Rider of the Underworld: Sign in at the Beginning to Calm the Soul

Lu Ting tugged on the yellow take-out clothes that had turned white from washing and were still leaking, and wiped the rain off his face. The rain flowed down his angular but tired face and into his neck, making him shiver violently with the cold. The dilapidated second-hand electric donkey made a scream as I stepped out of it, as if it was about to fall apart in the next second. Lu Ting stared at the errand order that popped up on the screen of his phone with a dazzling red light.