The benefits of this horror space are indeed not high.

Zhao Ke thought about it carefully, the key point should be that they were too wrong, and they were led by Mei Jiugu from beginning to end.

The most annoying place, the amount of information Mei Jiugu gave them, was very misleading.

This is not to say that the information is fake, on the contrary, Zhao Ke believes that a lot of the information in it is true, at least most of the information, he has been confirmed.

But true information, when inappropriate, will only give them a sense of misleading.

If you talk about the passage of the horror space, the score is 100 out of 100. Then this time their score is only 60 points, just over the passing line.

As for Mei Jiugu's death, he only assisted from the side, which could only be regarded as an assist, and in the end, it was the most inconspicuous person who really killed her, Wang Heng and Wang Wei's biological mother.

It can only be said that fate is twists and turns, Mei Jiugu has calculated so much, step by step, there is no omission, but in the end, she ignored a Wang Heng whose memory was deleted.

And it was Wang Heng's memory that was deleted, but it was Wang Wei, who had been blackened.

There are too many coincidences, and Mei Jiugu herself may not be able to realize it, she can only say that it is in the people who make things happen.

Therefore, Zhao Ke did not feel any dissatisfaction with this harvest, and it was actually a great luck to come back alive.

Oh! And her, Zhao Ke silently looked at his crotch, and thought about the fourth head in his heart.

Ji Wusui's meaning seems to be his future timeline, which has been erased and wiped out.

Even if Ji Wusui imprints his own body, he can't find his future self.

This is not a period of time, but the whole future.

To put it simply, in the next horror space, you are likely to die.

Of course, in addition to death, there are many possibilities, that is, being trapped in another plane forever, so Ji Wusui can't find himself.

"It's troublesome!"

Zhao Ke bit the cigarette holder to his mouth, looked up at the ceiling above his head, and under his lazy personality, Zhao Ke's brain quickly began to analyze his current situation.

In fact, there is only one word that I lack most now: "money!" ”

As the cook said at that time, he would be very short of postage, and the importance of postage will only increase.

Whether it's low, intermediate, or even advanced.

No matter how much postage you earn, you'll always feel nervous when you spend it.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly understood a little, why those middle-level postmen were willing to accept the offerings of those shop owners in the ghost market, they were really short of money.

A puff of green smoke spit out, his body lay heavily on the sofa, looking at the smoke cloud floating gently in front of him, invisibly in the air, Zhao Ke's demeanor was rarely relaxed.

My mind began to think quickly about how to make money.

"Bang ......"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, which interrupted Zhao Ke's thoughts, and he quickly put away the urn on the table.

Zhao Ke walked to the door and opened the door.

Outside the door, Mo Ju stood in front of the door, bowed to Zhao Keshen, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, we can't contact that chef for the time being, she is no longer in the Red Smoke Restaurant." ”

"Not in the Red Smoke Pavilion!"

Zhao Ke couldn't help but take a step forward, the strong aura on his body shocked Mo Ju's heart, and he couldn't help but think of the picture of Zhao Ke stabbing himself when the two met for the first time.

His face turned pale, and he couldn't help but retreat until he pressed against the wall behind him.

"She's not in the Red Smoke House, is she leaving? Or into the horror space? ”

"I don't know, she is not a slave of our Red Smoke Pavilion, we have no right to assign her, nor can we get any news from her, she is a free person, at least in this ghost city, she has absolute freedom."

Mo Ju stared at Zhao Ke, and his mind quickly calmed down.

Zhao Ke stared at Mo Ju's face, and after being silent for a moment, he nodded: "Excuse me!" ”

Regardless of whether what Mo Ju said is true or not, Zhao Ke no longer has the point of staying here, he is now poor and does not have enough postage points to buy any news or stamps.

The second is that time is tight, although there is a time difference between the ghost market and the outside world, it is impossible for me to stay here for too long.

Three...... I don't (gan) prostitute myself.

So there's no point in staying here, it's better to bang your luck elsewhere in the ghost market.

Braised is no better than other meals, the cook's pot of high-quality stew, as long as it is cooked, the fragrance is overflowing, and it can be smelled across two streets.

As long as the other party doesn't leave the ghost market, the stew must still be with you, maybe try your luck, what if you can meet it?

Stand on the building of the Red Smoke House.

Mo Ju looked at the back of Zhao Ke leaving, his expression couldn't help but become complicated, and he looked up cautiously at the mother-in-law beside him.

However, he was curious in his heart, but he didn't ask more.

Perhaps it is Mo Ju's cautious attitude that is the main reason why she is favored by Granny Hong.

"Let the smoker follow."

There was no joy or anger on the mother-in-law's face, but the careful Mo Ju could still detect that this red mother-in-law, who never showed joy and anger easily, was not in a good mood today.

Look at the cutting board, just add a few knife edges, the previous cutting board, there has never been an example of chopping knife marks.

At least for a cook, chopping the chopping board, that's a rotten problem.

Zhao Ke wandered around the ghost market, and finally went to the Lion Tower, and still ordered a table of food for the butcher's box.

There are chicken, duck and fish, as well as delicacies from the mountains and seas, and of course, there are many protected animals that are not allowed to be eaten in reality.

