Lion House.

It is the most prosperous restaurant in the ghost market, and you can taste any delicacies from the mountains and seas here.

And it can be regarded as a good price, a set of marine packages, only 1 point of postage, is enough for people to eat.

Zhao Ke sat on the balcony, from which he could basically see all the stamp transactions above his head.

Of course, the reason why Zhao Ke sat in this place was not because of the delicacies of the mountains and seas of this restaurant, but more because of the special services provided by this restaurant.

Manual search.

That is, you only need to pay, you need to buy any stamps, and once you appear in the ghost market, someone will notify you as soon as possible.

Of course, this is the Lion Tower's own hired people to scatter around the ghost market to see.

It can only be used as an auxiliary effect, and whether it can be detected in time depends on luck.

Of course, the price is also fair, 4 points of postage, I think you use a special ability for stamps.

"Guest officer, what you want is up, what are the orders, you shake the golden bell in your hand, if the wooden bell rings, please pay attention to this piece of paper on the table in time, there will be the stamp coordinates you are looking for."

The guy put the last course, the head of the deep-sea fish, on the table, carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead.

After all, it was a luxury set meal with 8 o'clock postage, with a total of nearly 300 dishes, which naturally kept them busy for a while.

"Got it."

Zhao Ke took a deep breath of the cigarette stick in his hand, nodded to indicate that he knew, and immediately picked out the tobacco in his hand from the smoke pot.

Accustomed to the domineering of those dry tobaccos in the Northeast.

I also tasted the suppleness that the old man gave himself tobacco.

Smoking ordinary tobacco and taking two puffs, Zhao Ke couldn't smoke it anymore, feeling that the taste was the same as gnawing on tree bark.

Put a cigarette stick, and Zhao Ke called out the butcher's box.

The first time the butcher's box came out this time, it was finally not to cry out for hunger, but to stare directly at the whole table of food in front of him.

"Eat, it's all made just for you! I'm going to give you a good meal, but I've tried my best. ”

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes and handed over a piece of vinegared crispy meat to the butcher's box, snickering in his heart.

I should have thought of this way a long time ago, and I wouldn't have been so worried.

8 o'clock postage, at first glance a lot.

Perhaps for newcomers who are new postmen, it is precious.

But for Zhao Ke, spending a little postage can save him a lot of trouble, and it can also free up valuable time, which is worth it.

However, to Zhao Ke's surprise, this idiot, looking at the plate he handed over, didn't open his mouth for the first time.

I saw the butcher's box with suspicious eyes, looking at Zhao Ke.

I always felt that Zhao Ke's squinting smile was a little ill-intentioned, and I vaguely remembered that the last time I let my mouth open, I ended up stuffing a bunch of chicken and dog garbage into my mouth.

As an excellent box, he would never make the same mistake twice and fight with him.

For a moment, the butcher's box looked at Zhao Ke's eyes and became vigilant.

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"What kind of eyes are you? Eat? ”

Zhao Ke handed the plate forward and urged the butcher's box to open its mouth.

In Zhao Ke's expectant eyes, the butcher's box opened its mouth through a slit.

At this moment, the box suddenly opened and swallowed it in one gulp towards Zhao Ke.

"Holy!!"

Zhao Ke was caught off guard and almost swallowed his head, but fortunately he dodged in time.

But both hands were clenched tightly by the butcher's box.

"Idiot! Give me a sigh of relief! ”

Zhao Ke kicked and kicked and rolled on the ground with the butcher's box, and it took a while to pry the mouth of the goods open, and then kicked the butcher's box aside.

"Get out of the way and eat yourself!"

Looking at the sticky liquid in his hand, a black line appeared on Zhao Ke's forehead.

Kick the box aside and let him eat it himself.

The butcher's box didn't matter, so he stuck out his tongue and added a few mouthfuls to his mouth: "It's not delicious!" ”

As he spoke, he got up from the ground, crawled to the table, and began to spit out his thick tongue and roll the food on the table into his mouth.

Then with the reluctant expression on his face, Zhao Ke had the heart to strangle this thing.

This box is getting more and more shrewd, last time it suffered a loss, this time even the profit will be gnawed back.

It's a pity that the stamps designed by the five ghosts can't reduce the IQ of this product to the beginning, and if he knew this, Zhao Ke should have given it pig feed every day in the first place.

After washing his hands, Zhao Ke didn't pay attention to the butcher's box full of oil that was lying on the table and eating.

Sitting on the chair, he couldn't help but take out the cigarette stick again, but the cigarette stick weighed in his hand for a long time, and Zhao Ke didn't smoke it.

It's really the taste of tobacco, which makes him a little unpalatable.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly understood why the big smoking gun was so fond of tobacco.

This is more uncomfortable than being addicted to smoking.

