The horror game came and I became the only courier who had to deliver goods to evil spirits.
Five-star review, my battery car turned into a hearse.
Bad review? I made the devil who placed the order be laughed at by all the monsters on the Internet.
Later, I opened the first logistics company in the world of horror.
Business scope: cross-dungeon express delivery, weird cold chain, devil loan guarantee, evil god supplies line.
The blood moon is in the sky, and thousands of ghosts are attacking the city.
I rode a skeleton motorcycle and stopped under the city wall, and sounded the horn to the Ghost King:
"Get out of the way, you're blocking me from delivering hell's special takeaway to the city lord."
"If you don't give way, I will put you on the industry blacklist."
