On my first day of delivering food, an old man wearing a shroud blocked the door and handed me one of my grandma's embroidered shoes.
"Your grandma's cousin can't hold it any longer."
Only then did I realize that my grandma, who was a great performer in the northeastern countryside, left behind not a broken house, but a sinister hall that suppressed thousands of evil spirits.
The leader of the Hu family called me a waste, and the Huang family's detective horse wanted to run away every day. The only regular visitor was the beautiful captain of the criminal police team, who brought a bunch of murder cases that could not be explained by science and begged me to "take a look."
What's even worse is that grandma's death was not an accident, and the ancient evil god sleeping underground in the city has opened his eyes.
When the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts descends on the modern city, how can I, a temporary boss who can only deliver takeout, use the money from a bowl of Malatang to shoulder the responsibility of saving the lives of a city?
