At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Xiao rushed into the elevator with the overtime ticket in hand, and a strange message suddenly popped up on his phone:
"You have a new abnormal order - send the "Nine Yin Manual" to Hall 3 of the Pudong Funeral Home. Recipient: Zhang Zhenren (Note: The body has been cremated, please use soul-inducing incense to wake it up)"
As a Hu Piao delivery boy with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, Lin Xiao wanted to call him crazy, but he saw the reward column clearly read:
"Complete the order and you will be rewarded with the "Nine Heavens Thunder Movement" body skill. Failure to do so will deduct thirty years of life."
——It wasn't until he jumped across the Huangpu River on a takeout box that he discovered that this neon city hid another set of survival rules.
The sword duel on the top of the skyscraper, the ancient arsenal in the subway tunnel, the fantasy inner demons in Disneyland...
When the technology giant used genetic medicine to mass-produce "new humans", and the nine martial alliances blocked the city's aura with satellite sword arrays, Lin Xiao held the milk tea fried chicken in his left hand and the bronze tiger talisman in his right hand, and wrote in the order evaluation:
"I suggest that the elders of the Martial Alliance place more errands, otherwise the "Yellow Emperor's Yin Talisman Sutra" that you are trying to steal will be transformed into Douyin's popular aerobics by me using AI."
And the programmer Sister Yu who always ordered snail noodles was smiling at him using a holographic projection:
"After sending this order, would you like to try the battery car modified by the Mo family's mechanism technology?"
——When takeout boxes are filled with secrets and battery trucks crush conspiracies, the most dangerous weapon in this city is always the workers in a hurry.
