For seven days in a row, I received the same late-night takeout order delivered to an unfinished building in the suburbs.
The delivery fee is ridiculously high, but the requirements are weird: leave it at the door, don't disturb it, and be out of the way of people.
On the eighth day, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and stepped into the building.
Then, I saw it - countless pairs of scarlet eyes lighting up in the darkness.
A parchment contract filled with inhuman words floated in front of me:
"Sign it and it will become a vessel for us to walk in the world."
Rejection is a dead end. If you sign, your life may be worse than death.
In desperation, I tremblingly dialed the number marked "Mom":
"Mom, what do you always say our ancestors did?"
There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then came an unprecedented seriousness:
"Kid, have you finally... Encountered 'those things'?"
Only then did I realize that my family's ancestral occupation was not farming.
But in the dark night when mortals are sleeping, watching the dawn for them.
And I, this ordinary delivery boy,
Became the new generation of the Li family - the night watchman.
