I am Fan Taixi, a crowdsourced delivery boy who works the night shift.
At one o'clock in the morning, I received an order with a delivery fee of 45 yuan. The address was Yong'an Lane 3, which had been demolished long ago.
After it was delivered, the note said: Don't look back.
I turned back.
From that night on, I had a baby's black fingerprint on my right wrist, which couldn't be washed away no matter how hard I washed it.
Uncle Le from the grocery store downstairs said: What I deliver is not takeout, but "fetuses". Some people used Gumantong to raise ghosts, so I became a courier delivering food.
In order to survive, I started to get into contact with Buddhist amulets, head-dropping, and Nanyang magic.
Azan from Thailand accepted me as a registered disciple, and He Shang, the successor of Hakka Dharma, became my harmful partner.
The spells of Mazu, Guanyin, and Emperor Huaguang are my last trump cards against Hei Jiangtou.
And the head-dropping master Chapong Azan who is hiding in the dark is raising a "ghost king" to maturity - the last sacrifice he needs is my mother.
Strange things in Nanyang, night shift takeout. Every order may lead to hell.
