Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even King Mu spoke the same way in court.

For a while, this case became an iron case, with all the witnesses and material evidence, it was difficult to turn over the case for the great wise monk.

And Zhao Ke, including Miao Daoyi and the culprits behind it, are now clean, and the matter in Yancheng has nothing to do with them.

No one will find the matter on their heads.

That's why, Zhao Ke asked Fat Pig to hide the piece of cold jade in Putuo Temple, and then ordered Fat Pig to set it on fire.

In Zhao Ke's original plan, saving the spider spirit was just a incidental matter.

The real purpose is this fire.

After Fat Pig set fire to it, he would control his avatar to go to the Yamen to report.

It's just that he didn't expect to meet the attendant of the third son.

Now things are simpler, it is really a perfect coincidence.

As for the piece of tribute cold jade, Fat Pig has already seen it, and it is of no use. It should be more symbolic than its own value.

Qi Liang and the others robbed the tribute, and it seemed that there was an element of mission in it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke called out the scoreboard to have a look.

The gap in the current standings is not very big.

No.1 is only a few minutes past 10.

And Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi are at 7 o'clock.

As for the others, most of them hover between 8 o'clock and 5 o'clock.

The last place even has only a poor 4 points.

The speed at which points rose seems to be far below everyone's expectations.

Zhao Ke didn't know that it was in the ghost market at this time.

Many people are already on the verge of gambling.

For big and small.

This guy Yang Wancai even specially opened up a small gaming table.

The starting point is very low, and you only need 3 points to participate.

This kind of gambling is aimed at those who are lower in the ranking.

You can bet on a person, and as long as his ranking rises by one within the specified time, you can get doubled points.

If you promote two, it is four times, three is eight times, and so on.

You know, in this situation where the points gap is not very big.

Once someone completes a side quest, it is likely to lead to a jump in the rankings.

Some people even made a blind bet, but the result was a big upset, and in the end it doubled sixteen times in one breath.

In the end, he cried into tears at the gaming table, because he only bet, with a minimum of 3 points.

This feeling is equivalent to betting only 18 yuan on Mexico in the 100 World Cup between Mexico and Germany.

It is under such stimulation.

I don't know how many people are involved now.

Anyway, the starting point of the bet is very low, if you really lose, it's just a few points.

It was this kind of small gambling idea that made Yang Wancai directly collect an astonishing fortune after he became the chairman of the ghost market chamber of commerce.

In the auditorium, eight figures sat on gorgeous thrones.

It's just that the skeleton throne of the red mother-in-law is the most eye-catching.

His white hair hung down his shoulders.

On the corners of the slightly closed eyes, the wrinkles are like countless termites, eating away the few vitality of this towering giant tree.

Anyone can feel that the vitality of this crazy woman is constantly declining.

Some people even wondered whether she would be able to hold on and watch the entire process of the hegemony contest.

Of course, this doubt can only be hidden in the heart, no one dares to test it.

"It seems that after this hegemony competition, the ghost market will soon return to its former prosperity!"

The Prophet sat beside Granny Hong, his eyes were not completely watching the progress of the whole competition.

More eyes are on the ghost market, which is more prosperous than ever before.

Since the last turmoil in the ghost market, the economy of the ghost market has been sluggish, but now it seems that it is even better than before.

"Would you like to take a gamble, anyway, everyone has nothing to do!"

What speaks is time, compared to Granny Hong, the Prophet, and the saint who is older than Granny Hong, but as vital as the sun.

Time is the youngest of the ten postmen.

Because the years meant nothing to him at all.

"Okay, but the premise is that we are not allowed to choose any candidate as a bet, let's see who among them can break into the top ten!"

It is the constant who speaks, with a loud voice, even if many people around can hear it.

For a moment, everyone stopped what they were doing, raised their heads, and looked at the auditorium.

In fact, this suggestion is very good. After all, everyone must choose candidates from home, so it is meaningless to gamble.

Fortunately, there are not a few people entering the competition this time.

Enough for them to pick from other people.

"What about the bet?"

Granny Hong finally made a little noise.

Stamps, postal points, and resources are already insignificant things for people of their level.