I Don't Pick Up Passengers Late at Night, Just Female Ghosts and Models

On his third day unemployed, Gu Chuan spends 9,000 yuan on an accident-scene designated driver’s car.

His childhood friend, who sold it to him, leaves him with one warning:

“After midnight, don’t take money from anyone who appears in the rearview mirror.”

Gu Chuan doesn’t take it seriously.

That night, a stunning woman in a red trench coat gets into the back seat and asks him to drive her to a theater that has been closed for ten years.

As she gets out, she leans close to his ear and whispers:

“Do you really not remember me?”

The next day, Gu Chuan sees in an old newspaper that the woman died in a fire at the theater seven years ago.

Even stranger, ever since he drove her, Gu Chuan can see the “life-flame” on living people, and he has acquired the Night Ledger, a book that rewrites itself.

Help wronged souls fulfill their regrets, and he can earn talisman arts, medical skills, and good fortune. But if he helps evil spirits fulfill their obsessions, they take years off his life.

A cold and beautiful paper bride, a sharp-tongued policewoman, a dangerous landlady, a gentle married tour guide, a clear-eyed streamer, a Daoist prodigy... One after another, they enter his night shift.

Gu Chuan thought he was just making money.

Until one day, every woman receives the same text message:

[Don’t trust Gu Chuan.]

[He is the only person who should not have survived the fire seven years ago.]