Lin Yang is a delivery boy.
Others deliver food to the living, while he delivers food to the dead.
The man in cabinet No. 3 Of the morgue orders fried rice with spicy eggs every day;
The eldest sister of No. 3 Furnace in the funeral home eats sweet and sour pork ribs every meal;
The uncle in No. 17, Area A, Chengnan Cemetery, loves to eat dumplings with Erguotou.
Everyone thought Lin Yang was crazy until the day when his spiritual energy revived.
While others were still fighting for a bite to eat, Lin Yang took out his cell phone: "Hello? Brother Li from the morgue? What do you want to eat today? What? Do you want to kill ten zombies? Okay, add five hundred yuan of spiritual energy, and I'll be there right away!"
My sister raised her forehead and said, "Brother, can we stop doing business with dead people?"
Lin Yang was holding a cigarette in his mouth, counting the balance in his card, and smiling like a fool.
Doing business is not shabby.
Living or dead, they are all customers.
