Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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Looking at the black coffin, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

Throw the notebook in your hand into the storage ring.

Seeing Zhao Ke, he stood up and walked to the ruins on the side of Yizhuang.

This collapsed side house was the place where old man Lou's wife was burned to death.

It is also the residence of Yizhuang.

The reason why they are not in the main room is also because of Yizhuang. People don't sleep in the main room, and the main room is full of coffins.

Standing on the ruins, Zhao Ke recalled the scene at that time, staring at the broken stones under his feet.

Sure enough, vaguely, there seemed to be a vague handprint on a gravel.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke called out the Sheyuan Hand, and fiddled with the ruins a few times with two pairs of big golden hands.

Immediately, I saw an unremarkable box buried under the previous handprint.

This notebook, plus the box in front of me.

It made Zhao Ke feel as if someone was passing through this note in the dark, as if he was helping him.

Is it Old Man Lou?

Do not!

This is not helping himself, but using his own strength to avenge him. Just imagine if he hadn't taken the risk to give it a go and win a chance for himself.

If it were a human being, he would be confused, afraid that he would have to be chopped up by the old lady.

At that time, after death, the grievances will remain in this notebook, waiting for the next person to get the notebook, the power of the notebook will be even stronger.

"Hmph, you are not a good person either!"

Zhao Ke muttered to himself in the air, as if he was speaking to old man Lou.

Zhao Ke opened the box and saw that there was still a letter in the box.

Zhao Ke took out the letter paper and looked at it, and suddenly a strange expression appeared on his face.

Looking at the thing pressed under the box of letter paper, he suddenly realized in his heart: "So it's this thing!"

Chapter 834 Ancestral Worship Banquet

"Gollum..."

In the iron pan as big as a washbasin, you can see the hot boiling oil inside, and under the light of the campfire, you can see a puff of white smoke rising from the oil pan.

On the chopping board temporarily set up by the door, the seasonings were neatly placed.

Zhao Ke also found these seasonings under the ruins, and some of them were collected from the bodyguards.

After all, as a bodyguard, he travels outside all year round.

Sometimes you don't go to the village in front of you, and you don't go to the shop behind, so you can eat a chicken and roast it, and you have to carry some condiments with you.

I saw Zhao Ke kept grabbing a handful of these seasonings with his hands and putting them into the oil pan beside him.

But if you look closely, you will find it.

Although Zhao Ke's technique is fast, the amount of seasonings on the chopping board is always the same, and there is no loss at all.

But it happened to be like this, Zhao Ke's pot of hot oil became more and more fragrant as it burned.

In fact, if you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that every time Zhao Ke grabs the material, although his hand does not touch the material.

But there was a faint golden light shining in the palm of his hand.

It is the source hand.

Even if it doesn't need to be released outside, Zhao Ke has already used the camera source to the point of entering the room.

Although it is far from the unfathomable realm of cooking with the spirit of mountains and forests and wind and rain in the book of ten thousand foods, it is still far away.

But it is not difficult for Zhao Ke to send and receive like one's heart and with ease in the palm of his hand.

After all, humans and ghosts have different paths, and cooking for ghosts by oneself not only needs to add a bit of yin to the dishes, but also needs to make them more suitable for ghosts' taste.

In the past, I needed to be a little more troublesome, which required a lot of processes.

But with Sheyuan Hands, cooking for ghosts becomes easier.

After the seasoning is put down.

It was originally translucent hot oil, but it gradually turned deep red when Zhao Ke stir-fried it.

"Ah-"

At this time, I heard a sound of drowsiness.

Zhao Ke looked up, and the coffin lid on the ground loosened a few times.

Immediately after, the watchman pushed the coffin lid, shook his head and sat up from the coffin.

Taking a look at the sky, I saw that it was already dark.

She crawled out of it unsteadily, with a bit of drowsiness still on her red face.

Stretch comfortably.

As soon as he raised his nose, he suddenly smelled a tangy spicy aroma.

Although the taste is pungent, it makes one take a sip and feel that the mouth is watering under the tongue.

Follow the scent and squint.

I saw Zhao Ke standing in the yard busy with work.

"Hey, this kid!"

Seeing the temporary stove that Zhao Ke packed up, not to mention, although it is made of local materials, it still has a good appearance.

Several dilapidated porcelain bowls were neatly placed next to the stove.

Seeing this, Da Genggui couldn't help but praise in his heart, secretly said: "This little monk is honest, this whole day's effort, it seems that he didn't cause any trouble!"

You know, it's not like no one has been brought here before.