On the day Shen Yan died, his bank card balance was 247.3, And he was still holding a bite of the egg-filled pancake in his hand.
After her death, she became the only temporary worker in the Underworld Recycling Department.
The senior officials of the underworld looked coldly and disdainfully: "Recycling Department? Isn't that the one who collects junk?"
The compulsory department said arrogantly: "This kind of broken soul should be erased directly!"
The Judgment Department is superior: "Poverty is the cause and effect, and pain is not worth mentioning."
Half of Shen Yan's face was covered with a strange black talisman, his right eye glowed red, and he sneered: "I pick up everything, I don't pick anything."
She wandered around the world and handed out three spell cards: [Shou], [Talent], and [Return].
Want revenge? I execute. Want relief? I collect.
As long as you dare to bet your life, I will help you make a comeback!
Later, the top superstar who wrote songs for her, the loyal dog knight behind her, and the paranoid rich girl who gave her life joined forces to kill the underworld:
"Who said she is a rag picker? She is the only mercy in this world."
Shen Yan: Don't sensationalize, give money or soul power.
Yanzhi: Wait, where am I?
