Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Volcano Niuhe, please advise."

Zhao Ke bowed slightly, motioning for the little old man to taste it.

"Not bad! Using wine as the final heating, stimulates the aroma of the meat, and also retains the texture of the meat hor fun. It's awesome."

Even though the little old man didn't go to taste it himself, but seeing Zhao Ke's technique, he probably had a clue in his heart, and couldn't help nodding his head in praise.

"I'm short of an assistant here. I don't know if the little brother is willing to come here to help me. Of course, I won't let the little brother do it for nothing. I will serve as the assistant chef here, and I will give you a monthly offering."

After the little old man finished speaking, Zhao Ke immediately got a reminder in his ear.

[You get an extended task: kitchen helper]

[Hint: Working as a helper under the ghost chef king can get a good salary and have a certain status and status in the Bai family. 】

[Task conditions: One main dish per day must be approved by the Ghost Chef King, otherwise the task will fail. 】

Receiving the reminder of the mission, Zhao Ke frowned, half-closed his eyes and looked at the little old man in front of him. Obviously, this three-inch man was the ghost chef king mentioned in the mission.

Zhao Ke didn't rush to agree, but stretched out his finger and said: "Yes, but my offering will be completed every day!"

This time, the main task is only seven days long. Although I don't know what the monthly offering is, I obviously can't wait that long.

If this is the case, Zhao Ke would rather give up this task and go to another place to have a look.

"it is good!"

To Zhao Ke's surprise, the little old man nodded in agreement without even thinking about it, and handed a bag to Zhao Ke and said, "Then let's start today, this is your offering today."

Zhao Ke took the pocket and took a look, there was a stack of money and some gold ingots in it. Seeing this, the corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, regretful in his heart, and made a mistake.

The things here are not only useless for themselves, even if they are taken back, they are just a pile of ghost coins, so what's the use.

But already nodded and agreed, Zhao Ke couldn't go back on his word, so he could only be regarded as accepting this errand.

"I just arrived today and there are still things to pack. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, this is the badge of the back chef, you take it."

The little old man handed a waist card to Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke took a look, the waist card seemed to be made of gold, but it weighed very lightly in his hand.

As soon as he put away the badge, Zhao Ke stood up and said goodbye.

"Master Li, although this person is good at cooking, he also consumes too much oil for cooking. Look... the oil is almost half gone."

A cook took the oil basin that Zhao Ke had used just now, walked up to the little old man and complained.

"It's not that he wastes oil in cooking, it's that this dish is too wasteful. Bring it here."

I saw the little old man asked the cook to bring the oil basin to him, grabbed the braids at the back of his head with his hands, and pulled them hard, "Sh..." A crack was opened on the little old man's head, he lowered his head and poured it into the oil basin, a burst of green The yellow oil was poured into the oil basin along the head of the little old man.

Chapter 25: Killing the Killer (Second)

Walking out of the back kitchen, Zhao Ke looked at the hand-wrought offerings and couldn't help shaking his head. This kind of thing is of no use to him. If he had known that the reward was like this, he should have given up this task.

You know, in the kitchen, unlike in other places, the information that can be obtained is extremely limited. If Zhao Ke had to choose, he would rather choose to clean.

Zhao Ke casually threw the Ming coin in his hand into the postal album, turned around and went back to the small courtyard to have a look, only to see that there were three people gathered together in the small courtyard, whispering something.

These three people were not from the previous wave, but obviously another group of postmen who were temporarily together.

Sensing Zhao Ke walking into the small courtyard, three eyes immediately fixed on Zhao Ke. In fact, since Zhao Ke fell into the water and climbed into the boat, some postmen had already noticed Zhao Ke.

When they saw Zhao Ke carelessly grilling meat at the bow of the boat, they knew that Zhao Ke might just be a newcomer after the internship period.

They are both low-level postmen, but they are also divided into three or six grades. You must know that the tasks during the internship period are generally very simple.

Many people who have just become low-level postmen often die here, and the probability of death is even greater than those of more difficult tasks.

In addition to the terrifying space during the internship period, the tasks are simple and the oil and water are pitiful. Most of them are just a few postage points, which cannot be exchanged for even a relatively low-level special stamp.

Such unconscious and weak teammates are obviously not welcomed anywhere.

Therefore, when Zhao Ke walked in, the eyes of the other three towards Zhao Ke could not be called friendly, but they were not much better than the previous group.

"Master, why have you been here for so long?"

Seeing Zhao Ke come back, Cuilan sat up from the head of the bed, looked at the gray light outside, and said in a low voice, "I hate it, it's already dawn, and Manager Bai will come over later, I don't know what to do What a mess."

Zhao Ke ignored Cuilan sitting on the bed and complaining, calculated the time, and quietly stuffed a mouthful of paper ashes into his mouth to cover his breath.

At the same time, I was thinking quickly. It seemed that no matter it was food, water or fire, these living people were incompatible with this place. Even their body temperature was obviously different from this place. The number of flaws on their bodies was astonishing.

Zhao Ke didn't believe that just covering up their body odor could perfectly cover up their identities as living beings.

It's okay to face these psychics, but if you face a pair of flower girl-level ghosts, you may show your feet if you are not careful.

But again, this is not their advantage. Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help squinting his eyes, and turned to Cuilan and asked, "Cuilan, how do you distinguish between those who are psychic mediums and those who are not?"

Cuilan was overjoyed when she heard the words, walked to Zhao Ke's side, put one hand on Zhao Ke's arm, and said, "Hehe, master, your head is pounding, how come you forgot this."

I saw Cuilan raised Zhao Ke's arm as she spoke, and while she was rolling her sleeves, said to Zhao Ke: "Most of the people in the Bai family are psychics, and they are really ghost masters, just a few. Someone said, on our arms, the name of the master will be written, you..."

In the middle of Cuilan's words, her eyes suddenly widened, and she saw Zhao Ke's smooth and sleek arm, which was completely bare and nothing.

Seeing this, Cuilan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood something, raised her head, and stared at Zhao Ke: "You!"

"Yes, I'm not your master."

Zhao Ke, who was originally sitting on the chair, squinted his eyes, and suddenly jumped up from the chair, stabbing a dagger directly into Cuilan's forehead.

"puff!"

The blade directly pierced Cuilan's forehead, and Zhao Ke stirred it vigorously, and Cuilan's head suddenly looked like a cauliflower, which was split open by Zhao Ke into a hole the size of a bowl.

However, the strange thing is that Cuilan did not die. Instead, after a moment of daze, her face changed and she reached out to grab Zhao Ke's throat.

On Cuilan's deformed face, the originally delicate features were twisted into a ball, but unlike the paper figurines he had killed before, Cuilan's blossoming head really looked like a bloody mess.

They are psychic mediums. After stepping into the gate of hell and entering the underworld, they are considered to have half a body.

It's just a fleshy body, without bones, brains, or organs. It's just a lump of bloody flesh.

"Not dead yet!"

Seeing that Cuilan was grabbing at his throat, Zhao Ke frowned, and saw that black dagger was picked up by Zhao Ke in his hand and pierced Cuilan's throat from under the arm, twisting the blade. .

"puff!"