On a rainy night, I collapsed on the rooftop because of a bad review, but accidentally saved a girl who jumped from the building.
The phone suddenly buzzed - "You have a new order from the King of Hell. The delivery address is No. 3 Furnace of Chengnan Crematorium."
I cursed and took the order, only to find out when I got there——
The recipient was my enemy who died just an hour ago, and my takeout knife was stuck in his chest.
Since then, my world has changed.
The late-night funeral parlor needs "haunted house sleep testers", and the reward is ten years of life.
At the crossroads in the early morning, someone "paid a lot of money to ask for a child", but the employer was a bride in red who drowned in the Republic of China.
I have delivered a weeping urn, a heart dripping with blood, and even sent a letter of complaint from the City God directly to the Palace of Hell.
Until that day, I received an appointment form from hell:
"Delivery item: Curse of the Old Gods. Recipient: yourself."
A prompt pops up on the phone:
"The overtime penalty for this order: 100% divinity erosion. Please... Make sure to deliver it alive."
I looked at the back seat of the electric car. The rusty takeaway knife was making a bloodthirsty buzz.
