I died. A flowerpot did me in.
Only after I reached the underworld did I find out that the queue for reincarnation was three hundred years long. Without good karma, I couldn’t even find a place to stay.
With nowhere else to turn, I could only take a temporary job at Yellow Springs Logistics, delivering letters from the dead to the living. Deliver one to the wrong place and you’ll be thrown into the boiling cauldron. Deliver it too late and your soul will scatter.
Every letter carries a life, a regret, a truth.
The first letter was from an old man with lung cancer to his son in the ICU. By the time it was delivered, the son had one hour left.
The second was from a bullied middle schooler to the bully. After it was delivered, the bully dreamed of the dead every night.
The third was from a wrongfully executed prisoner to his lawyer. After it was delivered, the real culprit went to prison.
As I made deliveries, I discovered that my father’s three unanswered calls before his death were connected to a letter withheld by the underworld’s upper ranks. The Judge of the Underworld tried to stop me, the guild put pressure on me, and something called “Shadow” watched me from the darkness.
But I, Lin Du, was the King of Couriers when I was alive. Even in death, I deliver every mission without fail.
[Urban Imagination + No Female Lead + Leveling Up]
[No romance, just letters. Every letter will make you cry and cheer.]
