Notes of a Modern Yin-Yang Messenger

My name is Zhang Shouyi. I’m a Taoist priest, and my main job is “food delivery.” My delivery app automatically flags haunted-house orders, and in the trunk of my electric scooter, talismans sit right beside the chopsticks. Other couriers watch the road. I watch my compass. This order is headed to the viral haunted house in the urban village, the one with over 9,999 monthly visits. The instant the door opens, the compass needle spins wildly. The Northeastern guy behind me suddenly gets yellow eyes and speaks in an ancient voice: “Little Daoist, stop staring. The immortal inside… is chewing on your wall.” Delivering food, keeping people safe. Helping the dead move on, with no extra charge for rush orders.