Normally, this is the butcher's box for one person's meal, but today there is one more.

It's sambar bar.

Zhao Ke specially ordered a table of tonic dishes for him, and also blessed him with a small tonic pleasure.

After all, medicine is not as good as food.

How can you just eat those light things?

The butcher's box was cold, but while eating, he stared at Zhao Ke with resentful eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Phew, it's eating feed again." ”

"Huh? What did you say? Didn't I hear clearly? ”(￣_，￣)

|°▽°|:"It's so fragrant! ”

Cast a pair of white eyes into the butcher's box, Zhao Ke didn't bother to pay attention to it, this thing is now getting more and more bright, Zhao Ke specially ordered more than ten pig brains for him.

Glanced back at the sambar bar.

found that the sambar deer was an old thing, and he was more hypocritical than him.

Chew and swallow slowly, and there is not much to eat on a table of dishes until now.

A good bottle of red wine, but at his strong request, two onions were soaked in it, and I wanted to pack it away and go back and drink it slowly.

He also specially asked Zhao Ke to order him a radish soup, in the words of the sambar, this is called health preservation.

Zhao Ke's taste for him is also incomprehensible.

Fortunately, the two guys ate their own food, and the butcher's box was not interested in the soup and water of the sambar, and the sambar was too lazy to eat those greasy meats.

This saved Zhao Ke a lot of trouble.

Lying on the chair, Zhao Ke smoked the big cigarette stick in his hand and looked at the top of his head with a bored expression.

After this circle, I walked around the ghost market, not to mention the news of the cook, and I didn't even smell the slightest taste.

Zhao Ke sat on the chair, looking very leisurely, but the anxious emotions in his heart were only known to Zhao Ke himself.

It's not so much that Zhao Ke is here to find something to do for himself, but how to face the old man after escaping and returning to reality.

Let's just say that I met by chance?

With the character of the old man, he must get to the bottom of it, and then ask the senior brother to book a plane ticket for him immediately and find it in person.

It's one thing to find and not find it, but what if it's exciting again and something goes wrong?

This time, it was because Luo Qing called 120 in time, the hospital rescued in time, and his eldest brother was rich and connected, so when he was rescued, he didn't need to explain it specially, and he used the most expensive imported drugs to control his condition.

But what about next time?

Zhao Ke didn't dare to guarantee that even if he was by his side, in addition to ginseng essence and the mobile medicine box of sambar, Zhao Ke had little confidence with his three-legged cat medical skills.

Just as Zhao Ke was smoking, outside the box, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, quickly put the butcher's box and the sambar deer into the Great Xia Ding, and opened the door to take a look.

It's none other than the big smoking gun.

Although this product is also a disguise, but with a cigarette stick in his hand, and the smell of tobacco on his body, Zhao Ke is naturally easy to recognize him.

"Why are you here??"

"Hey, it's really you, I just happened to come here for dinner, and I smelled the smoke, so I suspected that it was you, big brother, fate."

The big smoking gun was cooked, and he walked in directly, and when he saw so many leftovers on the table, he didn't mind if Zhao Ke ate the leftovers, so he sat down and ate it.

Zhao Ke's heart was cold, and he said in his heart: "Hell's fate." ”

I blew up the cold flint, so I naturally cut off contact with the big smoke gun.

But how do you feel, this product is like a dog skin plaster, as long as you enter the ghost market, you can meet him??

In the first few times, there were elements of Zhao Ke deliberately looking for him, and there were also accidental encounters.

Can ...... now

Zhao Ke is not a fool, it is no coincidence that the big smoking gun can find himself every time.

But the big smoking gun came at the right time, no matter what the purpose of this guy was, but he really needed his help.

So Zhao Ke didn't demolish him, but sat aside, picked up the red wine on the table and poured a glass for the big smoking gun.

Following the words of the big smoking gun, he continued: "Don't say it, it's really fate, I'm thinking about looking for you, do me a favor." ”

The big smoker took a sip of red wine and almost choked to death, and if you look closely, there are still onions soaked in the red wine?

He cleared his throat and said, "You have this taste...... It's too heavy. ”

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, the big cigarette gun rubbed his fingers: "I can help you, but the benefits are not less." ”

The character of the big smoking gun iron rooster, of course Zhao Ke knows very well, he will not help himself in vain.

After thinking about it, he took out a black stone from the postal book.

This black stone was searched by Zhao Ke from the skin ghost's postal album, and it was probably the product of a mysterious place.

It's useless for Zhao Ke to keep it now, because to open the stone, you need to go to the altar in the depths of the ghost market and pay a lot of postage.

It just so happens that I don't have postage points in my hands right now.

And Zhao Ke is not short of stamps now, what can be extracted from this thing, Zhao Ke is not clear.

I'm afraid this is the only thing that can impress the big smoking gun.

"Hehe, good thing, you say, what's the matter, wrap it up on me."

The big smoke gun's eyes lit up, and one hand was already on the black stone, and at the same time, he patted his chest and assured Zhao Ke.

It's just that after Zhao Ke finished saying something, the hand of the big smoking gun was like a bee sting, and it was withdrawn from the stone like lightning, and said with a wry smile: "This...... Big brother, I'm afraid you're hanging in the balance! ”