I, the Delivery Boy, Know Hundreds of Millions of Folk Customs, so It Makes Sense, Right?

[Urban Imagination] [Folk Suspense] [Parallel World] Delivering food is just my part-time job, and it is my ancestral craft. My name is Chen Wang. I am born with yin and yang eyes. I can observe qi and identify evil spirits, and I specialize in treating various "acclimates". Unfortunately, I was short of money and had to pay whatever I earned, until I moved the grave of the haunted house and "picked up" Fatty Zhou, a rich second-generation follower. The fat man slapped his thigh and said, "Brother Wang, start a company! Put the money in the public account, let me see how you can overcome your lack of wealth and life!" So, "Fat Man's Errand Running Studio" was opened for business. On the surface, it's delivery in the same city, but in fact, it's folk customs. The ghosts at the gas station on rainy nights, the century-old coffin under the reservoir, the nameless bones in the wall of the villa... What we deal with is never ghosts, but the obsessions of people and historical diseases. Now that the company has expanded, we have spent a "huge amount of money" to buy the house where an internet celebrity died suddenly and used it as an employee dormitory. But as soon as he moved in, Fatty received a strange private message on his phone: "Brother, I'm right behind you..."