Zhao Ke finished scolding the five ghosts and asked the ghost tiger to untie the rope on the sambar deer.

"Oh, my old bones, no, you want him to apologize to me!"

The sambar deer jumped down from the grill, covered his face, and cried at Zhao Ke with aggrieved little eyes.

The box of the butcher who had no choice but to slip away early.

Zhao Ke made the ghost tiger symbolize the apology to the sambar, after all, it is a traditional virtue to respect the old and love the young.

After receiving Zhao Ke's instructions, the ghost tiger nodded emphatically, raised his hands high, and fell straight to the ground.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The mud on the ground hit the sambar deer in the face, causing the sambar to eat a mouthful of mud.

At another glance, the ghost tiger's body threw itself on the ground, and his hands slid left and right from time to time.

"You...... You...... You're sorry??? ”

The sambar was simply stunned by the ghost tiger's actions, he has lived so long in his life, and he has never seen a swimmer apologize?

What's even more hateful is that Ghost Tiger actually nodded, which means that this is an apology.

In an instant, the sambar deer felt a large stone stuffed into his chest, and he choked and couldn't speak.

Zhao Ke was on the side, rubbing his forehead silently with his fingers.

This thing is really brainless, the skull of the head is empty, and it is obviously impossible to expect him to apologize.

"Why can't you grow your brains?"

Zhao Ke sighed in his heart, hoping to exchange the brains of the butcher's box with the ghost tiger, it was absolutely perfect.

stepped forward and comforted: "This is a unique apology method in their hometown, similar to our five-body throwing." ”

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he didn't give Shuilu a chance to explain at all, and stretched out his hand to take back the ghost tiger.

"You don't lose money when you're old, haven't you eaten all the things, that's a good thing, right?"

"...... That's right. ”

When the sambar heard this, he thought in his heart, in fact, he was not a loss, although he suffered a little.

But in the end, there was no danger, a ginseng fruit, but I ate it by myself.

The taste is almost good, but the thing is a good thing, and the aura here is sufficient, go back and digest it yourself, maybe you can cultivate it a lot.

Thinking of this, the sambar deer lost a lot of anger in his heart.

When I think about it, I'm quite proud.

The ginseng fruit with a big fist, if it is taken outside, I don't know how many people will break their heads.

Although he has been practicing for a long time, he is really not good at fighting.

After all, I still earned it.

Seeing that Zhao Ke was very kind and pleasant, and he also enlightened himself, he couldn't help but have a little good impression of Zhao Ke in his heart.

Suddenly, I felt that this young man still understood a little bit and respected the elderly.

However, before a relieved smile bloomed on the sambar deer's face, Zhao Ke immediately pointed to the big bluestones on the side.

"Just figure it out, people, don't keep drilling the horns, those big bluestones will be handed over to you, make me a practice platform."

When the words fell, the little smile on the sambar deer's face suddenly froze on his face.

Say that you respect the old and love the young?

Say good housekeeper?

Are you using me like a bull?

However, the sambar deer didn't dare to complain to Zhao Ke anymore, because as soon as he turned around, he saw that Zhao Ke had an extra blood hammer in his hand.

He was glancing back and forth on the top of his head with cold eyes.

A hammer head is a normal hammer head.

But the smell of blood on the hammer's head made the sambar deer tremble for a while.

The strong resentment above made the deer feel that his head was cold, and he said in his heart: "How many people did you have to kill to get entangled in such a strong resentment?"

At this time, the sambar deer remembered the young man in front of him.

It's not an outstanding young man who is civilized and polite.

It's a big devil who eats people and doesn't spit out bones.

In addition to the practice table, Zhao Ke planned around again, although it was only the size of a vegetable garden, but take your time.

However, what makes Zhao Ke a headache is how to make money.

I am very short of postage, to what extent?

You just need to calculate the next cost.

The first is to devour stamps.

Regardless of whether or not the spirit is used, it will consume postage points.

Judging by the last postage point consumption.

This is undoubtedly a large amount of consumption.

And it seems that I can't swallow all the stamps in the short term.

So at least in the next horror space, I still need a lot of postage points to maintain the consumption of stamps.

Next.

This vegetable garden is really a bit small, and the aura is not enough to sustain one's cultivation.

Of course, he didn't bother to cultivate.

However, with such a small amount of aura, Zhao Kezhen was really worried that a fierce exercise in the future would be consumed by himself.

Even if you don't consume it, there is no new injection of aura, and it will slowly begin to dissipate.

This makes me have to buy more stamps to add new aura to Daxia Ding from time to time.

This money is cheaper than the previous two, but it also requires a lot of postage.

It seems that he has been a mid-level postman since he stepped in.

The consumption of postage points suddenly soared to a level that Zhao Ke once couldn't imagine.

For a moment, Zhao Ke suddenly understood.

Why, those middle-level postmen are so enthusiastic about the offerings of the major shop owners in the ghost market.

It seems that they are all short of money.

Look at the poor in your own mail book, the poor clanging postage.

