I Delivered Takeout and Sent Back a Piece of Dragon Bone to My Deceased Mother.

[Suspense and Supernatural] [Urban Ghost Stories] [Folklore Beasts] [No System] [Takeaway Rider] [Excessive Self-Healing] In the third month after being framed and fired by his former company, Zhou Yan only had 8.6 Yuan left in his bank card. The mortgage deduction failed, breakup news popped up, and the food delivery webmaster urged him to complete the last three orders. In the early morning, the platform sent a high-priced delivery order of 1,888 yuan. The pickup location is the back door of the cold chain warehouse, and the delivery location is an abandoned building in a village in the city. There is only one note: the wooden box should not be exposed to water. The wooden box automatically split when it arrived. Inside is a breathing dragon bone. The bone fragment scratched his arm, but the wound closed on its own within twenty seconds - leaving a gray-white scale film under the skin. The phone vibrated. The second order popped up on the platform: Send the "original" back to Room 1202, Building 17, Zhongjiang Garden. The consignee is his mother who died two years ago. He didn't know that the keel was only the first piece. The horns of the unicorn, the soil of the mountain god, the scales of the river god - these monsters that have been misrepresented as myths are being delivered to every pipeline in the city with takeaway orders. Someone has been dispatching orders in the system for more than two hundred years. Zhou Yan survived. But every time he heals, he becomes the next cargo to be signed for.