"Poisonous!!"

With the burning sensation in his abdomen, he felt his limbs stiffen, and the only thought left was to leave the ghost market immediately.

However, the cold prompt instantly knocked him to the bottom.

[You are currently in a special state, and you can't leave the ghost city! 】

"Grass mud horse, let me go!!"

Hearing the hint from the stamp book, the man let out a terrible and angry scream, it was because he was in the wrong situation that he wanted to leave the ghost city, but why should he stop himself from leaving!

And why would anyone do it to themselves? How did he know his place?

Also, when did he move his hand, why he didn't notice it at all.

The fear in the heart, like a tide, continues to amplify infinitely in the hearts of men.

The more answers he couldn't figure out, the more chills ran down his back.

His stomach was clearly like coals, but the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down, and the chill behind him made him shiver all over his body.

Soon, he found that his body was completely unable to move.

Even he found that even the black fog on his body was actually dissipating, and the young man with a pockmarked face gradually became clear under the black fog.

Where is the stiffness of the whole body, no matter how he screams, asking for help, but unfortunately, the private room is completely soundproof, even if he screams, he can't hear it at all.

"Gollum ......"

At this time, the blood in the cup, like a faucet that opens the floodgate, keeps gurgling out, and the eyeball, arched in the blood water, gradually condenses half of the face.

Seeing this face, the man's pupils tightened, and suddenly all his doubts were solved.

On the other side, in the private room where Zhao Ke was, Zhao Ke did not leave.

It's rare to get so close to the world of mid-level postmen, even if it's just the tip of the iceberg.

But for Zhao Ke, it is also a rare opportunity.

At their level, Zhao Ke found that the stamps, which were regarded as treasures by their low-level postmen, were no longer so important.

They trade with each other in all sorts of strange things, but very little of them involve stamps.

Regarding this matter, Zhao Ke had the attitude of giving it a try and asked about the big smoking gun, and the result was ......

"Humph!"

The big smoking gun turned his head directly, and it seemed that he was still sulking with Zhao Ke.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke no longer had any hope, and simply sat on the sofa honestly and continued to watch.

After a while, when Zhao Ke was bored watching it.

A message appeared on the glass in front of him, with a red title, instantly covering all the transaction information.

[This special auction of the Red Smoke Pavilion has a message about how to get out of the postman's identity that is circulated in the world. 】

Seeing the news, the big smoking gun, which was originally lazy, jumped up from the sofa with a puff as if there was an extra thorn under the buttocks.

Zhao Ke couldn't see the face of the big smoking gun, but he could hear the rapid breathing of the big smoking gun.

It's not just smoking guns.

The moment this news came out, the glass in front of me was almost swiped by the barrage.

"Really, it's true!"

The big smoke gun stared at the glass, his voice became excited, and he pounced on the glass, frantically sending out a barrage, asking about the authenticity of this news.

Of course, he actually had the answer in his heart.

Since the Red Smoke Pavilion dares to auction this news, it means that the source and authenticity of the news have been verified by the Hongyan Pavilion, and I dare not say that it is 100% true.

But nine times out of ten, you can't be wrong, if you don't have such credibility, how can the Red Smoke House become the primary industry in the ghost market.

Contrast the excitement of the smoking gun.

Zhao Ke was completely like a clay sculpture, lying on the sofa with an indifferent expression.

The value of this news to Zhao Ke is almost equal to zero.

And for postmen such as the big smoking gun, although there is a beautiful temptation.

But Zhao Ke felt that no matter who got the news, in fact, the final result would be a waste of money.

Why? Because the key to getting rid of the postman is the dream gem.

Dream gems, how exactly to get.

Zhao Ke didn't know that he was quite half of himself at the moment, as long as he killed himself, he would be able to have a chance to get the dream gem.

Therefore, Zhao Ke was not only not interested in this news, but perhaps because he was related to himself, he was very repulsed by this news.

The only reason why Zhao Ke did not leave early was nothing more than how much turmoil Zhao Ke wanted to see if this news would cause.

It seems that there are too many barrages, and you can barely see anything on the glass.

So soon there will be a professional host downstairs, coming up and hosting.

Before the auction, the doubts in everyone's minds were explained.

"We can conclude that this news is completely true, and the source is from two low-ranking postmen, who have seen and heard with our own eyes, and we have repeatedly verified their memories, and after a hundred deductions, this news has been proved to be completely reliable."

Hearing the voice, Zhao Ke was stunned.

Immediately, Zhao Ke frowned, the crow and Zhang Haigen joined forces, Zhao Ke was not surprised, but he still had to watch their memories.

I don't know if their memories will have an impact on themselves.

What worries Zhao Ke the most is another thing......

"Because the two news sellers have bought out these two messages to the Red Smoke Museum, everyone can ensure the security and privacy of the news, and next, everyone can bid!"

After the host's words were finished, the bidding on the glass in front of him could almost be described as overwhelming.

Zhao Ke glanced at it, and felt that the green tendons on his forehead were jumping, and the postage had become a foil at this time.

It can only be used as a criterion for valuing an item.

Now, all sorts of materials, stamps, began to be thrown upwards.

Here, Zhao Ke found that the valuation of material stamps is higher than the valuation of some stamps.

In particular, some (only) materials.

The estimate even exceeds the value of the silver stamp.

"!"

The big smoking gun smashed into the glass with a fist, beads of sweat on his forehead, and chose to give up the bid.

The competition is too fierce.

Some scarce silver stamps, take out one casually, put it outside, Zhao Ke estimated that it could almost refresh it, the ghost market trading rankings.

"What a good calculation!"

Zhao Ke felt red when he saw it.

It's a pity that in this scene, the two fools, Lao Yao and Zhang Haigen, are not there.

Otherwise, seeing the boiling scene at the moment, I believe that no matter how many postpoints the Red Smoke Pavilion gave them, it is estimated that these two guys will be able to regret their intestines.

Of course, such a scene is only limited to the Red Smoke Pavilion.

When others got the news, even if they wanted to sell it, it would not reach one-tenth of the effect of the Red Smoke Pavilion.

Because, only the Red Smoke Pavilion has such appeal and guarantee credibility.

This is also the reason why the Red Smoke Pavilion is so powerful.

So, if you treat this place as a brothel that sells meat, hehe, you're really a fool.

"Bang ......"

At the same time, in the back kitchen on the 29th floor of the Red Smoke House.

A sharp banging sound echoed in the back kitchen.

A pair of calloused hands, holding two wooden mallets, smashed the meat filling in the porcelain basin repeatedly.

The red and white powder of the meat foam, when smashed to the end, had turned into a puddle of pink meat puree.

In the dim light, the old face finally raised its head.

The short hair was like a layer of white frost, and a pair of big eyes were sunken deeply, and there was no trace of life in the eyes, like two deep wells that had dried up.

She was toothless, with dentures, and although she didn't speak, saliva came down her mouth from time to time.

He didn't seem to be very pleased with the color of the puree.

The old lady slowly raised her head and gently picked up the scissors on the table.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Seeing the old lady's steps, I saw that the pockmarks on the face of the young man hanging in the air were oozing sweat.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt!"

The old lady stepped forward and raised the scissors in her hand.

(*・ω・)✄╰ひ╯

"Click!" With a knife, the young man's whole body trembled, and he felt that the whole world was tasteless in an instant, and in the dim kitchen, the sound of scissors "clucking" kept coming.