My name is Chen Mo, the delivery boy.
I received an order that day: funeral home, morgue, cabinet No. 3. The note read - "Just open the cabinet door and put it in my mouth."
Sent. The corpse chewed the porridge and gave it a five-star review.
Then I got Yin Yang Eyes.
From then on, all the customers were ghosts. A single gift is worth a hundred dollars, but I endured it for the sake of the mortgage.
Each customer is more outrageous than the last: a scholar from the Ming Dynasty wanted to burn the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination" and take the Tsinghua University exam in his next life; a general from the Tang Dynasty ordered fried chicken because he thought it wasn't crispy enough; a socialite from the Republic of China asked for milk tea to send to friends in the underworld.
I thought I would make a fortune silently, until an old ghost from the Qing Dynasty gave me a bad review: "Pearls are too hard."
I was blocked from the underworld food delivery platform.
The Prince of Hell said that if he wanted to unblock him, he could give him a birthday cake.
Sent. He took a bite and said: "From today on, you are the number one delivery person in the Yin and Yang Realms."
Before I could laugh, he added: "By the way, let's find out who is smuggling evil spirits back to the earth."
"Can't it be found out?"
"If we can't find out, I'll turn you into a ghost and continue to send it to me."
Now the whole underworld is waiting for my delivery.
And I just want to finish delivering this order alive.
