At three o'clock in the morning, Ling Yan squatted in front of the altar table in the old house and fished out a cursing blackmail beast with condensed milk cake.
"If you continue to leave negative reviews with malicious intent, believe it or not, I'll make you stew?" She shook her phone, and on the screen was the latest review from the takeout platform: [The delivery man stared at me like he was looking at garbage, and suggested that it be remade.]
Rabbit turned his strawberry nose and sneered: "Your grandma used twenty-year-old yangshou cloth as a barrier, and it will be demolished by the demolition office in three days."
The red paper umbrella suddenly spoke from behind: "Why don't you use this liar to forge the real estate certificate?"
Ling Yan crushed the moon in the puddle - in the reflection, bronze rust was seeping out from the foundation of the entire city, and on the bright red official seal of the demolition notice, there was a line of small words printed on it:
Xuanzhen Group was founded in 1046 BC
When cyber demolition runs into an ancient conspiracy, the bad reviews on the takeaway are actually a preview of God-killing—this girl who can trick ghosts wants to turn the city's express delivery stations into exorcism sites.
