Kurban is a very enthusiastic and delicate steppe man.

Pomegranate wine, a local specialty, is a treasure of Kurban.

The color is like a jewel, and the taste is even more eye-catching.

"Delicious!"

After Zhao Ke took a sip, he couldn't help but praise, the rich pomegranate fragrance, with a sweet and sour taste, mellow and no peculiar smell.

Kurban's pomegranate wine, both in terms of ingredients and syrup, is made of good things.

However, Zhao Ke is more like drinking now, it is the spirits made by the old man.

Although every time the old man dragged himself to drink, he slipped away, or found Luo Qing to top the tank.

It's just that I don't know why, after drinking a sip of pomegranate wine, Zhao Ke missed it even more, that domineering and spicy taste.

After three rounds of drinking, Kurban did not stop and pulled his son out of the tent.

Make room for Zhao Ke and them.

He knew that the group of people in front of him was not an ordinary person.

Having lived so big, I have never heard of someone who can walk shirtless on a snow-covered grassland.

After Rahman walked out of the tent, he was still reluctant to look at the tent, holding a big leg of lamb with tears in his eyes, and gnawing on Jiayu with relish.

Soon, however, he was dragged back to another yurt by Kurban.

"You guys rest early tonight, no matter what's going on outside, we don't go out!"

After instructing his wife and son to rest as soon as possible, Kurban thought for a while, quietly took out the shotgun from the box, loaded it with bullets, and lay there quietly leaning on the big wooden box on the side.

"Hehe, this man from the prairie is still a bold and careful master."

The fat pig ate the stewed mutton in his hand, and couldn't help but grin and half-jokingly praise this Kurban.

In reality, these postmen, even if they don't use any ability, with their keen hearing, can analyze Kurban's every move.

For example, the sound of him loading a shotgun.

I'm afraid that Kurban couldn't have dreamed that he was guarding against Zhao Ke and his party at the same time.

His every move was not under the surveillance of Zhao Ke.

In front of the postman, his little tricks naturally had nothing to hide.

But no one blames Kurban.

In his own home, a large group of weirdos suddenly appeared, and he would only be more careful than him.

Kurban has done well enough, at least from the perspective of ordinary people, the shotgun in his hand is still very deterrent.

Ji Wusui lay in Zhao Ke's arms and closed her eyes to recuperate, whether it was the mutton in the pot or the pomegranate wine collected by Kurban, it seemed that she couldn't arouse her interest.

Instead, she preferred to lie in Zhao Ke's arms, enjoying this guy's body temperature and listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat.

Only then will she truly feel at ease.

At this time, Wang Mazi opened his mouth and asked Zhao Ke: "Granny Hong wants you to go to the ghost market in ten days, didn't you say what the matter was?" ”

Wang Mazi's question is very acute.

For a while, except for Ji Wusui, who closed his eyes and recuperated, and Jiayu, who was fighting with a leg of mutton, the eyes of others couldn't help but shift to Zhao Ke's body.

At this point, the relationship between Zhao Ke and Granny Hong could not be clearer.

It is not a rumored blood relative of mother and son.

But it's almost the same, after all, a master didn't shout out in vain.

The fat pig on the side grinned and snickered: "It won't be for you to inherit the position of the lord of the ghost city." ”

Although it was said in a joke, it was exactly what the fat pigs expected.

The lord of the ghost city.

Ranked one of the top 10.

But mastering such an important resource as this ghost city, and its status among the top ten, is also extraordinary, and it has a decisive weight.

The possibility of Zhao Ke inheriting the ghost city is very large.

It doesn't even seem to have a better choice than Zhao Ke.

Moreover, Fat Pig knows very well that once Zhao Ke recovers as a postman, the golden stamp in the stamp book, coupled with the resources of the ghost market, is enough for him to soar rapidly in a short period of time.

Inheriting the lord of the ghost city, no matter how you think about it, the possibility is very high.

If Zhao Ke can inherit the lord of the ghost city......

The thought swirled through everyone's minds, and even Camille couldn't help but become short of breath.

As the so-called one person ascends to heaven with a chicken dog, these people all have the skill of following the dragon.

However, in the face of the excited expressions of these guys, Zhao Ke was very calm, even as if he was listening to an inconsequential matter.

Fingers gently stroked Ji Wusui's black and shiny hair.

Waiting for these guys' excited emotions to gradually subside, he spoke: "I don't plan to inherit the lord of the ghost city. ”

Zhao Ke's words were very light, but his tone was extremely resolute.

