When it first snows, the snow flakes are often not large and not too dense, like catkins floating lightly in the wind.

As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow gets denser and the snowflakes get bigger and bigger.

It's like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything from afar.

"Old man, I still remember the last time we sat here, you said that when the winter in Kunlun is over, the sea of clouds will disperse, revealing the real Yao Pond, which is the most beautiful scenery in the world, I don't know if we can see it!"

When Granny Hong said this, her eyes stared at the frozen old man beside her, under her moist eyes.

This ghost city master whose heart is harder than stone and colder than ice exudes the posture of a little woman.

"Mother-in-law!"

Mo Ju stood quietly not far behind him, and shouted carefully.

When he shouted these words, Mo Ju felt that his heartbeat was about to stagnate, and even the blood on his body seemed to solidify like ice under his feet with the flying snow in the sky.

Since the last time the red lady cleaned the ghost market, she has stayed here and never went out again.

No one dared to disturb her.

Last time, the steward, who claimed to be the lackey of Granny Red, rushed in to show his loyalty and persuade Granny Red to leave the room.

As a result, he never went out again.

It wasn't until he came up by himself that he saw that the steward was still kneeling there, but his body had turned into an ice sculpture.

"What's the matter?"

Granny Hong didn't look back, her eyes were fixed on the cheek of the old man in front of her, as if nothing was pointing to her turning back.

There was so little time left for her.

Within a second, she felt that her body had aged a lot.

"The young master is here, he ...... He needs a large number of stamps, and I have given him the resources he asked for according to your instructions, but now the stamps of the two warehouses in the Red Smoke Pavilion have been consumed by him, and the resources of the ghost market will be used next, so ......"

The resources of the Red Smoke Pavilion are different from those of the Ghost Market.

The resources of the Red Smoke Pavilion were only a small fraction of the resources of the ghost market, and they were within the scope of her authority.

However, the resources of the ghost market are as huge as the sea, and the truly valuable items are all in these resources, and she does not have the authority to mobilize them.

It was precisely for this reason that Mo Ju risked her life to ask what Granny Hong meant.

"Running out of two warehouses?"

Mo Ju's words finally gave birth to a look of surprise on Granny Hong's face.

"Yes, the stamps in the two warehouses, although they are all ordinary stamps, there are no stamps above the silver level, but basically there is not one left, and all of them are given by him as sacrifices."

Mo Ju probably explained the matter to Granny Hong.

She also never dreamed that she could not meet Zhao Ke's requirements after pouring out the stamps from the two warehouses.

And that big ding.

It's like a bottomless pit.

One after another stamps were burned in front of her, and they were devoured by the great ding as a sacrifice.

Until now, she still doesn't know what the origin of that big tripod is.

"Give it to him, as long as the Red Smoke Pavilion can mobilize resources, everything will come first to him!"

After a moment of silence, Granny Red finally nodded and said.

She didn't care how many resources Zhao Ke used.

What are the stamps of those two warehouses?

There are eighteen such warehouses in the Red Smoke Pavilion, and there are no gold stamps, but there are more silver stamps.

There are also a large number of postage points on the account books.

Plenty of resources and messaging channels.

If these are not enough, let the Ghost City Chamber of Commerce continue to provide them.

If the ghost market chamber of commerce is not enough, she will go and grab it herself.

Slaughter the Divination Society, take a few other ghost market merchants, and if that's not enough, go to the base camp of several other high-ranking postmen.

As long as Zhao Ke needs it, she doesn't care how many resources Zhao Ke can burn.

The only thing I care about is whether Zhao Ke can give himself a satisfactory answer after burning these resources.

"Yes!"

Even if Mo Ju has a thousand questions and confusions in her heart, Granny Hong has never been a person who allows them to have doubts, and how to say and do it is the capital to survive in the Red Smoke Pavilion.

Cautiously walked down the iceberg, and looked at the steward who had become an ice sculpture.

After a cold flash of sarcasm in his eyes, he strode out of the room.

As soon as I got out of the room.

I saw a group of stewards swarming down under Mo Ju's feet.

"Boss, the young master is burning too fast, and we can't supply it here."

"Boss, the thirty-two kitchens are now on full fire, and the cooks have been changed three times, and they still can't stop the mouth of the box."

"The chief manager, the young master's envoy Ling is too picky, and the head chef was knocked unconscious by the envoy Ling's dinner plate."

"The chief manager, I don't know that two old men came there, asking us to find some expensive medicines, most of which are easy to find, but what monster Neidan, Taoist scriptures, and what other messy things, we really can't find it."

Mo Ju looked at the stewards in front of her in a daze, and only felt that her ears were buzzing, as if there were countless flies swirling in her ears.

The ghost knows what these things are in captivity, this young master.

Except for the two old goods, how the others are more like a bottomless pit than the other.

"Don't make any noise!"

Mo Ju was annoyed by the noise, and after a loud roar, everyone was told to shut up.

