This is the story of a greedy Pixiu who was tricked into inheriting the underworld, building infrastructure from scratch, and recruiting wise men, just to support his family.
As soon as I got the title deed to Rehu, I went straight to Hades, preparing to feast on Fangyuan. I got off the boat and stood there in a daze:
"We promised to come here to solve the problem of inflation, but we can eat gold, silver, and jewelry as we please? Why is there only a bare Styx River and a barren land?"
Open the "Gourmet Tips Bag" again and all the truth will be revealed! It turns out that all I saw was the pie drawn by the leader—the corner of the future blueprint.
But now the underworld has no palace, no ghosts, and no worship. It is simply the wilderness version of survival or starvation.
Fangyuan touched her growling belly, took out the ghost seal with tears in her eyes, took a bite, but it didn't move, and finally couldn't help but shed tears and angrily said:
"The sky has no eyes! Even a three-year-old kid is being bullied!"
Intention: There are three wonderful things about animal life: having enough food, clothing, warmth, and enough sleep
