Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But Mo Ju wouldn't be a fool if he could get to this day. After thinking about it carefully, he knew that Zhao Ke was probably here to ask for resources.

Thinking of this, Mo Ju smiled in his heart. The Red Mist House has plenty of resources, and he is not afraid that Zhao Ke will use them, but he is afraid that Zhao Ke will not be able to use them up.

What's more, the master has already ordered, what Zhao Ke wants, as long as the Red Smoke House has it, everything will be arranged by Zhao Ke.

After figuring out the meaning of Zhao Ke's words, Mo Ju had an idea in his heart, and teased with a smile on his face: "Master, how much do you want to add?"

Zhao Ke called out the stamp album, took out the Daxia Ding from inside, and smashed the huge bronze Ding heavily in front of Mo Ju.

Zhao Ke stroked the body of the bronze tripod with his palm, grinned and showed his neat white teeth, and grinned at Mo Ju, "Fill it up for me!"

Chapter 1025 A Group of Bandits

When it snows for the first time, the flakes are often not too large and dense, like catkins fluttering in the wind.

As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow is getting denser and thicker, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger.

It's like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything from a distance of ten feet.

"Old man, remember when we sat here last time, you said that when the winter in Kunlun is over, the sea of ​​clouds will disperse, revealing the real fairyland, which is the most beautiful scenery in the world. I wonder if we can I can see it!"

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

This master of the ghost market, whose heart is harder than a stone and colder than ice, has the posture of a little woman.

"Mother-in-law!"

Mo Ju stood quietly not far behind, and called out cautiously.

When she yelled these words, Mo Ju felt that her heartbeat was about to stagnate, and even the blood on her body seemed to freeze like ice under her feet along with the flying snow.

Ever since Grandma Hong cleaned the ghost market last time, she has been staying here and never went out again.

No one dared to disturb her.

Last time, the steward who claimed to be Granny Hong's running dog rushed in to show his loyalty and persuaded Granny Hong to leave this room.

As a result, he never went out again.

Until just now when he came up by himself, he saw that the steward was still kneeling there, but his body had turned into an ice sculpture.

"what's up."

Granny Hong didn't turn her head, her eyes were fixed on the old man's cheek, as if there was nothing to point her back.

The time left for her is really too little.

In less than a second, she felt that her body was much older.

"The young master is here, he...he needs a lot of stamps, I have given him the resources he asked for according to your instructions, but now he has consumed all the stamps in the two warehouses in the Red Smoke Hall, and the next thing is to Use the resources of the ghost city, so..."

The resources of the Red Smoke Hall are different from those of the Ghost City.

The resources of the Red Smoke Pavilion are only a small part of the resources of the Ghost City, which is within her authority to mobilize.

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

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

"Both warehouses are used up?"

Mo Ju's words finally made Grandma Hong's face somewhat surprised.

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

Mo Ju probably explained the matter to Granny Hong.

She also never dreamed that all the stamps in the two warehouses would not be able to meet Zhao Ke's request.

And that big tripod.

It's like a bottomless pit.

One after another, the stamps were burned into collections in front of her, and were swallowed by the cauldron as sacrifices.

Up to now, she still doesn't know the origin of the cauldron.

"Give it to him, as long as the Red Smoke Hall can mobilize resources, everything will be his priority!"

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

She doesn't care how much resources Zhao Ke uses.

What are the stamps of those two warehouses?

There are still [-] warehouses like this in the Red Smoke Pavilion. There are no gold stamps, but there are more silver stamps.

There are also a large number of postal points on the ledger.

Lots of resources and news outlets.

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

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

Slaughter the Divination Association, and then take a few other ghost market merchants. If it is not enough, she will go to the base camp of several other high-level postmen.

As long as Zhao Ke needs it, she doesn't care how much 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 though Mo Ju had all sorts of questions and confusions in her heart, Granny Hong was never the one who allowed them to have doubts, and what to do was the capital to survive in the Red Smoke Pavilion.

Cautiously walking down from the iceberg, he glanced at the steward who had become an ice sculpture.

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

Once out of the room.

He saw all the stewards rushing down at Mo Ju's feet.

"Boss, the young master is burning too fast, and we are already running out of supplies."

"Boss, the 32 kitchens are now fully fired, and the cooks have changed three batches, and He still can't stop the mouth of that box."

"Boss, the young master's emissary is too picky, the head chef was knocked unconscious by the emissary's dinner plate."