Sanjie Logistics Company

Before grandpa left, he only left a courier station and one sentence for Jiang You: "It's open until twelve o'clock every day. Someone comes to mail something in the middle of the night. There is a red string on the package. Don't ask any questions, just accept it. Ride the tricycle at the end of the warehouse, and the tricycle will tell you where to go." Jiang You thought the old man was joking. Until he received his first red rope delivery. No receipt, no sender, no address. The tricycle moved on its own. That night, he sent a box of black gas to the Chenghuang Temple. The next day, Mr. Mu, who had been running rampant in the south of the city for many years, died. After that, the white hat guest came to send the bell, the old dragon came to send the wooden box, and Hua Tuo came to return the old needle. Only then did Jiang You finally realize that what he was delivering was not an ordinary express delivery. It is the cause and effect that gods and ghosts cannot personally send out. It is the old account that leaked to the human world after the turmoil in the three realms. During the day, he looked after the store as usual. At twelve o'clock in the evening, he delivered the parcel for the gods and ghosts. The city god gives incense, the fox demon gives money, and the dragon king gives scales. The recipients include ghosts, demons, earthly immortals, and old gods. Jiang You is not a monk or a shady agent. He is just the last living person on this postal route. In the broken account book left by grandpa, I don't know when there was an extra line: "The post roads in the Three Realms will be cut off, and the living postman must not stop working." Only then did he realize that grandpa was not traveling. I went to stop him from a catastrophe that would come sooner or later. ---