Those Years When the Underworld Was Outsourced

My name is Qin Sen, a delivery boy in the outer area of ​​Bincheng Road. I am so poor that I only have an electric donkey and one life. On the night of July 14th, I took a takeout order. The customer said: "Leave it at the door, don't knock, don't call your name, and don't look back." Then the door opened, and a woman in a green cloth skirt came out, holding a bowl of soup and letting me take a sip. She said her name was Meng Axiang, the business agent of the underworld in the Yang Realm. She said that I would not survive the beginning of winter, but the underworld was short of people, so she became a "Yang Realm collaborator" - in human terms, it was just outsourcing, and if she had no money, she would make merit, and a little merit would be worth a day of Yang life. I wanted to refuse, but she gave me a tip of sixty-six yuan. From that night on, I stopped delivering takeaways and instead delivered ghosts. My partner is my brother Zhao Lei, the talkative king of the Northeast, with a bad character. He is responsible for talking and I am responsible for taking the blame. During the day, I ran takeaways to pay the rent, and at night, I took orders to save my life. In between, I had to deal with the fox fairy asking for a title, the bath ghost insisting on rubbing my back, and Po Meng coming to check on me. In this area outside the road, ghosts want your life and the landlord wants your money. But the life of a poor ghost is harder than that of a ghost.