[Urban] [Supernatural] [Mystery] [Rules Horror] [Lamplighter] Lin Ye's first food delivery had his own name written in the recipient field.
The navigation app showed nothing but ruins, yet when he arrived, the place was brightly lit.
Building 4, Room 404, Happy Community. Tomato-and-egg noodles, extra sausage and egg.
The residents had no shadows, and people stood outside every building.
He smashed through a window and jumped, spraining his ankle until it swelled like a steamed bun, but still turned around and charged back inside.
He never finished that delivery, but he made it out alive
with a lamp burning in his chest.
[Lamplighter]
Soulfire for a wick, obsession for oil: they illuminate the rules of haunted domains and eradicate evil spirits and supernatural creatures.
It is the world's oldest profession, and its most dangerous.
Because the wick burns through your life.
The Night Watch Division says Lamplighters vanished thirty years ago.
Lin Ye says: Whether they're extinct or not doesn't matter. Who's paying the late fee for that delivery?
Only later did he learn that the delivery slip bearing his name had been posted there thirty years ago. It was seven years older than he was.
From then on, a wandering white light appeared in Nancheng late at night.
It doesn't shine on people. It shines on ghosts.
When night swallows the entire city,
someone must become its only light.
Even if that light is fueled by a life.
Where are the readers?