The night I was saddled with a mountain of debt, a delivery app that couldn't be deleted appeared on my phone.
At midnight, the first order popped up: deliver the red rope from a woman who hanged herself to an abandoned old building.
Order accepted: 50,000 yuan. Refuse by force: your life will pay the debt.
The people placing the orders were never alive.
Some used the orders to transport cursed objects and pass their misfortune on to others. Vengeful ghosts hid murderous intent, hoping to seize my body.
Everyone else ran for their lives when they encountered a cursed delivery. I had no choice but to grit my teeth, take the orders, and fight to survive.
But they didn't know that with every delivery, I accumulated hidden virtue. I had long since gained the authority of a netherworld emissary.
When evil spirits set traps, I break them. When wicked people cause trouble, hellfire will find them.
As the orders kept coming, I gradually realized that behind this eerie app lay a vast conspiracy capable of throwing both the living world and the underworld into chaos.
