Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

When Yang Wancai's voice fell.

There are new changes in the ghost market gambling.

Zhao Ke's odds increased.

It was only one to three before, but now it has reached the terrifying odds of one to sixty in a short period of time.

In other words, as long as you invest a little postage, you may get sixty times the reward.

Compared with Qiu Bailing's ten times before, such odds have reached the point of unimaginable.

"Hiss, sixty times!"

Looking at this number, someone was moved.

But someone on the side sneered and said: "So what if it's sixty times, I know it's impossible to win, even if it's a hundred times, it's just a waste of time, I'd rather earn double the postage points than take the postage points." Throw them in for nothing."

Listening to what the people around them said, the few people who were still excited just now became entangled for a while.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and chose to raise funds to bet on Dajue Evil Thought with only a few postal points left in his hand.

Only a few people bet the few postal points left in their hands on Zhao Ke.

Even if you know that you are doomed, you will always have some illusions in your heart. After all, you are not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case.

"President, do you really want to gamble?"

Looking at the gambling contract written by Yang Wancai, several subordinates of the chamber of commerce looked at each other for a moment.

How much property does Yang Wancai, the so-called God of Wealth, own?

This has always been a mystery.

Now that the mystery has been solved, it is a breath of air.

In addition to the pharmacy he started, there are [-] shops in the ghost market and shares in more than [-] shops.

To put it bluntly, in the entire ghost market, except for the Hongyan Pavilion, there are more or less other shops, which will continuously transfer wealth to Yang Wancai every month.

These industries cannot be realized, but they are actually golden chickens that lay golden eggs.

Yang Wancai even turned these golden roosters into a huge breeding farm, the value of which is immeasurably huge.

This is not counting other family fortunes. Yang Wancai directly packaged the messy things at a price of [-] postal cents and bet them on Zhao Ke.

Yang Wancai bet his entire wealth on Zhao Ke.

Once lost, then the name of the God of Wealth may be changed to a beggar.

But Yang Wancai didn't care, he knew that if he lost, the wealth would still have nothing to do with him.

Instead of that, it's better to take a gamble.

It can be regarded as a happy bet.

Thinking of this, Yang Wancai couldn't help taking a deep breath.

He knows Zhao Ke.

Even though they didn't get along for a long time, Yang Wancai knew very well that with this guy's character, he would never try things that he was not sure of.

It's just that after all, Heng Zhe personally confirmed that the evil thoughts of the great enlightened monk were also at the level of fake gold.

It is really too difficult for Zhao Ke to win.

Thinking of this, Yang Wancai couldn't help but look up at the live broadcast in the sky above his head, and said silently in his heart: "Brother, if you die, I will be buried with you. Whether you can live or not depends on you!"

Chapter 1096 Zhao Ke's Strongest State

The Taoist preaches that there is no regret in this life, and the Buddha speaks of reincarnation for three generations.

Monk Dajue was only ten years old.

Dare to argue with Qiu Zu, which shows the essence of a hero.

But the world's impression of Monk Dajue is not deep.

Just know that he is the eminent monk of Buddhism in the world.

And this information is still after the monk Dajue sits down.

The bones gave birth to relics, and then they became famous.

Therefore, people in the world don't know what level of attainment Master Dajue has reached in terms of Buddhism.

However, the young monk right now is just monk Dajue cutting down his own evil thoughts.

His strength has already reached the level of pseudo-gold. It is conceivable that Monk Dajue's own strength may have touched the realm of the golden postman.

"Dajue, you always talk about the demons of the past, the people of the present, and the Buddhas of the future. Now that you have passed away, I, the demon, should take your place."

Dajue's evil thoughts roared in his heart, and when he learned that his body had actually sat down, the suppressed thoughts in his heart began to grow wildly.

Thick black hair grew on his head, and in a blink of an eye, the black hair was scattered and fell to his waist, and his eyes were full of wild brilliance.

With the black lotus held up under his feet, he has an air of being the only one who is the only one who is the only one who is superior to me, full of domineering arrogance, looking down upon all directions!

Squeeze out the Dharma seal with both hands, and the magic is soaring.

"Myriad Transformation Furnace!"

The blood surged, turning the night sky into blood for a while.

Right now, the world is a melting pot, and all things are melted down, and they are all for their own use.

He wants to dissolve the kid in front of him and extract the cultivation method from him.

Inside Kailing Pagoda.

Such an earth-shattering trend, naturally cannot be concealed.

The sky crumbled, and the magic smoke was like the sea.

I saw the purple bamboos around the back mountain making clanking sounds, and a faint Buddha's light burst out from the purple bamboos, suppressing the wanton demonic energy.

"Two uncles, could this be..."

Zen Master Wuxiang was startled by the commotion outside, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he ran out of the meditation room and rushed to the courtyard to have a look.