After delivering the last order in the early morning, I received a mysterious text message: "The woman in the red dress behind you has no feet."
I was so frightened that I threw the takeaway, and the sauce of the sweet and sour pork ribs burned the female ghost's body with talismans.
The next day, the mobile phone automatically downloaded the "Netherworld Express" APP, and the order was forced to be dispatched: "Mass Graves in the West of the City, overtime will deduct life span."
As the electric car rushed past the graves, the mahogany sword buzzed in the incubator.
It turns out that delivering food is fake, but catching ghosts is real.
Until one day, I received an order delivered to my home. The note read: "Open the door to receive the goods. You have been dead for three days."
