Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The whole person's spirit was also awakened, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Ke holding a hammer in one hand, dragging him to the front of Chu Sandian.

"Master, I have something to say, I still have copper coins here, and I also have some top-notch deep-sea jade snails, which are also good goods. As long as you are satisfied, let me let the life of this bastard go, you can say anything."

For a shameless person like Lai Sangan, money is his lifeblood, but he only has one life. If his soul flies away, he will lose everything.

"Are you OK."

Chu Sandian saw that Zhao Ke was bare upper body, looked back and forth with his eyes, and found that Zhao Ke had no wounds on his body, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief for Zhao Ke.

At the same time, he patted Zhao Ke on the shoulder and praised: "Good boy, I haven't seen you for these years, but you are really getting better and better."

For Chu Sandian's praise, Zhao Ke kept his eyes on Chu Sandian's hand and bloody fingers, which made Zhao Ke unhappy.

With a dark face, he stepped on Lai Sangan's hand on the ground.

Not knowing what Zhao Ke was going to do, Lai Sangan panicked.

Looking at Chu Sandian with his eyes for help, he shouted with a crying voice:

"Master, master chef, please help me to say something, I have money here, enough money to send you back, by the way, there are ancient recipes, the recipes are also yours, just open your mouth, you can ask for anything... boom!"

Before Lai Sangan finished speaking, his body tensed up suddenly, his teeth were clenched together, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Turning his head to the side, Zhao Ke smashed his little finger with a hammer.

It's not over yet, I saw the fierce and hostile energy on the hammer head quickly infected, his wound, the little finger was smashed and fell to the ground.

It is said that for ordinary ghosts, this kind of injury is nothing, and it is not a problem for some ghosts to lose their heads.

But the evil spirit on Zhao Ke's hammer head was a real injury to a ghost like him. His finger was smashed off, which really broke his true soul.

Even if he is reincarnated in the future, the crippled fingers will follow him forever.

Lai Sangan's muscles trembled uncontrollably from the pain, but he didn't even dare to scream.

After a while, he seemed to get used to it. After the pain, Lai Sangan raised his head and looked at Zhao Ke.

"Master, if I don't have enough deep sea jade snails, I still have some good ones..."

Lai Sangan's last word was still in his mouth, his pupils tightened suddenly, and Zhao Ke followed the second hammer down.

"boom!"

Not to mention the crowd of onlookers around, even Chu Sandian couldn't bear to watch it, it was too painful.

But Zhao Ke felt that it was not enough.

A finger is an irreparable scar for ordinary people.

And for a chef who loves his hands very much, it is even more painful.

Zhao Ke doesn't know much about culinary skills, but he is very aware of the pain of losing a finger for a chef who devotes himself completely to cooking.

Therefore, if one is not enough, just two, and if two are not enough, just one hand.

Until Zhao Ke felt relaxed.

"boom!"

The third hammer, this time it was the palm of Lai Sangan.

After being destroyed, the blood and flesh were bloody, and the painful Lai Sangan finally let out a scream, rolled his eyelids, and almost fainted from exhaustion.

From becoming a wandering soul, to the Yin Yang Inn, becoming a ghost merchant.

For so many years, Lai Sangan has never experienced such a big suffering. He raised his head and cried to Zhao Ke: "Master, I have lost one hand, and I will be disabled for several lifetimes after reincarnation. What do you want? In other words, the little one will respect you even if he empties his family."

In other words, although Lai Sangan's ghost quality is poor, he can still become a ghost merchant and get along like a fish in water in the Yin Yang Inn.

In addition to being shameless, Lai Sangan himself is considered a smart person, and his ability to judge the situation is extraordinary.

Knowing that at this time, he is already meat on the chopping board, not begging for mercy, talking empty words, desperate for face, there is no way to survive.

The only way to survive is to sell miserably, and don't expect Zhao Ke to let him go.

But begging for the three insane chefs, if he can show a little compassion, his life will be saved.

Sure enough, Chu Sandian really couldn't stand it any longer, killing people was nothing more than nodding their heads.

There's no point in torturing him like this.

"Gouzi, don't hit me anymore, the matter of one finger is nothing!"

Hearing Chu Sandian's words, Zhao Ke didn't stop.

His gaze was fixed on Lai Sangan's other hand.

"enough!"

Just when Zhao Ke was about to strike with a dark face, a deep sigh sounded in his ear, which made Zhao Ke slow down the hammer in his hand.

Lift your head and look around.

There was no one else around, so Zhao Ke asked suspiciously in his heart: "Old Yin Yang?"

Thinking about it carefully, that voice seems to be really him. After all, these ghost merchants are all residents of the Yin Yang Inn, and they are also the source of income for the old man Yin Yang.

Now that one of his hands has been broken, it would be unreasonable for the old man Yin Yang to keep silent.

Zhao Ke waited for a while, and eased the hammer in his hand.

But he didn't hear the second sentence of the old man Yin Yang.

Seeing this moment, Lai Sangan was overjoyed, thinking that Chu Sandian's words had worked.

Kneeling to Zhao Ke on the ground, he said: "Master, I offended you this time because I didn't know Taishan with my dog's eyes. I will compensate you for these things. Don't worry, when I go back, I will send the recipe to the third grandpa." Come up."

With three shots, the other hand quickly took out a money bag from his arms, and there was a crisp sound in the bag.

Apparently there was a lot of money in it.

However, before Lai Sangan could speak, Zhao Ke suddenly stared, swung a hammer, and hit Lai Sangan's forehead impartially.

This hammer smashed Lai Sangan's head, like a bowl of tofu just placed in front of his eyes.

Pour a spoonful of red oil and stir with a spoon.

Red, white, mixed together.