In the third year of my strange recovery, I became the only person who could deliver food into the haunted house.
Because I have an over-delivery system, but the over-delivery method is outrageous: asking Li Gui to give a good review to the takeaway.
When the female ghost in red opened my skull, I handed over the tomato scrambled eggs with my backhand: "Dear, remember to give it a five-star rating."
She smiled ferociously and clicked on the negative review. The next second, lightning struck from the sky, making her scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.
I squatted beside the smoking scorch pit and poked her: "Will you change it?"
Later, it was spread throughout the ghost circle: The man wearing the yellow helmet was scarier than the King of Hell.
