The big smoker strode over, as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

Squatted beside Zhao Ke.

I consciously put my hand on the tobacco shredded next to Zhao Ke, pinched a handful, and stuffed it into my cigarette stick.

In fact, Zhao Ke left the ghost market not long ago.

However, the time flow rate of the ghost market is not the same as reality.

Zhao Ke left not long ago, but for the ghost market, half a month has passed.

Last time, the big smoking gun gave himself a flint, as long as it was blown in the ghost market.

The big smoking gun will sense Zhao Ke's location.

Zhao Ke took the initiative to summon a big smoking gun, of course, it would not be a chat to relieve boredom.

He had something in his hand, and it was in great need of identification.

Last time in the Red Smoke Pavilion, Zhao Ke didn't think about it for a while.

But right now, Zhao Ke felt that it was necessary to figure it out, after all, Zhao Ke had a very strong premonition recently.

I can't tell you what it's like.

But I can feel that I may soon be in the terrifying space.

The two sat there, smoking cigarettes and looking at the stamps that kept being auctioned overhead.

You can even hear the chatter coming from time to time around you.

High or low, it's nothing more than a discussion, the golden steamed bun on the top of the head.

"Oops! Good stuff. ”

The big smoking gun naturally also noticed that this can be a golden medicine steamed bun.

After all, the huge space above the head, a golden steamed bun, will naturally attract the attention of many people.

Looking at the bidding for stamps, the low price is 100 cents.

Naturally, it is of particular concern.

At first, people just watched the excitement, but after reading the remarks of this golden steamed bun clearly.

Quite a few pondered.

As the big smoker said, good stuff.

After the blessing of the effect of "Great Supplement Angelica", the effect of this golden medicine steamed bun is already close to the boutique steamed bun that has not been blessed.

Strong resilience and not to mention.

Tighten one item to restore the lost energy.

is enough to attract the attention of many people.

Low-level postmen may feel like that.

Not worth the price, 100 points postage.

For a low-ranking postman, this is a windfall, enough to make up half a set of stamps.

Use 100 points of postage to exchange for a steamed bun.

No matter how you calculate it, it's a loss.

Therefore, Zhao Ke would hear the whispered discussion of people around him from time to time: "This guy wants to go crazy for money, 100 points of postage, Lao Tzu can be exchanged for gold, which is enough to be rich and rival the country, and there is no problem with gold hanging diamonds, and you still eat your steamed buns??"

"Hehe, this thing, I think it's 20 points of postage to death, no matter how much it is useless, 100 points, I'm afraid no one will buy it."

Discussions like this were naturally within Zhao Ke's expectations.

In fact, he was not targeting these low-level postmen.

Low-level, intermediate-level.

The difference is one word, but the difference in strength is thousands of miles, even if it is a combination of various stamps, it bursts out with amazing power.

But after all, there is a bottleneck and various limitations to this power.

Because it's not your own power after all.

But the mid-level postman is different.

Even if Zhao Ke is only at the intermediate level at this time.

But compared with before, the strength has been reborn.

If now, let yourself face again, such a strong enemy as the panther and the meat ghost.

Zhao Ke dared to say that his strength could completely crush the two of them.

As for Yang Laohei, who once beat himself half to death and chased and killed himself, he had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the earth.

In Zhao Ke's eyes, this guy is not even as good as a black panther.

But it's such a character.

Push yourself into a dead end and punch yourself in the chest.

That's the gap between the intermediate and low levels.

It's not just strength that's the difference, there's a lot more.

The two levels are different, and the places they naturally focus on are different.

So Zhao Ke didn't take the remarks of these low-level postmen to heart.

If you are yourself, you will also question the value of golden medicine steamed buns.

"Good thing, this thing, if used properly, is as powerful as a sacrificial stamp, or even more valuable!"

Naturally, the big smoking gun on the side will not be the same as the low-level postman.

He knew more than the average postman.

Naturally, I can see clearly the value of this golden steamed bun in front of me.

"Don't you think you'll be able to sell for a lot in the end?"

Zhao Ke asked tentatively.

The big smoking gun was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to stare at Zhao Ke: "Yours?" ”

Zhao Ke: "......"

The sharpness of the big smoking gun is still so strong, he just asked, and this guy immediately guessed on himself.

But I don't have anything to hide about this matter.

Anyway, the big smoker doesn't know his identity, and he doesn't know his face.

The two tacitly never asked each other about their identities.

"I got two by chance, and I lacked postage points, so I had to exchange them for money."

In fact, the big smoking gun was only tentatively asked, but unexpectedly, Zhao Ke actually admitted it.

"You ......"

After the big smoking gun was stunned for a moment, he took a deep breath of the cigarette stick in his hand: "You don't play cards according to common sense, I was a little caught off guard, you called me, it won't be for me to help you see the price." ”

"Of course not, help me see this thing, what is it?"