"The position of the lord of the ghost market, in my opinion, is more like a cage, which is not suitable for me, and I am not good at management."

Zhao Ke actually didn't say part of it.

This time, the bureau arranged by the red mother-in-law is obviously aimed at the slumber.

And they are more like collateral products, dispensable.

Even if she doesn't, she is not the object of the Red Mother-in-law's attention.

Zhao Ke didn't like the feeling of treating himself as a pawn, although he didn't have many options.

Moreover, the feeling of using the old man as a coercion made Zhao Ke always angry in his heart.

Dang Shen, Luo Nu, and a chaotic tyrant who has never come forward.

And then another, who did not enter, but became the mysterious man who crushed the last straw.

The purpose of these people is not the red mother-in-law, more directly, it has a lot to do with the ghost market.

There are too many intricate secrets hidden in this ghost market.

In Zhao Ke's view, the ghost market is like a big whirlpool, and all the postmen are rolling in the whirlpool of the ghost market.

One could be caught in the center of the whirlpool if one is not careful enough, and if the ship is not hard enough, it will be shattered in an instant.

Since it is possible for him to break free, he will definitely not be involved in this whirlpool.

If it was possible, Zhao Ke had a bigger idea in his heart.

is not to restore the identity of the postman, and follow Ji Wusui to hide in the red coffin.

In your spare time, you can travel through the terrifying space and play around.

In the absence of space missions, I don't mind playing in a terrifying space for a while.

Meet more people, more stories.

Of course, this idea, Zhao Ke is impossible to tell the fat pig about them.

At least not now.

Zhao Ke's voice fell, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly froze there.

Fat Pig, Wang Mazi, Camille, and Datou looked at each other inside, and Zhao Ke's reaction completely exceeded their expectations.

"You ......"

Seeing this, the fat pig wanted to say something, but was pulled hard by Wang Mazi.

Zhao Ke's tone was so firm, and it would only backfire to talk about it at this time.

"Ahem, let's not talk about it, this time we escaped death, everyone should celebrate."

Wang Mazi saw that the atmosphere was not good, so he opened his mouth and opened the topic.

Seeing this, the fat pig also nodded again and again: "I just inquired with Kurban, the old immortal threw us in Kizilsu Kirgiz, Xinjiang, let's rest for a while, set off tomorrow, and arrive at the county seat tomorrow night at the latest." ”

In fact, this matter is no wonder to the old man of yin and yang.

Zhao Ke just asked him to send them down the mountain, and at that time, their location was on the side of Xinjiang, so they would naturally be thrown directly into Xinjiang by the old man of Yin and Yang.

If you really talk about it, you can only blame Zhao Ke for not telling the location clearly, and you can't complain about others.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Ke nodded and didn't speak again.

It's kind of a complete conversation about the topic.

But soon, Zhao Ke's expression became not very good-looking.

Outside the tent, Song Heng's roaring and scolding were heard.

The unconscious elder brother finally woke up after sleeping soundly for more than four hours.

Zhao Ke's fingers gently rubbed the bridge of his nose, patted the oil stains on his hands, and gently pushed Ji Wusui away.

This made Ji Wusui very unhappy, and his resentful eyes stared out of the tent.

made Zhao Ke furious for a while, for fear that Song Heng would continue to scold and be slaughtered by Ji Wusui.

Immediately did not dare to delay, gave Ji Wusui a smile, and quickly walked out of the tent.

As soon as he got out of the tent, the smile on Zhao Ke's face quickly dimmed.

Staring at Song Heng and Luo Qing's yurts, in the wind and snow, Zhao Ke's expression flickered, and he stopped several steps.

It seems that he is still struggling, whether it is better to continue to knock Song Heng unconscious.

There are too many things in this, and Zhao Ke can't explain it to this senior brother.

Moreover, it involves the postman, which is even more tricky.

Zhao Ke never wanted Song Heng and Luo Qing to have a little intersection with the postman.

I believe that Granny Hong absolutely has a high degree of unity with herself on this issue.

But this matter can't just go on like this.

Zhao Ke must give the two of them an answer.

With a long breath, Zhao Ke stepped into Song Heng's tent, and as soon as he entered, he saw Song Heng jumping up from the futon like a lion who was furious to the extreme, and pounced on Zhao Ke.

"Bastard, I'll fight with you!"