I saw Mo Ju close his eyes and ponder for a moment, and then began to arrange it quickly: "The young master's stamps are not enough, so I will buy them, and buy all the stamps below 20 cents for takeout.

Stamps from 20 to 40 points or more, buy at a low price, as long as there are more, don't be fine, pick up cheap ones.

When these consumption is not enough, move to other warehouses.

Recruit all the chefs of the Lion Building, the Peony Garden, and several other ghost market restaurants, and let their head chef cook for the young master's envoys, and continue to cook if they can't do it well, until they are satisfied.

Make a list of the things that the two elders want, and notify the Ghost City Chamber of Commerce to make it up. ”

After Mo Ju finished speaking in one breath, he felt that his brain was about to run out of oxygen, but fortunately, after the people below were instructed, they suddenly felt like an amnesty, and quickly receded like a tide.

Mo Ju leaned on the wall with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

She suddenly understood why Zhao Ke was so excited when he said the word "fill up".

This guy is a rat in a rice tank, and he's a king-sized mouse.

After arranging these things, Mo Ju walked towards Zhao Ke's room.

I saw that outside the room, a group of ghost city maids lined up in two long queues.

One went inside with a plate, and the other went out with a plate, and it looked as neat and fast as a production line.

On the dining table in the room, a box as long as a toad, with a mouth like a giant mouth of an abyss, allowed the maid to pour the food into her mouth.

On the other side of the dining table, a golden messenger the size of a hairball was seen, lying in the maid's arms.

Chefs in front of the two kitchens serve the best food.

The meaty little guy just sniffed it, and then slapped the food on the plate upside down on the heads of the two of them with a disdainful face.

Compared with.

Those two old men who look like immortals are the most worry-free.

The two of them held red wine in their hands, and under the service of several skilled maids, they were half lying comfortably on the massage chair.

Although I always want those strange things, it can be regarded as a peace of mind for Mo Ju.

When walking past the two of them, Mo Ju watched the two chatting vigorously, leaned over to listen, and tilted her nose off so that she couldn't hang it.

"Old tree, this thing is called red wine, drink a small amount every day, it can soften blood vessels and improve immunity."

"What if I don't have blood vessels?"

"No, it doesn't matter, drinking red wine is going to be the same as eighty-two years, I know why not."

"Why?"

"Expensive! By the way, another ten cases of 82-year-old red wine will not be good for a year, so I will keep it for health. ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Mo Ju rolled her eyes, ten cases of eighty-two years of red wine? She doesn't feel sorry for this money, but the problem is that there are so many 82-year-old red wines on the market now?

"It's a gang of robbers!" Mo Ju took a deep breath, and after scolding in her heart, she tried to calm herself down.

Step into the back room.

I saw Zhao Keduan sitting in front of the bronze tripod, staring directly at the bronze tripod in front of him, as if he was deaf to the nonsense of those guys outside.

One by one, in Zhao Ke's hands, the stamps quickly turned into ashes, and then a ray of light in the ashes was swallowed into the Great Xia Ding.

With a steady stream of devouring.

Zhao Ke had already felt the changes that had taken place in the Great Xia Ding.

I don't know when the texture of the body has receded the patina, revealing the unique glow of bronze.

It's just that although Zhao Ke felt the changes in Daxia Ding, after so many stamps were used as sacrifices by himself, he didn't see any changes in Daxia Ding.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke hesitated for a moment, and then took out the three silver-level long knives from his postal book.

"What are you doing, throwing even silver stamps?"

Seeing that Zhao Ke did not hesitate to take the three extremely high-quality silver-level weapons as sacrifices, Mo Ju couldn't help but sweat in the palm of his hand.

Although she has the permission of the red mother-in-law, she still does not plan to use the resources of the ghost market if she can.

Seeing that Zhao Ke took the three silver stamps as sacrifices, he was worried that Zhao Ke would take a big step next and would directly use silver stamps as sacrifices.

However, after the three stamps were put into the Great Xia Ding, there was no movement.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's heart was a little bottomless for a while.

Supposedly, after putting so much into it, there should be a sound even if it is thrown into the water.

Why did you put it into the Great Xia Ding, but you couldn't even see a splash?

"Young master, I still have a silver stamp here, why don't you try it too?"

Mo Ju let out a long sigh in his heart, and at the same time gave a silver stamp to Zhao Ke's hand, and said politely: "Young master, don't worry, our ghost market has resources, not today, continue tomorrow, and then you should have a good rest." ”

Mo Ju is now wishing that Zhao Ke, the plague god, would have a good rest, and by the way, take away all the bottomless pits he brought.

If this continues, I'm afraid that the cooks in those kitchens will be exhausted to death.

"Okay, let's take a break."

Zhao Ke was indeed a little tired, and casually took the silver stamp handed by Mo Ju, and subconsciously activated the sublimation.

As the stamps turned into green smoke and were inhaled into the Great Xia Ding, I saw a strange light suddenly flashing on the Great Xia Ding.

At the same time, a string of information appeared in Zhao Ke's postal album.