Have you ever received an express delivery without a tracking number?
In the deepest part of Huaishu Lane in the old city, there is a "Night Express Station". The storefront is so small that even the signboard is crooked. The boss is a socially fearful young man named Su Ye. He sleeps during the day and operates at night. He barely survives on two meals of instant noodles a day.
He thought those packages with strange addresses written on them were just pranks - "Changyang Mountain·Xingtian Shou", "Qingqiu Mountain·Nine-tailed Fox Shou", "East China Sea Dragon Palace·Jingwei Shou".
Until the pick-up person came to the door.
A headless fitness instructor stared at him with his belly button asking for a delivery. A one-legged flamingo roasts sweet potatoes in the attic. A beauty blogger with nine heads comes to the basement to grill some skewers. A penguin—he said he was not a penguin, and that the divergence of his and penguin genealogies occurred about 10,000 years ago—came to remove twelve cold and heat scales used for mating.
Su Ye finally realized: all his customers came from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
