In order to raise money for my sister's medical expenses, I became the busiest delivery boy in the city.
Until a late-night barbecue made me the only designated rider in the underworld.
Since then, my client's style has completely gone astray:
"Hello, your waterproof phone case has arrived. Please come out of the river to sign for it."
"Why are you urging me! You've been dead for hundreds of years, and you still have a few minutes left? Another negative review warning!"
"What? Are you a hundred-year-old ghost king? Sorry, you are a "black diamond member" here. Remember to give it a five-star rating, otherwise I will cut off the supply of blood tofu for you next month!"
Other people make money as a delivery person, but I earn merit and accumulate cultivation by delivering food.
When the whole underworld is waiting for me to eat, and all the gods and demons in the world have to look at my expression, I just want to say: "Hello, your underworld takeout has to be praised even if it times out!"
