"Gollum ......"

In the iron pot that is like a basin, you can see the hot boiling oil inside, and under the light of the bonfire on the side, you can see a puff of white smoke coming out of the oil pot.

On the temporary board of the door panel on the side, spices are neatly placed.

Zhao Ke also found these spices under the ruins, and some of them were collected by those dart masters.

After all, as a dart master, he walks around all year round.

Sometimes I can't go to the village in front of the village, I can't go to the store in the back, I bake a chicken and eat it, and I have to carry some condiments with me.

I saw Zhao Ke constantly grabbing a handful of these seasonings with both hands and putting them into the oil pot on the side.

But if you look closely, you will find out.

Although Zhao Ke's technique is fast, the amount of seasoning that can be placed on the board is always the same amount, and it is not missing at all.

But it is precisely like this, Zhao Ke's pot of hot oil is more and more fragrant.

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

But the palm of his hand shimmered with a faint golden glow.

It's the source hand.

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

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

But sending and receiving is like a heart, and the palm is free, which is not difficult for Zhao Ke.

After all, people and ghosts have different paths, and cooking for ghosts by yourself not only needs to add a bit of yin to the dishes, but also needs to become more suitable for the taste of ghosts.

In the past, I needed to be troublesome, and I needed a lot of processes.

But with the source hand, cooking for ghosts has become simpler.

After the seasoning is put down.

It was originally a translucent hot oil, but in Zhao Ke's stir-frying, it gradually turned into a deep red.

"Ahh

At this time, I heard a sound of drowsiness.

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

He pushed open the lid of the coffin and sat up from the coffin with his head shaken.

One glance at the sky, I saw that it was already dark.

He crawled out of it slowly, and his red face still had a bit of sleepiness on his red face.

Stretch comfortably.

As soon as I lifted my nose, I suddenly smelled a pungent spicy fragrance.

Although the taste is spicy, it makes people smell it, and I feel that under my tongue, I can't help but drool.

Follow the fragrance and squint.

I saw Zhao Ke standing in the yard and busy.

"Hey, this kid!"

Seeing the temporary stove that Zhao Ke put up, not to mention, although it was made of local materials, it was also presentable.

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

Seeing this, the ghost couldn't help but praise in his heart, and said secretly: "This little monk is honest, this whole day's hard work, it seems, there is nothing wrong with it!" ”

You know, it's not like I haven't brought people here before.

But these people didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of the day, so they moved the idea of escaping.

What's more, he was so arrogant that he wanted to burn the entire Yizhuang.

Looking at the white bones in the corner of the wall, and then looking at the dilapidated Yizhuang behind him, it is conceivable that those who have had this kind of thought have naturally turned into bone slag.

Of course, there are a few oddities here, for example, occasionally they come back with a living person.

When I woke up, I found that the bodies of those living people had been dismantled, and the death was extremely miserable.

Of course, they are also happy to fight ghosts.

It's like, go to the vegetable market to buy a lamb, and plan to go home and eat the lamb kebabs.

As a result, the boss simply helped you process the mutton and cut it into strips.

You see, it's so convenient, you can pick it up and eat it.

It's just that this matter, what is the reason, it's not clear to fight the ghost.

During the day, even if this place is shrouded in haze all year round, these ghosts and ghosts should rest as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if it is contaminated with the sun's rays, it will be miserable.

So during the day, they just hid in the coffin and slept, and they didn't know anything about the outside.

Therefore, over time, the ghost feels that outside Yizhuang during the day, it must be haunted

Then again, even so, it's also those people who are not honest.

There are few places like the little monk in front of him, who stays honestly.

Concentrate on preparing your food.

I have to say that it still makes the fight more impressive.

It's just that I was stunned for a while, and I looked up and looked up, and I saw that the destruction of the galaxy above my head, and the moon had already risen overhead.

Seeing this, the ghost didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly got out of the coffin.

A pair of gongs were taken out of the coffin.

The rough hands caressed the hammer and the gong.

It seems that these two things are more precious than his wife, oh, provided that he has a wife.

When he picked up the guy who was eating by himself, he saw the ghost knock on the gong in his hand.

"Boom!!"

The first gong sounded, and I saw that around Yizhuang, several blue fireballs suddenly floated out, falling around Yizhuang, illuminating Yizhuang.

Then the second gong sounded.

I saw a few coffin lids around it, which were gently pushed open.

In the coffin, several women came out one after another and began to clean up the front hall.

Until the third gong sounded.

Just listen to a group of black-faced dolls with bare butts, who don't know that they came out of the upper place.

Grinning around the black coffin, the coffin was gently erected.

Suddenly, the black coffin lid slowly opened.

Then, under the light of the surrounding phosphorus fire, I saw Wang Mazi lying quietly in the coffin.

It's like you're asleep.

Zhao Ke swept his eyes and found that Wang Mazi's face was a little worse than before, it was only a day's work, the skin and flesh on this guy's face seemed to have lost weight, and his complexion had become a little sallow.

It seems that he was not only given by the old woman, but the old woman also kept sucking his essence.

If it goes on like this, Zhao Ke estimates that it won't be long before Wang Mazi dies at the hands of this old woman in a daze.

At this time, Wang Mazi's body moved forward a little on tiptoe.

It was like something pushed him in the back.

Wang Mazi's eyes slowly opened, and at the first time he opened his eyes, his eyes took the lead in looking in the direction of Zhao Ke.

I saw that Zhao Ke, a little monk, was honestly cooking in the yard.

Wang Mazi's face couldn't help but show the same color as the ghost.

"King, today we are going to prepare a feast for our ancestors, you see, I will go and call the villagers."

The ghost came up and said cautiously to Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi didn't speak, nodded.

Seeing this, the ghost hurriedly lowered his head, opened the gate of Yizhuang, stood outside the door, waved the gong in his hand, and began to beat.

"Worship the ancestors, the villagers are all here for the feast!"

After striking a few gongs, it didn't take long for some vague shadows to appear outside Yizhuang one after another.

Zhao Ke leaned over to take a look.

They were all villagers, and in addition to the villagers, Zhao Ke actually saw some ghosts wearing modern clothes walking in behind.

These people, whether it is clothes, or hairstyles and dress-ups.

Clearly out of place in the present.

"Postman!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's heart suddenly became vigilant, these people naturally would not be living people, but they were all ghosts of the postman.

Think about it, what does the postman's soul mean when he appears in such a place?

It shows that he and Wang Mazi are definitely not the first postmen to walk here.

And before them, there were a few postmen who died here for some reason.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's heart became more and more vigilant.

He doesn't dare to be arrogant, there are so many masters in the postman, and his little strength may not be able to rank up.

Not to mention that at this time, his current means are at best not much compared to low-level postmen.

Although in hand, there is an extra trump card.

But with the ghosts of these postmen to serve as a lesson from the past, how dare Zhao Ke be careless in his heart.

"I'm afraid it's this old woman, there is still some big killing weapon hidden under her hands!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but look at Wang Mazi.

But at this time, Wang Mazi slowly took out a small black iron box from his coffin and placed it on the altar that had been built.

After opening the box, he saw a human head, which was taken out of the iron box by Wang Mazi.

The moment he saw this human head, Zhao Ke suddenly had a wonderful feeling in his heart.

I can't tell what is wrong.

At this time, Zhao Ke didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zhao Ke saw that the lips of the human head moved slightly.

At first, Zhao Ke thought he was dazzled.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then straightened his eyes, but he saw the human head on the offering table, and his eyes did not know when to open, and his eyes were fixed on his body.