Zhao Ke said this, took out an item from his mail album and held it in his hand.

A black piece that looks like scrap metal.

This thing was found by Zhao Ke in the black panther's postal album.

That's why I chose this thing at that time.

Except because of the Panther's album, there are really no stamps of special interest.

What's more, Zhao Ke had seen it at the trade fair of the Red Smoke Pavilion before, and there was such a thing, which was traded by an intermediate postman.

Zhao Ke has never figured out what this thing does.

But looking at the surprised eyes of the smoking gun at that time, it is not difficult to see that these things should have a great effect.

"This ......"

The big smoking gun stared at the black bump on Zhao Ke's hand, and his brows rose slightly.

Quietly put the cigarette stick in his mouth, accompanied by the flickering tobacco in the smoke pot, a wisp of green smoke spit out along the nose of the big smoking gun.

Squinted at the pack of cigarettes in Zhao Ke's hand.

(?????) σ "1 pack! ”

(￣△￣； "Think beautifully." Two or two, no more. ”

(′?д?)? "Don't, big brother, last time I gave you so much news, you weren't generous, friendship price, half a pack!" ”

ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ: "I have this tobacco in my hand, if it weren't for the tension of the postage, I would go directly to the Red Smoke Museum to buy information, three taels." ”

The two of them quarreled for a long time.

In the end, Zhao Ke gave the big smoking gun four taels of tobacco.

Mei Zizi put the tobacco into it, took a deep breath in his own mail album, and then pointed to the thing in Zhao Ke's hand and said, "This thing, as you can see, is garbage." ”

Zhao Ke: ???

"You heard it right, it's really rubbish, but...... Not ordinary garbage, garbage from some mysterious place. ”

The big smoker took a deep breath and began to explain to Zhao Ke.

The world that the intermediate postman has to face is huge.

It's not just a timeline, it's a spatial axis.

Sometimes, there will be multiple facets.

In these unknown planes, there may even be some mysterious places.

Once these mysterious places appeared.

It is likely to cause a powerful impact, causing a rift in the plane.

Some powerful mid-level postmen will even break through the plane and time barriers, directly penetrate the past, and enter the mysterious place.

Doing so requires a very powerful sacrificial item.

And the purpose of entering the mysterious place is for the sake of this garbage.

No one knows what the mysterious place is, but the garbage inside is everything.

Broken weapons.

The head of a dead man.

There are all kinds of legends, and there are many bizarre legends.

One of the most evil is that someone found a woman with only the upper body in a mysterious place.

And what's even creepier is that the woman was alive at the time.

Just opened his mouth and shouted a sentence, and it disappeared in an instant.

As for what this sentence is, no one knows so far.

And this garbage has a very unique energy.

Once the energy is extracted, it is likely to form a brand new stamp.

It is said that this is the origin of stamps, but of course, this is just a rumor.

But the mysterious place, this kind of place is rare.

Some of the postmen died and never saw one.

The last time it was seen was four years ago.

Because the ghost market is hidden in the middle ground between reality and horror space.

So once a crack appears, it will naturally be sensed.

Four years ago, because of this rift, there was a lot of turmoil.

The thing in Zhao Ke's hand, which seems to be the same as scrap metal, belongs to this kind of garbage.

The method of identification is simple.

As long as you feel it a little, it is not difficult to feel the unusual energy on these garbage.

Just like the piece in Zhao Ke's hand, although it is very weak, it can still be felt very clearly.

As for whether there is enough energy left in it to condense new stamps.

Unless Zhao Ke extracted the energy inside, no one would be able to see through it.

As for how to extract.

Simple, in the northeast corner of the ghost city, there is an altar, pay 200 postage cents, you can enter.

When the time comes, throw this thing into the altar.

It's garbage, it's a baby, you'll know it at once.

"200 postage! So expensive? Can't I withdraw it myself? ”

Zhao Ke frowned, it's not that he can't get this price.

But in my current situation, it is impossible to waste money on such meaningless gambling.

He's too short of postage now.

Just the fusion of stamps, the gap in Zhao Ke's hand is amazing.

So now, even if he has money, he won't waste it on this kind of place.

Therefore, when it came to extraction, Zhao Ke thought of the source hand.

He wanted to know if the Regent could extract the energy from the garbage.

"Don't think about it, without the power of the altar, you can't take any energy out of this garbage."

The big smoking gun opened his mouth to remind Zhao Kedao.

Zhao Ke nodded, just put this thing away first, it's a big deal to throw it into the Great Xia Ding, and it doesn't take up space.

It's this mysterious place!

It made Zhao Ke curious, but unfortunately the big smoking gun didn't know much about the mysterious place, and he only went in it once.

And it's the kind that belongs, goes in, and escapes quickly.

I don't know much about the situation inside.

Just as Zhao Ke was chatting, there was a sudden burst of surprise around him: "That golden steamed bun, someone actually started to ask for it!" ”