I worked the night shift at the funeral home, and all my colleagues were waiting to see me wet my pants. When the corpse knocked on the door at the morgue, I was sending a WeChat message to the underworld bosses: "Urgent, a ghost is blocking the door and trying to shake people off."
Who would have thought that the greeting gift given by the sign-in system would be yin and yang eyes. Others are ghosts, but I am ghosts. I take out my mobile phone - scan it, and my friends +1.
From then on, the circle of friends in the underworld was updated daily: helping Zhong Kui take photos on a blind date, teaching Po Meng how to make milk tea, which was a hot search topic, and working part-time on weekends as a game booster for His Highness the King of Hell. As for the corpse that knocked on my door in the middle of the night? He handed over a cup of milk tea: "Brother Long, the Lord of Hell asked you if you still need a leg hair pendant?"
