I'm Driving Didi in the Underworld

Lin Zhou is dead. He died in a brave act of justice at the age of twenty-three. When he opened his eyes, he stood at the gate of the underworld city, which was crowded with people. In front of him is a gilded notice: The prefectural transportation bureau urgently recruits a logistics specialist from the underworld, with food and accommodation included, and a probationary period of three hundred years. He thought this was just a courier delivery job, until the first order he received read - Recipient: Naihe Bridge Office·Meng Po (receiving), Note: Please avoid Huangquan Road, there is a traffic jam there. From then on, a living person drove the only new energy hearse in the underworld, traveling between the three realms of logistics networks. Driving on the darkest night roads and delivering the most outrageous express delivery, the signer only had four words to say about him: This driver can handle it. But that day, he received an order without an address. There is only one sentence in the recipient column: I want to take another bite of dumplings from the underworld. Lin Zhou was silent for a long time and stepped on the accelerator.