Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Anyway, she is the daughter of the great god's family, no wonder, the kings of the ten halls of Hades want to please her.

There are many rumors about the reason why this girl was named the Ghost Princess, and some say that Emperor Dongyue fell in love with a mortal girl and gave birth to her in private.

Some said that it was picked up by Emperor Dongyue.

Of course, there are many versions of gossip.

But these versions are unified, that is, this ghost princess is very much loved by Emperor Dongyue.

Therefore, everyone wanted to please, and the King of Hades of the Ten Palaces even let out the word that whoever made Princess Ghost smile would be able to forgive her.

It can be seen how favored it is.

After Chu Sandian gave Zhao Ke the popular science, the fifth child beside him did not forget to add a knife in a low voice: "Unfortunately, everyone said that this princess has facial paralysis."

Zhao Ke didn't pay attention to it at first, but it took a while before he realized it.

Turning around suddenly, staring at the fifth child: "Damn you say it again?"

Lao Wu was taken aback for a moment, and soon realized that he had slipped his tongue. He stuffed a piece of snack into his mouth, and said in a voice like a mosquito flapping its wings: "...It is said! It's facial paralysis."

Although Lao Wu puts extra emphasis on the word 'supposedly'.

But Zhao Ke still couldn't help taking a deep breath, and thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

No wonder the boss promised himself so readily.

Feelings are waiting here.

If he couldn't make this princess laugh, his remaining seven synthetic recipes would be useless.

Immediately, Zhao Ke stopped talking, sat on the chair, and smoked two big cigarettes in his hand.

The old man with a drawn face, his eyes swaying from side to side, began to think in his heart, how to rely on this debt.

Their time of chatting and farting, and the tedious singing and dancing in front of them, finally came to an end.

The ghost merchant who was in charge of the host came up: "Prestige princess, next, we have traveled from all over the world, as well as the time and space of yin and yang, and brought cooking masters from all directions. Today I will show you my ugly face."

The ghost merchant then announced the next rules.

The ingredients here are free to take, or you can bring your own.

But each ingredient cannot be repeated, that is to say, after one person chooses it, the other person cannot choose it again.

The time was arranged very richly, there were three hours.

If a dish is finished and the princess tastes it and is not satisfied, the contestant can make a second dish as soon as possible. There is no limit to the number of dishes.

It's fine as long as it doesn't time out.

Zhao Ke listened carefully to the rules and couldn't help frowning.

Even the three crazy cooks on the side looked dignified, and said in a low voice: "Seize the ingredients first, and pick what you are good at."

This rule sounds fine at first glance.

But if your speed is fast enough, you can seize other ingredients, and others will not be able to use them, and you will have a lot of active advantages invisibly.

Of course Zhao Ke knew this truth.

Nodded, stood up and walked forward.

"The racers enter!"

Needless to say, these ghost merchants are indeed fully prepared for this competition.

One after another, chefs began to come out.

Except for the blond foreigner that Zhao Ke saw before, and the Indian who was touted by Chen Peng as a master yoga chef.

Zhao Ke glanced over, and sure enough, as the ghost merchant said, he had recruited many cooks from all walks of life from all over the world.

There are so many people, according to Zhao Ke's rough calculation, there are more than [-] people.

"what!"

At this time, Zhao Ke looked at a cook, an old monk in his 50s.

Zhao Ke looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

It wasn't just Zhao Ke who also looked around. Every cook had strong hostility in their eyes.

Because the ghost merchant has promised them various remunerations, such remunerations are beyond their dreams.

Money, medicine, treasures, etc., all kinds of rare treasures are enough to drive them crazy.

"Hey!"

A American guy stared at Zhao Ke. His rough figure made people suspect that this guy was not a cook, but a butcher.

I saw the American guy looking up and down at Zhao Ke, his fat face twisted together, and he stretched out his hand to pat the black leather suitcase that was one meter high beside him.

And in front of Zhao Ke, he opened the box, and saw that it was full of all kinds of strange knives, hammers, axes and so on.

Everything is exquisite, and the cold light refracted on it reminds people of those heinous tortures.

Especially that sausage knife.

Spiral blade with a curved blade at the tip.

Below is a counterclockwise barb that at first glance looks like the head of a power drill.

Once this thing is pushed in along the intestinal tract and stirred inside, even the rectum of a cow can be easily cut off.

As for using it on humans...

This thought made people dare not pay close attention to the bloody scene.

It attracted many people's attention, but when everyone looked carefully, the American guy slowly opened the tool box.

On the other side of the toolbox, instead of hanging the blade, it was covered by a black cloth.

When people are wondering what it is.

But I saw the American guy suddenly uncover the black cloth.

"God!"