Zhao Ke doesn't even remember the last time he was so poor.

For a while, Zhao Ke suddenly realized that making money was his top priority at the moment.

The most profitable there?

A ghost city, of course.

Don't dare to say anything else, taking the Red Smoke House as an example, Zhao Ke estimates that the trading volume of one day is definitely a huge fortune.

Other ghost market shops, even if they are not as good as the Red Smoke House, are definitely not as bad as there.

So the place to make money is the ghost market.

But the question is, how can you make money yourself.

Selling panties like that last time?

Zhao Ke shook his head, not to mention that this kind of deception has been used once, and people will not be fooled.

Zhao Ke himself will not take this risk again.

But if you can't sell underwear, what else do you have to sell?

Besides, it seems that if you want to open a store in a ghost market, it doesn't seem to be so easy.

In other words, their customers are oriented to the direction, or ordinary low-level postmen.

Either go to the trade fair of the Red Smoke Pavilion and sell to those mid-level postmen.

But what to sell? It is a headache for Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke thought, called out the mail book, and began to scan it carefully.

In the end, Zhao Ke locked his eyes on the two stamps of "Black Factory" and "Great Supplement Angelica".

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows slightly, and patted his thigh: "There is!" ”

The sambar deer who was still casting a spell to carry the big bluestone on the side was yelled at by Zhao Ke, and almost let the bluestone fall on his head.

Take another look.

Guest Zhao has already left.

Seeing this, Shuilu had a resentful little look on his face, and threw the big bluestone on the so-called practice platform.

"Curse you! Curse you! Curse you! Draw a circle and curse you......"

Shuilu silently swore in his heart that he must live past this bastard, and one day, he will be too old to walk.

He pushed the wheelchair himself, let him watch him, and occupied his family property, when the time came, he would hold a ginseng in his left hand and a ginseng in his right hand.

Under his resentful eyes, he must chew and eat it slowly, and not a single leaf will be left for him.

Thinking of this, the sambar deer's eyes flashed with hope.

I imagined that when that day came, I would be able to open my arms high and embrace the earth and air.

"Mine, mine, all mine!"

The sambar deer looked up at the sky overhead, as if they had seen that day coming.

On the other side, after Zhao Ke came out of Daxia Dingli, the time was almost up.

Not a business class though.

But the first-class seat is not bad.

At least it's not crowded, and it gives you room to spread your legs.

For those who travel long distances, a first-class seat is absolutely indispensable.

Getting in the car, Zhao Ke took out the ancient book that Liao Qiu's grandmother gave him before, and began to carefully flip through the pages from the postal album.

This ancient book looks like it's been around for a long time.

When Zhao Ke turns the page, he has to be careful, and if he is not careful, he will tear the book off.

There are a lot of deeds recorded in it about Taoist cultivation.

There are no exercises, nothing special to introduce, just a narrative like a story, recording some of the feelings and stories of a certain Taoist before he ascended to the throne.

But Zhao Ke still watched it with relish.

After carefully reading one or two stories, Zhao Ke found that it seemed that among all the Taoist systems in China, it seemed that death was the only way to achieve enlightenment.

It's not just enlightenment.

There are a lot of interesting stories mentioned in it.

For example, the saints and celebrities of all dynasties were posthumously crowned saints.

It is mentioned here that when people are alive, they cannot become gods and become enlightened.

There is also a comment at the end, which is very interesting.

Saints are saints because they don't make mistakes.

But people make mistakes when they live.

So there are only dead people who will not make mistakes.

Zhao Ke thought for a while, took out a pen, and added a sentence below: "Typical representative, Guan Yu." ”

Zhao Ke silently looked at the book in his hand.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice in the seat behind him, which made Zhao Ke's brows rise slightly.

You don't need to look back, you can see that he is a middle-aged man with a beautiful face.

A lean little flat hair, dressed in a neat suit, and carrying a suitcase in his hand.

Exquisite dress, if you don't look carefully, I'm afraid you will mistakenly think that this person is less than thirty.

The middle-aged man was chatting with the girl sitting in the outside seat.

It seems that the middle-aged man does not want to sit near the window.

"If you are a girl, you should look at the scenery outside, which will make you more attractive.

Of course I want to be able to ride with an attractive girl, so that I can wake up laughing when I sleep at night. ”

The witty and humorous rhetoric, coupled with the shrewd and capable image, and the charm of a mature man, obviously made this little girl who had no experience in the world blush.

It's just that this middle-aged man who seems to be young is not an ordinary person.

Zhao Ke was very surprised, and said in his heart: "Coincidentally, how could it be him?" ”

Silently closing the book in his hand, Zhao Ke pretended to stretch his waist, slowly stood up and looked back.

His eyes met the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also seemed to recognize Zhao Ke, but he only nodded politely, and did not show the slightest abnormality.

If it weren't for Zhao Ke's keen sense of smell, he would smell a trace of horror on his body, and he was afraid that he would really be deceived by this guy again.