after weighing the stick in his hand for a long time, Zhao Ke didn't smoke.

It was really the smell of shredded tobacco, which made him a little bit reluctant.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly understood why the big smoker had such a soft spot for shredded tobacco.

This is more uncomfortable than smoking addiction.

After smoking the best cut tobacco, and then smoking other cut tobacco, I always feel that the feeling of smoking is simply a kind of torture to myself.

"Om..."

At this time, a very slight sound of pushing the door came to Zhao Ke's ears.

"Who!"

Zhao Ke turned his head and frowned in displeasure.

This balcony is enclosed, Zhao Ke doesn't shake the bell at hand, and even the buddies won't rush in.

As soon as I turned around, I saw an old lady who looked at least in her 80s, looking at me in horror, shaking her hands at a loss, indicating that she just pushed away unintentionally, and walked back with her head down.

"Wait!"

Zhao Ke didn't care at first, but he saw a wooden box hanging on the old lady's chest, which contained all kinds of cigarettes, including a pack of shredded tobacco.

Anyway, the shredded tobacco that I bought can't be tasted, so it's better to try the shredded tobacco here.

Stand up, go to the door, and pull the door open.

He looked carefully at the old lady.

Rough palms, around the corners of the eyes, no teeth, and a drool bag hanging around the neck, specially used to wipe the saliva. How can such an old man be in a place like the ghost market? ?

"Ouch, you old bastard, who let you in."

At this time, I saw the man come over, waved the old woman aside, and then carefully apologized to Ke Zhao: "Guest officer, don't bother with her, this old thing is old and dim-sighted, our boss thought she was pitiful, so he laid it down for her." Slave seal, keep it in the store and sell some tobacco for a living, don't bother with her."

"Slave mark?"

Zhao Ke looked at the buddy: "What is the function of the slave seal?"

The clerk was taken aback, he didn't expect that the guest in front of him would not know the slave seal, although he was embarrassed, he still explained it to Zhao Ke.

"Eh... It's a bond of sale. We trash can't live long in the horror space, but we can sell ourselves to the ghost market. As long as we plant the slave mark, we don't have to take risks in the horror space again."

This is the first time Zhao Ke has heard of such things as slave seals. In fact, it is not a secret in the horror space.

It's just that Zhao Ke is not interested in these things, nor has he thought about staying in the ghost market, so he has never inquired about them.

Low-level slave seals can be found in all major shops.

But after planting the slave mark, there is no way to leave the ghost market again, and there is no camouflage effect.

Even life and death are in the hands of the shopkeeper, and he becomes a complete slave.

And the high-level slave seal is quite special. It is said that it can retain part of your stamp album's ability, and can return to reality every two or three years.

But slave marks of this level are very rare, and the big shopkeepers of the Lion House are not lucky enough to receive such treatment.

Because according to rumors of high-level slave marks, only a few big bosses in the ghost market can personally plant slave marks for people.

Even the owner of a big hotel like the Lion Tower is not qualified to plant a mark of high-level slavery on others.

After Zhao Ke heard what had happened, he nodded, and soon became interested.

With a tentative mind, I continued to ask how to become the boss of the ghost market.

But just as Zhao Ke expected, the guy didn't know anything about it, and said that this kind of news has become a mystery, unless he spends a huge price to buy it at the Red Smoke Pavilion.

"Okay, I get it, go get busy."

Zhao Ke saw that he couldn't find anything out of the question, so he didn't ask any more questions, and turned around to walk in front of the old lady.

Helping the old lady up from the ground, Zhao Ke looked at the box hanging in front of her.

There are all kinds of cigarettes inside, some Zhao customers have heard of them, and some have not. In addition to cigarettes, there are also high-purity drugs.

For the ghost market, no one cares about this kind of thing.

Furthermore, some postmen have strong physiques, and this level of drugs has minimal side effects on them.

Zhao Ke didn't look at these things, but picked up a pack of shredded tobacco casually.

When you open it, the shredded tobacco is crystal clear, with some very mellow flavors of tobacco leaves.

"good!"

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, now he can be regarded as an old bird in the smoking rod.

You can judge the quality of shredded tobacco by pinching your fingers and sniffing lightly.

These shredded tobaccos were much better than he expected, many times better than the bit of garbage in his hand.

"How to sell?"

Zhao Ke pointed to the shredded tobacco, intending to buy them all.

The old lady shook her head with a silly smile, without saying a word, and directly stuffed a pack of shredded tobacco into Zhao Ke's hand.

Before Zhao Ke gave the money, he stood up and walked out with his head down.

"Oh! Don't go..."

Zhao Ke was about to call her to stop, but at this moment, the wooden bell on the table rang.

It was someone who found the stamp Zhao Ke wanted and sent a reminder.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's spirit was shocked, and he couldn't take care of the old lady for a while. He turned around and walked to the table, and saw a line of paper on the side of the table: "Left, third line, fourth place , Stamp "Mirror Mirror."