Wang Yuyan Fell from the Sky, Taught Me a Divine Art, and Sent Me Out Delivering Food

Wang Yuyan, who had transmigrated here, assumed she had already arrived in the underworld.

Outside her window, in the early morning, she heard young men who had been playing at the internet cafe until they were exhausted passing by on their way home to sleep:

"In that last round, I took out three of them by myself!"

"Damn, those guys on the other team? I killed them one by one. They were too scared to leave their base!"

The passersby's words made her heart pound. "Who would have thought the ghosts here would be even more vicious than the Khitans in the world of the living?"

She looked around, fascinated by the room. When she gently turned the doorknob, the unlatched door actually locked. The window paper was astonishingly clear and transparent, like the finest colored glass in the world.

Standing before the sink, Wang Yuyan studied the faucet for a long time. Curious, she turned it, and water gushed out with a roar, making her jump. She mustered her courage and turned it again. The water stopped. "The mechanisms in this underworld are so ingenious. Even the water..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.