Zhou Yang, 26, used to work in operations at a major internet company. After being laid off, he became a food deliveryman.
One delivery sent him straight to the underworld. Good reviews keep him alive; bad reviews kill him. That's not a figure of speech. They literally kill him.
Other deliverymen worry about running late. He worries about getting eaten. His customers are ghosts, demons, and underworld judges, and his vehicle is a handcart pulled by a black ox, more than three times slower than an electric scooter. Wontons need wild scallions, joss paper has to be folded three times, love letters must be written for the customer, and stories have to be made up on the spot. Anything can be delivered, and everything must be delivered.