After smoking the best tobacco shreds, and then smoking other shreds, I always feel that the feeling of smoking is simply a kind of torture for myself.

"Buzz ......"

At this time, a very slight sound of pushing the door came into Zhao Ke's ears.

"Who!"

Zhao Ke turned his head and frowned with displeasure.

This balcony is closed, Zhao Ke does not shake the bell in his hand, and even the guys will not rush in.

As soon as I turned around, I saw an old lady who looked to be at least eighty years old, looking at her in horror, shaking her hands helplessly, signaling that she was just pushing away unintentionally, and walked back with her head down.

"Wait!"

Zhao Ke didn't care, but he saw a wooden box hanging on the old lady's chest, which contained all kinds of cigarettes, including packets of tobacco shreds.

Anyway, the tobacco you bought can't be eaten, so it's better to try the tobacco here.

Stand up, walk to the door, and pull the door open.

His eyes were carefully on the old lady.

Rough palms, around the corners of the eyes, even teeth are gone, and there is a saliva pocket hanging around his neck, which is specially used to wipe saliva, how can such an old man be in a place like a ghost market??

"Ouch, you old immortal, who let you in."

At this time, I saw the guy coming over, waved the old woman aside, and immediately carefully compensated Zhao Ke and said: "Don't worry about her, this old thing, old eyes are dizzy, our boss saw her pitiful, so he made a slave mark on her, kept it in the store, and sold some tobacco for a living, you must not worry about her." ”

"Slave seal?"

Zhao Ke looked at the guy: "What is the use of the slave seal?" ”

The guy was stunned, he didn't expect that the guest in front of him would not know about the slave seal, although he was embarrassed, he still explained it to Zhao Ke.

"...... It's a deed of sale, we wastes, in the horror space, can't live long, but we can sell ourselves to the ghost market, as long as we plant the slave mark, we don't have to go to the horror space to venture in the future. ”

This kind of thing is the slave seal, and Zhao Ke has heard of it for the first time, but in fact, it is not a secret in the horror space.

It's just that Zhao Ke is not interested in these things, and he has never thought about staying in the ghost market, so he has never inquired.

Low-grade slave seals can be found in all major stores.

But after planting the slave seal, there is no way to leave the ghost market again, and there is no camouflage effect.

Even life and death are in the hands of the shopkeeper, and he has become a complete slave.

The high-level slave seals are more special, and it is rumored that they can retain some of your stamp albums, and every two or three years, they can return to reality.

But this level of slave seal is very rare, and the big shopkeeper of the Lion Building is not blessed to receive such treatment.

Because according to rumors, only a few big bosses in the ghost market can personally plant slave seals for people.

Even in a big hotel like the Lion Tower, the owner is not qualified to plant a high-level slave seal for others.

Zhao Ke heard what happened, nodded, and immediately became interested in his heart.

With a tentative mentality, he continued to ask how to become the boss of the ghost market.

But as Zhao Ke expected, the guy didn't know anything about it, and said that this kind of news had become a mystery, unless he spent a huge amount of money to buy it at the Red Smoke Restaurant.

"Okay, I see, you go get busy."

Zhao Ke saw that he couldn't ask anything, so he didn't ask any more, played a buddy, turned around and walked in front of the old lady.

Helping the old lady up from the ground, Zhao Ke looked at the box hanging in front of her.

There are all kinds of cigarettes in it, some Zhao Ke has heard of it, and some have not, in addition to cigarettes, there are also drugs with higher purity.

For the ghost market, this kind of thing, no one cares.

Moreover, some postmen have strong constitutions, and the side effects of drugs of this level are minimal.

Zhao Ke didn't look at these things, but picked up a pack of shredded tobacco casually.

When you open it, the tobacco is crystal clear, with some very mellow tobacco flavor.

"Not bad!"

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, and now he is also an old bird in the smoking stick.

With a pinch of your fingers and a gentle sniff, you can judge the quality of the tobacco.

The tobacco was much better than he expected, and it was many times stronger than the bit of garbage in his hand.

"How do you sell it?"

Zhao Ke pointed to the tobacco, intending to buy them all.

The old lady shook her head with a smile on her face, didn't speak, and stuffed a pack of tobacco directly into Zhao Ke's hand.

Before Zhao Ke could give the money, he stood up and walked out with his head down.

"Alas! Don't go......"

Zhao Ke was about to call out to her, but at this moment, the wooden bell on the table rang.

It was someone who found the stamp that Zhao Ke asked for and sent a reminder.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's spirit was shocked, and he couldn't take care of the old lady for a while, turned around and walked to the table, and saw that on the paper on the side of the table, a line of markings had appeared: "Left, the third line, the fourth place, the stamp "Mirror". ”