Stand Back, My Venerable Self Is Going to Put On a Show!
Penerjemah: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Inside the convenience mart, the Old Devil who hadn't eaten meat for one thousand years picked his teeth. Cracks then appeared in his flesh, which finally crumbled into specks that dropped off.
"As I thought, half an hour is already the limit." Devil Emperor Gua Pi sighed and had to return to the stone ghost mask once again, tearing out the delivery brother whom he had switched positions with earlier and throwing him aside.
This Riceball Takeout delivery brother trembled in one corner. Like the rest, his soul had been forcibly replaced by Devil Emperor Gua Pi when he had delivered the takeout earlier.
This was already the thirty-second delivery guy to suffer from this evil scheme.
However, these deliverymen were a little special. While each of them carried an insulated Riceball Takeout delivery box, this basically belonged to the merchant.
If they didn't return to their bodies within seventy-two hours, their souls would be completely dispersed.