Jiang Hengzhi knelt and held his wife's slippers for three years. A loser in martial arts, a son-in-law with a low status, even the takeout box has more dignity than him. It wasn't until the order reached the edge of the secret realm that his spiritual eyes suddenly went berserk, and he saw the spiritual veins thirty meters underground glowing. If you use your spiritual eye once, your life span will be reduced by three days. But he can't control that much. He established a takeout group: Hu Xun, the genius before the divorce scandal collapsed; Xiao Yichen, the bankrupt young man who was kicked out of his family. The three losers got together and started using modern technology to rob the secret realm. GPS marks spiritual veins, drones steal spiritual liquid, and live broadcast rooms sell spiritual stones. While the masters of cultivating immortals were still meditating, they had already cut the spiritual veins into takeaway pieces. Tonight, the secret realm reopened, and the rich man from the consortium led people to close the place: "Does a food delivery guy deserve it?" Jiang Hengzhi opened his delusion-breaking spiritual eyes, and his seven orifices began to bleed. He smiled: "Your spiritual vein has been delivered, please give me five stars." The battery car faced the barrier and crashed directly into it.
