On the winter night N years ago-

The winter in Yanjing is very cold.

Song Yi walked alone in the streets of Yanjing. He no longer remembers that this was his first few years in Yanjing. Time seems to have no meaning to him. The value of his existence, perhaps... is just mixed eating. Wait to die.

Everything, because his body is very special, his eyes... hell.

The photo book says that only those who are in bad luck will be easy to hell.

Therefore, Song Yi knew that he was a downright unlucky person, failing in his studies, and not working smoothly.

Having grown up like this, for 28 years now, Song Yi has never been in love, nor has he done anything to make his parents proud.

Of course, he left home early and went out to work, just not wanting to be a burden to his parents, but...

"Xiaoyi, I'm sorry, mom! Mom mistakenly believed in the liar's words, thinking that spending money can help you heal your illness, who knows...who knows... the liar has deceived all the savings at home."

In the afternoon, my mother's crying on the phone seemed to linger in her ears.

Song Yi felt a little pain in his heart.

He has been different from other children since he was a child. The family knew that he was "ill." Some relatives and friends rejected him and rejected him.

But his parents have never given up on him. This not-so-rich family is his warmest harbor.

"Mom, don't be sad. Don't get angry. Isn't it just money? I almost forgot to tell you that I just changed my job. This new company is very big. There are tens of thousands of yuan a month in salary. Don't worry. , When I pay my salary, I will send the money to you. From now on, you and my dad will wait to enjoy the happiness."

…………

Song Yi didn't deceive anyone, he did just change his job not long ago.

but……

Today he was fired again.

He is always so unlucky, he has long been used to it.

Could it be... God really refuses to give yourself a way out?

The night breeze in the middle of the night blew towards him, and Song Yi shivered. Suddenly, a piece of paper was blown on him by the gale.

Song Yi frowned, picked up the piece of paper and just wanted to throw it away, but under the faint moonlight, the two red characters "high salary" suddenly aroused his idea!

This is actually a job posting?

Song Yi was overjoyed. He carefully looked at the recruitment notice. The content was actually very simple--

Huangquan Express, due to business needs, urgently needs a courier.

Absolutely high salary!

Huangquan Express? Why is this name so strange? Is there such a company in the domestic express industry?

Song Yi is a bit sullen, but when he thinks of a high salary, he can't help but concentrate. This is this one!

He looked down for the address and contact information of Huangquan Express, but the recruitment notice was blank below—

What the **** is this?

How can I apply for a job without an address?

Song Yi laughed at herself, it must be someone's prank! Return Huangquan Express, why not call Tianting SF Express?

Throwing away the recruitment notice casually, Song Yi continued to move forward. As he walked, he suddenly stopped, eyes full of incredible.

This road is his way back to the rental house. He has not known how many times he has walked in the past few years, but now there is a strange house on this road. The door of the house is black, but the door is hanging. A plaque of local tyrant gold——

Huangquan Express!

There really is Huangquan Express!

Song Yi felt a chill, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Huangquan, Huangquan, could it be... this is the express delivery from the underworld?