Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke's voice whistled in his ears, and his expression became dull. Seeing this, Jia San's eyes lit up.

He stepped forward and stabbed Zhao Ke's throat with his sharp claws.

It's just that before his fingers touched Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly flashed a cunning cold light: "It's you who is waiting!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp light condensed on Zhao Ke's fingertips from the Wuxiang Sword Sutra.

A sword pierced through Jia San's chest.

At the same time, the air cannon captured by the source hand above the head also hit Jia San at the same time.

"Boom~" Two muffled sounds made Jia San's eyes darken for a while.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke wanted to make another move, but just as he was about to make a move, he heard the sound of a gong not far away.

Chapter 827

The string of bodhi beads in Jia San's hand is the treasure that Jia San painstakingly cultivated.

This string of beads needs to be soaked in human oil every day.

When normal people meet, they will be fascinated by this string of Buddhist beads.

But Zhao Ke is not afraid, although he has no ability, but he can practice, the authentic method of Buddhism.Bone concept method.

This is the authentic secret method of Buddhism.

Although it is not a supernatural power, it can resist all kinds of illusions and strengthen the mind.

At the beginning, Tongxuan was deceived by Zhao Ke, and passed the mystery of this white horse temple to Zhao Ke, otherwise, if no one pointed out the mystery, outsiders would not be able to practice this bone concept method.

Zhao Ke has the bone concept method to protect himself, so he is naturally not afraid of the string of beads in Jia San's hand.

Instead, Jia San was hit hard by this move.

The body fell to the ground, and there was a hole the size of a coin on the shoulder.

I saw white grease flowing out of the hole.

The pain made him grin his teeth, but when Jia San heard the sound of the gong, his energy suddenly lifted, and his eyes lit up with joy.

"boom"

The gong sounded again, and the sound of the gong hit, making one feel that the bones of the whole body were shaking with the sound of the gong.

Zhao Ke looked back at the direction of the sound of the gong, and saw a group of figures swaying in the faint bushes. In addition to the sound of the gong, there were bursts of bells.

The sound of gongs and bells reverberates in the mountains, more like a rural ringer team, a mourning team for funerals.

"I'm coming!"

Jia San heard the sound of the gong getting closer and closer, as if it was a heavy burden, his face became excited.

Staring at Zhao Ke, he said to Zhao Ke in an indifferent tone: "Little monk, my great king is here!"

Zhao Ke looked back at Jia San, saw his expression, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and took a slap on Jia San's head with his hands.

"Even if your own father comes, I can kill you first!"

Seeing that Sheyuan grabbed Jia San's head with his hand, Jia San didn't resist, knowing that he was no match for the monk Zhao Ke, so he let Zhao Ke grab him with his Sheyuan hand.

Instead of being angry, he grinned, causing the facial features on his face to twist into a ball. He grinned strangely and said: "My king likes to eat tender meat like yours the most. He will have to dig out your heart and lungs later, and treat me Fry and fry you, make a good dish for the king to drink."

Zhao Ke made a slap in the face, and with a "pop", Jia San's face was deformed by the slap.

Zhao Ke saw that his hands were all covered with oil.

Sticky, a cloying fishy smell.

Looking again, I found that what came out of Jia San's wound was also white grease.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help squinting his eyes, and mobilized his hand to grab Jia San's wound.

A surge of suction force suddenly made Jia San feel bad, and screamed: "What are you doing!"

Zhao Ke ignored him, and just urged the source hand, and immediately saw the white oil being pulled out from Jia San's chubby body.

As the fat was drawn out, Jia San's body began to shrink rapidly and dry down.

But in the blink of an eye, I saw two balls of grease like white wax, weighing at least a hundred catties.

These oils are blown by cold wind in the air and quickly solidify into wax.

Looking at Jia San again, after the fat was removed, the product was dry-stirred like a piece of paper, with its face, nose, and eyes twisted together.

"I thought you were something, but it turned out to be a piece of human skin!"

Zhao Ke pinched Jia San's leather with his fingers and weighed it in his hand, probably not even four taels.

No wonder this guy likes human oil so much, feelings need human oil to soak.

Seeing this, Jia San couldn't help yelling, but it was a pity that there was only a piece of human skin left, and he yelled "@*%&￥......" a lot, but Zhao Ke didn't understand a word.

Zhao Ke thought for a while, then suddenly said: "By the way, you are a cook, right?"

"Ok!"

Jia San's eyes lit up and he nodded subconsciously. Obviously, he still recognized his identity as a cook, although he was not a cook.

But in his heart, he is a cook.

"Oh! That's it, then... fuck you."

Zhao Ke nodded in a sudden realization, then waved his hand and threw the human skin directly into the bonfire.

Jia San's human skin caught fire, and his eyes fixed on Zhao Ke, saying "￥*&#%...".

It was also unclear whether he was scolding himself or begging for mercy.

Well, I'm just begging for mercy.

Immediately, I saw a puff of black smoke coming out of the bonfire.

Black smoke was billowing, and from time to time, faces could be seen pouring out of the smoke.

Just wait for the breeze to blow, and the black smoke dissipates, which really dissipates.

"Bold!"