After delivering the wrong courier on a rainy night, I became a courier for the Three Realms Containment System.
The gift was the Fox Fairy's life-extending incense candle, but what I received was Xingtian's violent skull; the delivery address said the crematorium freezer, but the navigation took me into the collapsed gate of hell in Fengdu. The app on my phone that calls itself "Yincao Logistics" updates death missions every day:
▲Send Shiva's third eye to the gynecological clinic (reward: the right to use the Eye of Destruction)
▲Recover Nezha's mechanical spine that fell off (Warning: Hun Tianling is strangulating passengers at the subway station)
Until I opened the blood-soaked Republic of China pawn tickets - all three hundred were signed by myself. The remains of the gods suppressed at the express station began to awaken, and the last column of the system clearly read:
"The ultimate cargo: your rotting corpse from your previous life (365 days for delivery)"
This is an era when delivery to mortals is taboo, and it is also the dawn of the god-killer rewriting the list of gods.
——When the blood of the Jade Emperor and the Fallen Angel in the bronze box began to boil, my electric car was running over Chang'an Street where hundreds of ghosts were walking at night.
