My name is Zhou Chuan, I am 1.85 Meters tall and I work as a part-time delivery boy.
Because he looks pretty good, it is common for beautiful women to ask for WeChat messages on the way to deliver food.
Until late one night, I received an order to be delivered to "Naihe Bridge on Huangquan Road, under the third bluestone slab."
Customer name: Xie Bian (white) & Fan Wujiu (black), Note: Come quickly, hurry up, the soup will be cold and not delicious.
I cursed and followed the navigation system and turned into an old street filled with thick fog. When I turned back, the path I came from had turned into the Wangchuan River.
Bai Wuchang was chatting about my pearl milk tea while watching short videos, while Hei Wuchang was checking the book of life and death while nibbling spicy chicken wings.
They looked up at me and their eyes lit up: "The young man from the underworld is very energetic, has a strange fragrance, and has a strange destiny... It just so happens that the "quick delivery" business in the underworld is short of a temporary worker, and it's you."
Since then, the back seat of my electric car has carried crying new souls, evil ghosts with teeth and claws, delivered Mala Tang to Po Meng, and iced American food to the judge who worked overtime to fish in the Temple of Hell.
I'm just a food delivery guy, but for five-star reviews, I seem to be... Capable of anything.
