Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Okay, then thank you, Brother Bao."

After Zhao Ke thanked him, he ate and chatted with Baowu, which made Zhao Ke understand a lot about the Miao family. However, every time Zhao Ke mentioned the Gu technique of Shengmiao, the couple would divert the conversation tacitly. , It seems that I don't like to talk about this aspect.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke was not reluctant, and changed to some other topics. After dinner, Baowu's wife brought Zhao Ke a large jar of bean paste from the kitchen.

Of course, Zhao Ke didn't take this can of bean paste for nothing, so he took out 200 yuan and gave it to Baowu.

Looking at the pitch-black Doubanjiang in the glass jar, Zhao Ke thought, "This trip is not in vain, this bottle of Doubanjiang is a good harvest."

Zhao Ke has already thought of a few dishes that need to be made with bean paste, and he can try them when he has a chance.

It was getting late, and when Zhao Ke returned to the room, Baowu and his wife looked at each other, and they went into the kitchen to undo the cover of the bean paste jar.

The dark jar was covered with white worms. Baowu's wife looked at the captive baby in the jar, and a sly smile appeared on her plain face. She took out a large piece of meat and threw it into the jar. In the jar, all of a sudden, there was a "squeak" biting sound coming from the jar.

Chapter 65 Back to 1964

Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhao Ke got up from the bed and twisted his neck. He hardly slept well that night.

Looking back at the bed, Zhao Ke suddenly missed his quiet and dark coffin.

It seems that after getting used to sleeping in a coffin, letting myself sleep on a bed feels very uncomfortable.

"Wow~"

Walking out of the door, the dark village outside, except for the sound of insects, is the barking of dogs.

In the misty sky, when he raised his head, he could still see some stars that had not yet disappeared. He took a deep breath of air, and the coolness penetrated into his lungs, which lifted Zhao Ke's spirit a lot.

Calling out the stamp album, Zhao Ke looked at the countdown to the arrival of the package, and thought: "It should still be able to keep up!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke walked out of the courtyard quickly, and went straight to the top of the mountain from the dirt road behind according to his memory from yesterday. At this time, it was still dark, and the dirt road in the village was very rough.

Even the villagers of the Miao nationality often choose to sleep rather than go up the mountain at this time. If one is not careful, it is a trivial matter to break an arm, but it is bad luck to roll into a deep ditch in the mountain.

The villagers are still like this, but it is not a problem for Zhao Ke. With Golden Eyes and Rem Pathfinder, plus the blessing of Yejia and Nature's Breath, Zhao Ke is much faster than during the day.

Familiar with the road, only a vague shadow can be seen in the distance, flashing away in the dark. Even the Miao villagers in the village often have to walk for an hour on the dirt road, and Zhao Ke has reached the top of the mountain in less than half an hour.

"call!"

Standing on the gazebo of the viewing platform, Zhao Ke couldn't help but let out a deep breath, looking at the brighter and brighter golden line in the distance, Zhao Ke's eyes were shining with anticipation.

Just at the dawn of dawn, when a golden thread seemed to split the sky and the earth like an axe, a golden glow suddenly appeared in the golden pupil of Zhao Ke's left eye, which seemed to echo the sky and the earth.

The mountains, rivers, and world in front of Zhao Ke suddenly changed, a fresh air rose up in the mountains and forests, Zhao Ke's face changed, and he saw the fresh air facing the golden light, like a blooming firework, bursting out with a strong life in an instant shine.

It seems that at this moment, the whole forest and vegetation wake up from the dead silence, showing vibrant colors.

"Ow..."

At this moment, Zhao Ke heard a tiger howling in the distance, which seemed to come from the deep mountain behind him. Although the distance was far away, along with the tiger howling, Zhao Ke couldn't help but follow along with his whole heart. Speed ​​up.

This is the real overlord of the jungle, definitely not the kind of captive beast in the zoo that can be compared to the king.

It's just that the sound is far away, otherwise, I really want to go there to see if I can catch this tiger. I heard that the tiger whip is very good.

This ray of dawn came and went quickly, and after only a few breaths, Zhao Ke couldn't see that very mysterious charm in the blink of an eye, as if the whole world had returned to calm again.

A round of red sun gradually broke through the sky from a distance, and it looked okay, but after losing the previous charm, Zhao Ke lost interest in watching it, and turned around when he was about to go down the mountain.

Zhao Ke frowned, and saw the black package appearing in front of him on the stone table behind him, a strange dead tree was depicted on a black postage stamp, and a woman seemed to be sitting on it .

When Zhao Ke wanted to take a closer look, he saw the face of the woman on the stamp slowly lifted up, staring at Zhao Ke with empty eye sockets, and the empty and dead gaze made people feel chills behind.

"Snapped!"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly felt his shoulders sink and his face changed. He looked back and saw nothing behind him, but when he turned his head again, Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and a pale face was pressed against his face.

What made Zhao Ke feel horrified was that this face was stuck to his face like a melting candle, making Zhao Ke feel suffocated for a while.

"call!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Ke suddenly raised his head, only then did he notice that he was sitting in a dilapidated temple, apparently having entered the space of terror.

Looking up and looking around, the dilapidated temple, I don’t know how long it has been deserted, thick spider webs are hanging all over the corners, half of the Buddha’s head of the Buddha statue behind him has collapsed, and only half of the face is left. There is no mercy, but it looks extraordinarily hideous .

Outside the temple, there was a thick layer of dead leaves, and a gust of cold wind blew over, making the dilapidated temple shiver even more.

"what!"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly noticed that the clothes on his body had changed. He wore thick black linen clothes and thick black cotton boots on his feet. Judging from the appearance of the clothes, it seemed more like the appearance of the reform just liberated.

Not only did the clothes change, but even the figure, height, and appearance seemed to be a completely different person.

Taking out the mirror from the stamp album, Zhao Ke took a look.

At this time, he looked like a middle-aged man, his shriveled face was covered with dry skin, and his weather-beaten appearance made Zhao Ke think that this person seemed to be a little malnourished.

"gun!"

At this time, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, and he saw a shotgun behind him. He picked it up and took a closer look. The simple and strong body seemed to be cherished by the master before. The shiny gun bore reflected a cold light in the sun. .

Zhao Ke looked at the barrel of the gun, and there was an iron sand bullet in it. It is estimated that the power of this gun might be able to hit rabbits and the like, but it might not be able to kill wild boars.

"That's what I look like! And what about the other postmen?"

Zhao Ke looked at his changed face in the mirror and thought in his heart, if other postmen also changed their appearance in this way, then as long as they deliberately hide it, no one will be able to tell who is the postman.

This is more beneficial to me, but it also reminds me to be more careful.

Zhao Ke touched every part of his body first, and found a booklet in his arms.

There were three big red letters on the booklet: "Forest Protection Certificate". I saw a black and white photo of myself pasted on the booklet, and the stamp of a certain commune was on the bottom.

"Chen Sixi, forest ranger, No. 9286, Donggala Village, No. 126."

The date under Yikan Forest Protection Certificate is March 1964, 3.

64 years!Zhao Ke finally knew in his heart what age he was in. This was an era that belonged to his grandparents.

Looking at the above information, Zhao Ke kept it firmly in his heart, put the shotgun on his back, and walked out of the temple.

"Whoosh..."

A gust of cold wind blew over, and Zhao Ke tightly tightened the collar of his padded jacket with his hands. The wind blowing here made people shiver from the cold, and Zhao Ke felt that the padded jacket on his body didn't seem to have any effect.

After leaving the gate of the temple, Zhao Ke saw a village not far away, but he was not in a hurry to go back, and hid in a dark corner out of the wind.