On the first day Jiang Xiaoman took over the family takeout station, he received three strange rules:
1: Early morning orders must be paid with paper money:
2: Customers who say "enjoy your meal" should run away immediately:
3: Never make the incubator lighter
When she gave Malatang to a customer whose neck was purple due to strangulation, and the customer wrote in the negative comment column, "The soup is too bland and not as delicious as your blood," she finally realized that what she was delivering was never food for living people.
When Zhong Wuhui came to the door holding a bloody takeout receipt, Jiang Xiaoman was stuffing half of the evil spirit into his mouth.
"Eat my soul, either guard the underworld for me for three thousand years," the man incarnate in the coffin pressed against her fanged lips, "or lie down in my coffin now."
At this moment, her phone was vibrating like crazy:
[New order: Deliver your wedding invitations to the Eighteenth Level of Hell]
[Note: The coffin should be made of cypress wood, and the bridesmaid should choose a headless bride]
—When takeout boxes start devouring entire towns,
Should she swallow the coffin behind her?
Or swallow this damn world?
Intention: When both Yin and Yang worlds become the rule of cannibalism, the brave man who swallows fear is the knife that breaks the cycle of reincarnation.