My name is Xiaocui, and I am a starving ghost. His appearance is thin, his muscles are yellow, and his body is as thin as a bamboo pole.
In the main hall, the King of Hell asked me with a smile: "Cui, are you willing to join us? Salary plus bonus, and free lunch, you will be satisfied!"
When I heard it, was there such a good thing?
If I don't agree, it won't be me, Xiaocui.
In fact, I don't know why they chose me. After all, there are thousands of ghosts in the underworld. Looking at the ghosts around him, all of them are as beautiful as trees, especially Hei Wuchang, who looks like a ghost.
Before leaving, I seemed to hear the King of Hell saying with a sly smile: "Cui is so skinny, she must eat less, and we can save some money again, haha, as expected of me!"
He must have forgotten: ghosts cannot be distinguished by their appearance...
Don't underestimate every starving person's desire to eat.
Purpose: We meet each other when fate comes, don't force it