Introduction to the work "Wanjie Logistics Park"
Mingchen set up an appraisal stall at the flea market, specializing in collecting junk from the Three Realms. One day I woke up with a glowing nebula on my chest, and beside me was an electric takeout car that was always fully charged, a broken mobile phone that could only be opened with a takeout app, and a crumpled note: Deliver takeout and survive. Don't trust gods in suits.
He thought he was just a part-time food appraiser. Until a black short-legged cat squatted on his fair scale and swallowed the fake arrest warrant from heaven; a traffic policeman with three heads and six arms stopped his electric car and said, "My resignation letter has been rejected three thousand times"; a nine-tailed fox opened a milk tea shop opposite, and there was always a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus brew in the back window - leaving it to someone who would never come back.
He gradually discovered that what he delivered was never takeout. It is the family letter of the ownerless ghost in the underworld, the real dragon ball that has been detained by the Dragon Clan for thousands of years, the relics confiscated by the casual cultivator in heaven, and the last undelivered obsession of those who have been "cancelled" by the rules of heaven.
"Wanjie Logistics Park must achieve its mission. We do not accept incense, only good reviews. Customers from the underworld receive a 20% discount."
This is the story of a group of people abandoned by the rules, coming together to bring warmth to the three realms.
