Xu Chang'an, 23, a recent college graduate, sent out 317 resumes and received zero offers. With his money running out, he signed up as a food delivery rider and moved into Wazi Alley, a bottom-of-the-barrel urban village in Linyuan City.
He thought life couldn't get any harder.
Until that night, when he heard the word "Dao" three times.
A voice calling itself "Dao" told him that his thought frequency resonated with the Way of Heaven and Earth. He had been chosen as a "Bearer of the Dao," tasked with maintaining the Dao's order and guiding restless souls onward. His power wasn't turning stones into gold or seeing the future. It was catching ghosts.
From then on, Xu Chang'an delivered food by day and guided spirits by night. He discovered that ghosts weren't fanged monsters. They were ordinary people who had lost their way: a programmer who died from overwork but still kept fixing code, a high school student who kept riding the last subway after being bullied, a century-old lingering spirit who refused to leave an ancestral home, an old woman who could still smell wontons from the night market after death. They weren't evil. They simply had regrets they couldn't let go of.
**Money is hard to earn, bonds are hard to mend, and regrets are hard to put to rest. But when regrets remain, go and lay them to rest. And if you can't, become a lamp, shining on yourself and on others.**
