"Your takeout has been delivered. By the way, I will help you clear away the evil spirits at the door. Remember to give it a five-star review."
My name is Niu Zi, an ordinary delivery boy. My biggest goal in life is to save enough down payment to buy a house as big as a toilet. Until late that night, when I took a takeaway order from an abandoned factory, I saw a group of men in black robes dancing around a well with a green light coming from their mouths, and a courier guy knocked three skeletons away with a stick.
I thought they were engaging in immersive script killing, until a tube of glowing green blood hit my face - I subconsciously raised the takeout box to block it.
As a result, the box drank the blood.
And I have become something like an "Awakened One of the Ox Clan's Bloodline".
Now, my incubator has become an artifact of my life. Lifting the lid can shatter resentful spirits. My electric car has been modified by horse programmers and has a speed of 180 meters per hour. It has a stealth formation. My colleagues are either dog bodyguards or chicken hackers. We have a group called "What are we eating today?"
