The weather was particularly good on the day Chen Du died. The 47th takeout order exceeded 12 minutes and my heart stopped beating.
When I wake up again, there will be a queue in hell for three hundred years. The King of Hell personally called for an interview: "We have a position here, which includes food and accommodation, five insurances and one housing fund. The KPI is to transfer 99 souls per month. If you can't complete it, the souls will fly away."
He signed it. There is an extra word binding technique on the wrist. The internal management system of the underworld is installed on the work mobile phone, the Mengpo soup condensed capsules are sold in the mall, and there are people in the circle of friends complaining about the traffic jam on Huangquan Road.
He thought that he was the only delivery person in the underworld - the delivery person was not Malatang, but a ghost.
Until he found a fragment of the seal of reincarnation embedded in his heart. There is an old file from three hundred years ago in the drawer of the King of Hell's desk. The person in the portrait looks exactly like him.
"I'm not here to work. I'm here to atone for my sins!"
