I'm dead. The flower pot was smashed.
Only when I arrived in the underworld did I realize that I had to wait in line for three hundred years to be reincarnated. Without merit, there is not even a place to stay.
With no choice but to work as a temporary worker at Huangquan Logistics - delivering letters to the dead to the afterlife. If you give it to the wrong frying pan, you will lose your soul.
Every letter is a life, a regret, a truth.
The first letter was written by an old man with lung cancer to his son in the ICU. When it was delivered, my son had one hour left.
The second letter was written by a bullied junior high school student to the bully. After being delivered, the bully dreams about the deceased every night.
The third letter was written by the unjustly executed prisoner to his lawyer. After being delivered, the real murderer was imprisoned.
As I was sending it off, I discovered that the three missed calls my father made before his death were related to a letter that was seized by high-level officials in the underworld. The judge stopped me, the guild suppressed me, and something called "Shadow" stared at me in the dark.
But I, Lin Du, am the king of express delivery when I am alive, and I must fulfill my mission even when I am dead.
[Urban imagination + no heroine + upgrade flow]
[Not talking about love, just sending letters. Every letter makes me cry and feel happy.
