[Send to living people during the day, send to ghosts and gods at midnight]
The strange orders he received on a rainy night started to appear in Lin Shen's takeout box:
▶ Meng Po soup sent to the underworld (note: Sister Meng Po wants less sugar)
▶Milk tea that parasitizes the immortal soul of the ancient sword (additional ingredients: pearls of three thousand resentment)
▶ A decapitation meal for myself in the parallel world (five-star praise unlocks the rebirth branch)
When the incubator started to rewind time, and when customer rewards turned into longevity points, this young man who was rated as the "worst rider" by AI discovered:
▶ The military prosthesis transplanted into the right eye turned out to be the inherited compass of the ancient food cultivator
▶ The proprietress of the breakfast shop that you pass by every day will turn into the judge's pen holder at midnight
▶ And the upstart tech guy who always orders spicy crayfish is turning the entire city into his tribulation formation.
"Do you have any new orders——"
Listening to the system prompts, Lin Shen turned the switch and rushed into the rainstorm. Inside the incubator:
The left grid contains the hangover soup that Po Meng has been cooking for three hundred years, and the right grid contains a quantum chip that can rewrite reality.
This time, what he wants to deliver is the truth of the world.
