In the middle of the night, the Town and Year Bureau escorted a third-level golden Buddha that was about to be deified.
Body bags exploded, eerie chanting shook the city, and millions of people's eyeballs began to swell.
Lu Chen looked at the monster covered with tentacles and eyes, and silently put on his gloves:
"There are too many tentacles to fit in the urn. There are too many eyeballs and the remains are not up to standard."
"The overnight rush fee has increased by 200% - Chenghui, 32.5 Million, cash or card?"
Every receipt he issued was a death notice to the gods.
Until one day, he walked into the revolving lantern and saw the truth six thousand years ago——
It is not death that forgets the gods. It was the gods themselves who killed death.
Lu Chen took out the scalpel and added a new charge to the bill:
"For those who kill gods, the burial fee will be calculated separately."
