Driver: How Did I Imprint the Magic Power of Hundreds of Ghosts?

At 2:17 in the morning, the driving app sent an order to Lin Ye. The end point is No. 17, Zhenlingmiao Back Street—that address was demolished three years ago. He glanced furtively in the rearview mirror—the back seat was empty. There was only an ancient bronze mirror left on the seat, and the lines lit up on his fingertips. From that day on, he was bound to the Lingxu rubbing system. Others' systems rely on lottery, while his system relies on "understanding psychic patterns and then rewriting them." Every time you go to a mysterious place to make rubbings, you will get a kind of spiritual ruins relic. Other people's chauffeurs picked up drunks, his chauffeurs picked up... All kinds of weird stuff. The platform's AI customer service also deducted points from him every day, saying that he deviated from the navigation and judged him as "suspected of order fraud." While looking for his grandfather who has been missing for three years, he solves psychic anomalies in the dark side of the city. The old driver said, "I won't pick up the driver for seven days," but he accepted all of them.