My father's 30,000 yuan deposit expired tomorrow morning, but the stationmaster forced Chen Ye to pay 7 yuan for a 23-kilometer rainstorm bill; the destination was the ghost building where people were burned to death twenty years ago. The old lady who had starved to death for three days at the door only asked: "My child, is the noodles still hot?"
When a bowl of Yangchun noodles is delivered to the ghost building, Chen Ye accidentally binds to the three-realm takeout system: delivering food to ghosts can get yin and yang eyes; delivering chickens to fox fairies can be exchanged for demon city passes; delivering fried rice to the city god can borrow a city's incense to quell evil spirits.
During the day, he relied on evidence to overthrow the black-hearted webmaster; late at night, he rode an electric bicycle through Huangquan Road and Baigui Night Walk. Until the ninth order appeared, and the note read: Please send the last hot meal in the world to the end of the world.
