I Just Wanted to Deliver Takeout, So How Did I Become a Spirit Medium?
The basic premise:
My name is Zhang Tiezhu, a delivery rider from Northeast China who firmly believes that “safety comes first, money second.” My greatest ambition in life is to lie flat and make money, until I stupidly accepted an order from a haunted house and accidentally released a talkative fox spirit who had been sealed for a thousand years. He shoved a “partnership agreement” at me and said my laid-back days were over. From now on, I had to deal with either KPIs or ghosts.
My “divine” coworkers:
Other people's spirit companions are ethereal and dignified, with extraordinary powers.
The spirit companions on my team are all workplace “lunatics”!
My mentor is a sharp-tongued fox spirit with the worst performance record, who “hired” me against my will. My teammates are a talkative weasel spirit who specializes in dragging me into trouble and an aloof snake spirit who only wants to play video games. Our daily routine isn't exorcising demons, but writing reports, hitting performance targets, and figuring out how to use a delivery app to “deliver food” to ghosts.
My daily work:
By day, I deliver food to the living and earn yuan.
By night, I run errands for the dead and earn karma points.
From mediating “work injury” disputes for vengeful ghosts to handling the weasel spirits' “outrageous bride-price” demands, my line of work keeps expanding. While other spirit mediums solemnly summon spirits before an altar, I'm on my phone arguing with my spirit companion: “You have to count this merit toward my total!”
But when ancient conspiracies emerge behind the city's ghost stories...
When my teammates and home are threatened, this coward who only wanted to deliver takeout
