Master has been delivering food for 30 years. Before he disappeared, he left me three things:
A coffin shop, a ghost app, and a last word——
"Finish that takeout order and marry your wife."
But the master's wife has been dead for thirty years.
I took the order and sent it to the third basement floor. The consignee was myself.
Hell APP prompt: [You are attacking the rider]
It turns out that the eighth generation descendant of the Goshen Hall delivers not just takeaways, but lives.
Master is not missing, he is trapped in a cycle.
And the mistress I want to marry is "that thing" itself——
Now, I am holding my wife's ashes, and my phone displays:
[New order: sent thirty years ago, note: don't let your master come in]
The dead will not take orders, and the living will not owe their lives.
But I placed this order myself.
