"Ding! Are you starving to death in the underworld? The Ghost Special Edition has been activated!".
On a rainy night, Chen Mo received a takeaway order for the funeral parlor.
"The third row of the columbarium, please don't knock on the door."
He pushed open the door of the columbarium, and the black clay pot suddenly cracked——
From then on, he started the work of delivering obsessions to the underworld late at night.
"You have new orders for hungry ghosts——"
On the bank of the Wangchuan River, Po Meng held a new energy cigarette in her mouth and scanned the QR code to collect money: "It's very spicy Wangqing water, remember to give customers a five-star rating!"
Zhong Kui gnawed spicy sticks and tore zombies apart, while Bai Wuchang raised his selfie stick and broadcast live: "Old fellows, double-click 666 to unlock the skill of frying ghosts in oil pans!"
When the battery car rushed onto Huangquan Road, the barrage exploded:
"Brother takeaway, can you help my grandpa buy paper-made aircraft carriers?"
"Anchor, can my ex be put into the hungry ghost tunnel? Use rockets!"
"Why are you anxious?" Chen Mo tightened the accelerator, and the skeleton chariot ran over hundreds of ghosts, "Are you starving to death in the underworld? The mission will be achieved!"
Chen Mo's battery car drifted on the pile of bones, and the soul suppressing box bounced off the flying blade bones.
"You're just a food delivery guy..." The Ghost King's chest 'Netherworld Ghost Core' flashed, making a sound like thousands of souls roaring together.
"What a coincidence!" Chen Mo bit his finger and drew a blood talisman on the box, "This item of mine will send you to pieces!"
