Jiang Tu was killed on the spot when a package fell from the sky and hit him. The cause of death was embarrassing, and the way he died was even worse. But the ridiculousness was only just beginning.
He woke up at the gates of the underworld. The queue for reincarnation started at seventy-two years, while VIP express service cost 300,000 strings of underworld currency. Lady Meng had opened a chain of three soup shops by the River of Forgetfulness. An LED screen outside the Hall of Yama flashed, “Reincarnate Civilly. Queueing Is a Virtue.” And the judges in the Eighteenth Level of Hell would curse at the little devils over a two-degree difference in oil temperature: “What is this, fried chicken?!”
Broke and penniless, Jiang Tu was dragged by a careless courier into the Fengdu branch, a failing mess with the highest complaint rate in the entire underworld and three months of unpaid wages. The branch manager, Qiao Fei, had an icy face and never spoke more than three words at a time. The trial period was three days. Fail, and you were out.
But Jiang Tu had a degree in logistics management.
She used data analysis to crack Bai Wuchang’s movements and cornered him into signing for his package in person. With three layers of waterproof packaging and a talisman to suppress evil, she landed a delivery to the Blood River Ancestor, who hadn’t signed for a single package in eight thousand years. With standardized procedures and a real-time tracking system, she took on the century-old Underworld Escort Bureau and won. A record keeper with amnesia, a hot-tempered judge who’d been fired, a living programmer who’d died from overwork after writing code and was now trapped in a bug in the underworld’s System, and a bad-review specialist who was both rival and friend: one by one, they joined her team of “underworld wage slaves.”
When she discovered a black package sitting quietly in the depths of the warehouse, addressed to “King Yama” and sent seven hundred years ago, she finally realized she hadn’t just taken over a delivery station on the verge of bankruptcy, but a mystery spanning several centuries
