One stormy night, delivery rider Lin Feng takes the wrong order, and the “Underworld Delivery App” is installed on his phone. Run late and it deducts your lifespan; refuse an order and your account gets “banned” for good. The only perk is that he can earn merit points to pay for his mother's dialysis.
From then on, he's delivering milk tea by day while customers yell, “Hurry up!” and delivering incense for the dead at night while ghosts complain, “It's too cold.” He brings brown sugar rice cakes to an old woman with an unresolved obsession, and she complains that they're “missing sesame seeds.” He delivers calming tea to a programmer ghost, who clutches his phone and shouts, “I have to fix this bug before I drink!” Even the King of Hell's rush order isn't safe from his grumbling: “What's the hurry? You didn't add bad-weather compensation to this order!”
His electric scooter gets souped up for the underworld, his delivery box is stuffed with warding talismans, and while clutching a hospital bill in one hand, he bargains with fierce ghosts in the other: “That ‘malicious negative review’ isn't fair. I'll report you to the Underworld Consumer Protection Association!”
Who could have guessed that this cowardly delivery rider, who gets chased by ghosts for three whole blocks and still talks tough, would end up turning deliveries to the dead into a cutthroat rat race across both the world of the living and the world of the dead?
“The King of Hell placed an order? I'll take it! Give me enough merit points and I'll do more than deliver food. I'll even be a ghost's designated driver. After all, my mom is still waiting for a hospital bed!”
There is a recent shortage of books, and this one is interesting. The author should hurry up and write it! Hurry up and write, it looks good, I love reading it, I will read it again!!!