I'll Open the Underworld Cafeteria to Extend My Life

[Pre-receipt of the article "Doomsday Game Milk Tea Cart", please see the text at the end] There is a snack bar in the old street, and the owner is a good-looking medicine jar. Si Nanxing, the medicine jar man, wobbled three times with every step he took, raised his legs and panted three times. Everyone said he wouldn't live long. The snack bar he opened had few people alive all year round, and neighbors said it would not be open for more than a few days. Of course ordinary people don't know that Si Nanxing is not an ordinary person, and this store is not opened for living people. When the devil comes, paper lanterns are hung in snack bars without signboards, crows with glossy black feathers land on the eaves and crow three times, and lonely ghosts flock to the place. Si Nanxing lay in the beauty chair and coughed twice: "Eat slowly. Eat well before you go on the road. No fighting is allowed. Be careful, there is someone below me." Just as the ghosts were about to sneer, a young man wrapped in the evil aura of the underworld walked out of the gate of hell. He only glanced at it and the whole place was silent. Zhu Youjun pinched the bag and asked: "The same old method, half of it is cashed out, and the other half is recorded as merit in exchange for longevity?" "Yes." Si Nanxing reached for the book, "Let me see how long I can live." Zhu Youjun refused to show it to him: "Secrets of the underworld." Si Nanxing lay back down again and complained nonchalantly: "You don't even let me see it. What if I accidentally end up as old as the sky?" Zhu Youjun stared at him: "That's good." "You have to live as long as heaven to be able to stay with me forever." The serious underworld clerk Zhu Youjun x Hun does not hesitate to live for how many days, how many days does the sick man Si Nanxing have? A love story between ghosts who are worried and ghosts who are greedy. Note: 1. There are many private facilities. 2. Non-serious food (?) Articles. 3. Thank you to @ for the cover material, and thank you to Brother Shi for the production =3=The cover may change frequently, but there is no way, my wife made the cover, and I have many wives, hehe XD [Pre-received article: "Doomsday Game Milk Tea Cart"] On September 9, 2999, a doomsday dungeon game came to Blue Star, randomly forcibly pulling in players. The mortality rate was as high as 98%. It is an interstellar miracle that mankind did not perish. In the third year of the game, human beings were forced to evolve under intense pressure. The chosen ones with superpowers were reborn everywhere. There were as many systems as dogs. Our fellow humans were confident that they would win this time, but they did not expect that the monsters on the opposite side would also cheat. The level limit is refreshed as long as it is refreshed. Dungeon monsters can also take drugs. BOSS with residual health needs to be buffed first and then mutated. Damn it, is this game even balanced? Human beings are desperate and think that this time is really going to end. A game legend is quietly spreading - just dial a magical takeaway number, and if the monster you face is buggy enough, a righteous pink milk tea truck will fall from the sky, fluttering lace flags, and run over the opposite face. Then you have to hand over all the proceeds from fighting monsters and buy a cup of milk tea from the beautiful boss, otherwise the long-legged driver next to him will blow your head off with a hammer. Don't ask whether milk tea tastes good or not. This is the sweetness of the afterlife, the mellow fragrance that continues life! ---------------------------------------- In order to prevent human beings from winning the final victory, the game has quietly manipulated the player's evolution. The more powerful the individual, the more useless the abilities obtained through evolution. For example, the little madman He Wuning obtained the milk tea shop management system, and the human light Yiluo awakened the strongest repairman power. He Wuning: Your dog game will punish me, right? I will sanction your boss! Anyone who disrupts the balance will die! Yi Luo raised the repair wrench in cooperation. The man is cruel and seldom talks violently. The cool driver attacks the person X. He is cruel, talks too much and is arrogant. The little lunatic suffers. ——My wheels are rolling forward. Even if I ride on the funniest unicycle float, I will run over the crowns of the gods behind the scenes and usher in the final light of victory. Intention: No matter what kind of adversity, live hard.