Zhao Ke left, like a defeated rooster, dejected, stumbling several times and almost falling down.

Until Zhao Ke left.

From the top of the mountain, there was a heart-rending cry.

"Young master, this is what my mother-in-law prepared for you."

The ink chrysanthemum makes people send a very peculiar fruit.

The black skin, the size of a baby's fist, looks inconspicuous at first glance, but it has a unique fragrance.

"What is this!"

Zhao Ke took the fruit in his hand, and when he asked, he had already bitten into it.

The entrance of the fruit seems to be a persimmon-like taste, soft and glutinous like sand, and the entrance is sweet, but the filling inside is actually as silver and clear as a diamond.

It was the first time Zhao Ke had eaten such a fruit.

"Young Master, this fruit is a fruit that grows deep in the altar well, it has no name, but it can restore your postal book."

Mo Ju watched Zhao Ke eat the fruit one by one, and at the same time explained the origin of the fruit to Zhao Ke.

"Altar!"

Zhao Ke ate the fruit cleanly in two bites, smashed it and smashed it, and felt a long aftertaste.

"Yes, it's the altar used to put in mysterious things in the ghost market, many people have rumored that if the postman is abolished, he only needs to put in the sacrifice and jump into the altar, but they don't actually know, there is nothing under the altar, only this kind of fruit, eat the fruit, and naturally recover!"

Zhao Ke nodded, trying to call out his postal book, but found that there was no movement.

I'm still a waste.

Confused eyes looked at Mo Ju.

In this regard, Mo Ju hurriedly explained: "It takes time, and after about an hour, the young master will naturally feel the change." ”

"My wife, Wang Mazi, and the big head."

Ji Wusui and Zhao Ke are not worried at all, her strength Zhao Ke is very clear.

In contrast, Zhao Ke was more worried about the situation of Wang Mazi and Datou.

"Don't worry, they're all fine, and we're all together waiting for you."

Mo Ju said and took Zhao Ke forward.

When I opened the door, I saw a garden in front of me.

When the spring breeze hit, the first thing Zhao Ke smelled was a stinky smell of toon.

As far as the eye can see, a huge toon tree has grown a brand new toon.

Ji Wusui and the three of them were all waiting under the toon tree at this time.

It's just that Datou and Wang Mazi only dare to hide far away, and for Ji Wusui, their fear is no less than that of Granny Hong.

After seeing Zhao Ke, the two of them immediately felt like they were on the verge of amnesty, and hurriedly got up from the grass.

"You promised!"

Ji Wusui glanced up and down at Zhao Ke, squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but gloat when he saw Zhao Ke's unlucky appearance.

Facing the longing eyes of Wang Mazi and Datou on the side.

Zhao Ke finally nodded helplessly.

He couldn't refuse.

Three gifts.

At first, Zhao Ke felt that it was just a warning.

But when Zhao Ke understood what this crazy woman was going to do.

Zhao Kecai was horrified to find that there were three gifts, each of which was heart-wrenching.

Six human heads are telling themselves that there are many people who want their lives.

The twelve-sided stele is telling himself that the ghost market hides something that even high-ranking postmen have to compete for.

As for what it is, Zhao Ke doesn't know.

But from the earliest ghost market owners claimed to be guardians, and attracted nine postmen to fight at the same time.

This thing must be crucial.

Perhaps it was because of this thing that the owner of the ghost market ended up being the tenth senior postman.

And the third gift, it is better to use the mouths of Lu Hao and Xu Wu to tell themselves clearly how many people Granny Hong has offended under her own banner during this time.

Three gifts in a row.

Imagine what kind of disaster would have been met without the owner's ghost market.

Zhao Ke didn't care what this place would turn out to be in the end.

I don't care how many people will die under this disaster.

But Granny Hong put the old man in the grave of the ghost market masters of the past generations.

The old man, who had only one breath left, was frozen inside.

What awaits him?

Broken bones and ashes?

If that were the case, Zhao Ke might not be so depressed.

Don't forget, since you have soul splitting and soul devouring techniques.

Wouldn't the other postmen have any?

What's more, those high-ranking postmen with unfathomable strength, their strength is even stronger.

What ability is not?

What would they do if the old man's body was found?

Even if the old man didn't know anything, just his relationship with Granny Hong was enough to make him irreversible.

Zhao Ke thought about it, and his scalp tingled for a while.

This is also the reason why Zhao Ke will be angry and scold Granny Hong for being a slut.

This crazy woman knows very well that Zhao Ke and her don't have much affection to talk about.

