Underworld Takeout: the Food I Deliver Is Terrible

My name is Chen Mo, and I am a delivery rider. His credit report is bad, he is in debt, he sleeps during the day and runs orders at night, and he specializes in taking orders that normal people would not dare to take. Until that day, I grabbed a takeaway order with a delivery fee of 88 yuan. Address: No. 444, Huangquan Road. Note: Knock three times, do not ring the doorbell. I thought it was a prank. The moment I opened the door, I realized I was wrong—— This building is the gate to hell, and the locust tree is the path of yin and yang. I am tied to the insulated box in the back seat. It is not a barbecue, but the obsession of the dead soul. A man with a hole in the back of his head told me: You have joined the underworld delivery system. Three rules, if you break them you will die: 1. Don't look at the recipient's face. 2. Do not open the incubator. 3. If someone calls your name, don't look back. I sent my first order of "remains" and unlocked the Yin and Yang Eyes - and then I discovered that living people all over the street had holes in the backs of their heads. I sent my second order of "Wangchuan Soup" to feed a mother's thirty-year obsession - and then I discovered that the system had deceived me. The man who led me into this trap, Zhang Yuan, is not dead at all. He killed 199 riders, dug their "holes" into himself, and tried to crawl back to the earth from the underworld. And I am the 200th.