Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The sound of dripping blood can be heard in the air, and a human head rolled to the ground.

There was a look of horror on the fierce face.

I'm afraid that before he died, he was still thinking about what the golden light he saw was what it was.

After resting for a while, Zhao Ke got up from the ground.

I saw that the incision on his abdomen had healed in such a short period of time.

He glanced at the bodyguard's body on the ground.

Zhao Ke was also polite, and after groping the corpse for a while, he found some scattered silver from his pocket.

Other than that, nothing else of value was seen.

However, Zhao Ke pinched his fingers, and there was still a satisfied smile on his face: "At least this body has good muscles."

Throw the corpse into the storage ring.

Zhao Ke turned around carefully and turned back towards the camp.

For that third master Jia, Zhao Ke had no interest at all, he died as soon as he died, and it had nothing to do with him.

But he was stabbed by someone for no reason, and Zhao Ke didn't seem to be done in a daze.

Keep your pace, even if you don't have the power of stamps.

But in the dark night, Zhao Ke still perfectly integrated his body with the surrounding environment.

Under the obscurity of lust.

Zhao Ke fled into the camp and looked into the camp. On the red-roofed tent, he silently took out Xue Jizi and held it in his hand.

Zhao Ke remembered that the man headed by the escort lived in a tent, which was the tent with the red roof.

It was him who arranged for three bodyguards to sleep with him tonight, fearing that he might plan to chop himself into meat paste in his sleep.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's figure sneaked into the bodyguard's tent like a ray of wind.

I just stepped into the tent and looked around, but saw that there was no one in the tent.

"No more people? Or..."

Seeing that there was no one in the tent, Zhao Ke felt a bad feeling in his heart, and quickly walked out of the tent.

It was found that the camp was empty and there was no one at all.

"What about people?"

Zhao Ke was taken aback, why is there no one in such a huge camp, no!There is still one!

Suddenly Zhao Ke turned his eyes to the bonfire in the camp.

In front of the bonfire, Jia San was sitting there with a string of bodhi beads coiled in his hand.

The beads are oily and shiny, but in the dark night they reveal a jade-like light.

With the swaying light of the bonfire, Jia San's fat face looked like the swaying bonfire in front of him.

It's cloudy and unpredictable, what is this guy thinking in his heart.

On the bonfire, hung a large steamer, and there was an iron pot beside it.

When Zhao Ke took a look, he saw the hot oil that had started to boil in the iron pan. He raised his nose and sniffed it. The pungent smell moved Zhao Ke's heart, and his eyes couldn't help but become serious: "It's you!"

"Little master, it's such a cold day, why don't you come over and have a bowl of hot soup."

Seeing Jia San grinning, he had a good impression of Zhao Ke.

He opened the steamer in front of him, and took out a naked human head from inside.

When he slapped his forehead with his hand, there was a bang, and the skull flew up from his bare head.

Jia San picked up a spoon, picked up a spoonful of hot oil from the iron pan, and poured it into his head.

"Zizzizi..."

I saw the boiling chili red oil in the head, bubbling, and the red and white brains, which made people's appetite greatly increased.

Looking at the scent coming out of the human head in his hand, Jia San couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit, and enthusiastically said to Zhao Ke: "Try it, my family's specialty, oily brain flower."

Chapter 826 Jia San

Hot oil splash brain flower.

There is a layer of chili noodles sprinkled on it, and when the boiling hot oil is poured, the aroma of the chili pepper is mixed with the brain flowers below, and a unique fragrance is permeated.

People can't help springing springs from under the tongue, and drool.

Look again at the red chili oil inside. Under the light of the bonfire, it is bright red and shiny, and you can also see the pink brain flower underneath, which is so delicate and charming.

In particular, the oily flowers that pop up from time to time make the pink brain flowers below jump up.

It's like bringing the dish to life.

Looking at the head that Jia San had given to him in front of him, Zhao Ke reached out to take it generously, looked carefully, and couldn't help nodding: "It looks pretty good."

Regardless of the ingredients on the plate, Zhao Ke can give this dish an eight out of [-].

The remaining two points are the steamed head, even if the hair is shaved off, it is still cold and heavy in the hand.

The skin and flesh fell off from the face from time to time, which made this dish lose its color for a while.

Seeing Zhao Ke, Jia San was not only not afraid, but even held the head in his hand, observed it carefully, and his expression was a little uneasy.

Staring at Zhao Ke: "Aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Ke looked up at Jia San, and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

It was dark and windy at night, and there was no one around.

I saw a fat old man holding beads in one hand and a human head in the other.

Lift the skull for you, pour a spoonful of hot oil into it, and hold it in front of you, so that you can appreciate his cooking skills.

If I were alone, let alone admiration, I would have been so scared that I would pee in my ass.

It's just that Jia San obviously didn't meet the right person, who is Zhao Ke?