Calling Shi Niang is also because of the old man.

You're not polite to call the old woman, she is helpless, although her wife's strength may not be much worse than her, she can run if she can't beat it.

So from the beginning, I didn't plan to pull with myself on this thin relationship, but directly involved the old man and threatened myself.

I've always heard Wang Mazi say that this old woman's means are very.

Zhao Ke now probably understands why she can become the master of the ghost market.

Even her beloved can be used, what else does she have, in terms of ruthlessness, her heart is simply a scale.

But no matter how angry Zhao Ke was, it was useless.

Whoever made his master was the Wang Ba who ate the scales.

I don't agree this time, but I have to agree.

After hearing that Zhao Ke had finished speaking, Wang Mazi and Datou couldn't help but go to Xikou to cool down.

Think again about the intimidation of six human heads.

is a pun, and every gift reveals the scheming and scheming of the red mother-in-law everywhere.

"Hiss...... The most poisonous woman's heart! ”

As soon as Wang Mazi's words came out, he was covered by the big head.

Wang Mazi was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a piercing murderous aura coming, and when he looked back, he saw Ji Wusui's cold eyes staring at him.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Wang Mazi hurriedly broke free of the palm of the big head, and hurriedly slapped him in the face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's wrong, it's the most poisonous woman's heart." ”

"Ahem~"

Mo Ju didn't know when, standing at the door, after hearing Wang Mazi's words, he couldn't help frowning and coughing lightly.

Seeing this, Wang Mazi's eyelids rolled and he simply lay on the ground and pretended to be a corpse.

"Young Master, this is Lu Hao's golden stamp!"

In the tray in Mo Ju's hand, there are two delicate small seals, which are the real martial seals.

This is a fairly powerful gold stamp.

Gan Hua and the others tried their best to get it, and finally fell into the hands of Lu Hao.

"Give it back to Lu Hao, tell him that this is my favor to repay him."

Zhao Ke glanced at it and asked Mo Ju to return the things.

If Lu Hao couldn't use this thing, or it wasn't suitable for her, Zhao Ke wouldn't mind taking it.

Don't forget, this thing should work well for fat pigs.

It's just that Lu Hao is obviously forced to be helpless.

Forget it if you change someone else, Lu Hao, Zhao Ke is really embarrassed to take advantage of her.

After all, she really took advantage of her cheapness, and she owed several favors.

"But this stamp is precious......"

As the chief steward of the Red Smoke Pavilion, Mo Ju knows very well what the gold stamp means.

That's the ladder of ascent, it's a must-have.

Such a powerful gold stamp is extremely rare.

"Give her back, I've got better!"

Zhao Ke is not bragging, even if it is a gold stamp, it is divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The Great Xia Ding is the important weapon of the Xia Dynasty and the sacred object of protecting the country.

The status is transcendent, and it is by no means comparable to the true martial seal.

The reason why he was able to get the Great Xia Ding was not all luck, but that he destroyed the wormhole leading to the Great Xia.

A reward for saving Great Xia from the flames of war.

Such a national protection artifact is the basis for saving one's life.

Besides, the starting point of the gold stamp is too high, and the ability is very strong.

It takes a long time to fully grasp the mystery.

It is enough to have a big Xia Ding by yourself.

Speaking of Da Xia Ding, Zhao Ke thought of the two old immortals, Shuilu and Lao Shu.

However, Zhao Ke is not worried about these two old guys, in contrast, Zhao Ke is quite worried about the fool of the butcher's box.

This idiot was thrown into the Great Xia Ding by himself, and after he abolished himself, he didn't know if he returned to the stamp.

It's best if you go back, if you don't go back...... I don't know if this idiot will go hungry and stupid for so long.

"If the young master insists, Mo Ju will do it."

Seeing that Mo Ju was leaving, Zhao Ke immediately asked, "Wait a minute, take us out now, I don't want to stay in this place for a moment." ”

I have already promised the red mother-in-law.

But taking over the ghost market is not as simple as nodding, shaking hands, and signing a contract.

The handover of the ghost market is far from being as simple as thought.

Before the handover of the ghost market, Zhao Ke didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

He wanted to get back to reality and get some rest.

"Young Master, after you resume your identity as a postman, you can naturally leave at any time."

Zhao Ke sighed helplessly, he had just eaten that fruit not long ago, but he didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.

Just when Zhao Ke was helpless, the big head on the side suddenly had joy in his eyes.

I saw a glimmer of light on the abdomen of the big head, and a stamp album inlaid with diamonds appeared next to the big head.

He's recovered!