Lu Chuan was so poor that he worked the night shift at a funeral home for a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan.
Burn incense, keep vigil, and don't open the door to the employee entrance. It's clearly written in the contract. He originally just wanted to make a living, until an APP he had never downloaded appeared on his phone——
"Underworld Purchasing Agency, your exclusive cross-server shopping platform has been launched. Today's hot item: Freezer No. 3 User order - 1994 Feitian brand Moutai, two bottles."
He burned the paper-wrapped Maotai to the old smoker at the No. 3 Freezer, and there was an extra three thousand yuan in his bank card. He thought it was a lucrative job until he received an order for "something no living man could buy."
An unsent text message. A girl in red. An old elm tree in the south of the city.
Everyone told him: His life was buried under that tree.
"You are already the sixteenth generation."
"None of the first fifteen survived more than three years."
"They all find you in the same place."
Lu Chuan looked down at his red-hot palms.
He has never been a hero in his life.
But someone told him that he died when he was six years old.
He died under the old elm tree in the south of the city.
"I picked up my life. It's not a loss if I pick up something."
From the night watchman in the morgue to the largest paper merchant in the mezzanine world.
From being weak in the legs after seeing ghosts, to burning through a door in the underworld.
Purchasing agents, paper magic, ghost markets, defected judges, the collapse of the underworld order...
A man who fished for his life between life and death eventually overturned the entire underworld.
