There is a taboo spread in Huadu's supernatural circles recently: in the alley at three o'clock in the morning, if you encounter a delivery man riding a small yellow car with a fishy sweet smell wafting from the box - run and don't look back.
Guan Yun felt aggrieved.
He just wanted to quietly deliver food to earn some pocket money, and stop by the blood bank for a meal.
But there are always people who are not discerning: the young master of Maoshan sent a killer, the painted-skinned female ghost wanted to suck his yang energy, the Zhuge family asked him to catch ghosts and then gave him a bad review...
"Can five-star reviews be exchanged for a bag of type O blood?" Guan Yun asked sincerely.
Until one night, Ma Xiaoling found that there was no food in his refrigerator, only thirty-seven empty blood bags.
She slowly took out the magic stick and said, "Explain."
Guan Yun silently took off his work badge, and the shadow of Pangu appeared behind him. Thousands of corpses worshiped him: "Actually... I am an existence at the level of your ancestor?"
Ma Xiaoling: "... You said last night that you were a waste in the Qi and Blood Realm?"
Guan Yun: "That's a character. Delivering food requires a character, and so does the Zombie King."
[Reading Tips: This book contains a lot of famous scenes such as "pretend to be weak and get slapped in the face", "blood bag literature", "a female ghost wants to flirt with me but I only like to deliver takeaways", etc. It is recommended not to read near the blood bank late at night]
