"Respected Rider, you received a negative review for your order on the first of the month due to a complaint that the meal was spilled."

"You received a negative review for the order on the seventh of this month due to a complaint that the knocking on the door woke the baby up."

...

"And, you received a negative review for today's order because you were reported to have kicked a pet dog and refused to apologise."

"Also today, you received a negative review for your order for asking for a tip."

The biting cold of early winter was on.

Wang Yang swiped his fingers on the phone screen next to his motorcycle, almost bursting with frustration!

On the "Beautiful Yes?" rider's back office, he had accumulated a whole ten negative reviews this month!!!

As Wang Yang scrolled through them one by one, he was filled with regret and indignation.

"The meal was spilled? It's not my damn business. It was him who squeezed the takeaway while closing the door!"

"Damn! His son is at least thirty and he still calls him a baby? There's no ring on the door, giant baby!"

"The damn Teddy rushed at my heel, I pushed it off with a foot and then you demand I kneel and apologize? You're really spoiled!"

"Like ordering a dog to take out the trash, I said I wouldn't do it for less than a hundred, is that considered asking for a tip?"

What kind of people are these?

Bloody hell!

Wang Yang grew increasingly frustrated.

His appeal remained in review, and no orders had been assigned to him all afternoon.

"Thank God for the law, or I would have taken you all down!"

In a fit of rage, Wang Yang kicked over a motorcycle.

Several months ago, he had inexplicably fallen into a three-day coma, perfectly missing the college entrance exam as a result.

His girlfriend of two years had been admitted to Zhonghai University. Unable to cope with a long-distance relationship, Wang Yang moved to Zhonghai City. Working as a delivery guy was low-key and flexible as long as he wasn't lazy, he could support her.

"We'll get married once you graduate."

Her passionate vow gave Wang Yang the drive to tackle each day, taking care of her clothing, cosmetics, and living expenses.

He had excellent ratings for the past couple of months!

But somehow, this month had taken a nasty turn with an influx of peculiar customers.

Collecting his thoughts, Wang Yang fell into deep contemplation.

Was all this bad luck somehow connected to that first delivery order to the funeral home at the beginning of the month?

As an atheist, this idea passed his mind fleetingly.

"Ding!"

The familiar prompt tone rings out.

"A delivery order?" Wang Yang wonders, checking to see it's indeed true.

It's a courier purchase service order.

A serving of pickled vegetable fish, a box of rice mixed with seaweed flakes, no designated store, a cigarette with a lighter.

Wang Yang mounts his scooter and sets off.

Regardless of his feelings, stepping into society means you can't just always act on impulse. For a better future, he's swallowing his pride!

Fifteen minutes later.

After purchasing the items, Wang Yang snaps pictures of them along with the receipt and uploads them.

Preparing for delivery, he finally notices that the note and courier fee are a bit peculiar.

"Address: Building 6, Unit 1, Xin An Garden. Note: After getting into the elevator, you must press 4 four times in a row!"

"Commission: ***"

"……"

Wang Yang's eye twitches.

He's taken plenty of delivery orders, but never has he seen a commission listed as asterisks!

Could it be some sensitive number has been harmonized by the system?

"Well, what's the difference between pressing four times and pressing once!?" exclaimed our protagonist.

An intuition told Wang Yang that this order was about to go awry.

He regretted not carefully reviewing it due to his quick temper.

The goods have been bought, it would be a loss if he didn't deliver. Not to mention the poor review and potential penalties!

On reaching his destination, Wang Yang, one hand holding a Suan Cai Yu

pickled cabbage fish

, and in his other, a cigarette, arrived at the number 1 unit of Building 6.

He entered the lift.

Wang Yang pressed '4' on the control panel and lowered his hand. Yet, he couldn't shake the worry that the eccentric customer would leave a bad review if he didn't follow the given instructions. A loss, wasn't it?

He wouldn't let someone take advantage of him!

With a swift movement of his finger, Wang Yang pressed the '4' button three more times.

Suddenly, the screen's numbers turned to gibberish!

The smoothly climbing elevator suddenly plummeted!

After enduring the sharp sensation of weightlessness, with a thud, the descent halted.

Wang Yang's legs went weak, he was convinced that the twisted customer knew about the lift's malfunction and deliberately instructed him so.

There was an emergency helpline number on the elevator's wall.

But, there was no cell phone signal.

Wang Yang felt a chill in his heart.

Suddenly, the elevator doors pulled open to both sides.

In his line of sight was still that apartment door.

“Thank goodness, even though there was a malfunction, the door opened again. We're still on the ground floor," Wang Yang sighed relief, anger driving him to leave the elevator, prepared to start a dispute.

The hallway was utterly devoid of people!

The address in the order did not specify an exact unit number!

"Maybe I should call the number and ask," Wang Yang looked at his phone again, still no signal!

He assumed the signal was weak in the hallway.

When he stepped out of the apartment door, he was dumbstruck!

The scenery outside had completely changed!

It wasn't the Xin'an Garden he entered from. Instead, he was greeted by an endless cluster of buildings and streets.

There were courtyards with classical Chinese architecture, modern skyscrapers, and dilapidated thatched huts.

The whole world seemed to be under a gloomy, overcast sky.

Horse carriages, rickshaws, and cars.

Passers-by of all kinds, dressed in a variety of clothing styles were milling about.

Chinese traditional clothing, Cheongsam, Zhongshan suit.

JK school uniforms, deep V-necks, Lolita…

All of those people unanimously cast their gazes towards Wang Yang.

White as ghost faces!!!

“This…”

Wang Yang felt goosebumps all over his body, adrenaline pumping at max!

Hallucinations!

Yes!

It must be hallucinations!

“When my mother named me with a fortune teller, he said ‘wang’ is to be respected by people, ‘yang’ can break the yin!” As Wang Yang comforted himself, he turned to run back down the hallway.

At this moment!

A cold hand rested on Wang Yang’s shoulder from behind, “I ordered it, bring it here.”

His heart was going to jump out of his throat!

Having difficulty moving his neck, Wang Yang followed the hand upward to see a man in his forties. His hairstyle and clothing were modern, but his face was unnaturally pale.

“Ah!!!”

He slumped to the ground, shivering violently.

"Stop yelling, we're already here," the middle-aged man said, tearing open the packaging. He picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, chewed it a bit, then spit it out. He took a sip of the soup and then also spat it out.

"So refreshing!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of nostalgia, very much enjoying the moment.

"Big bro!"

Wang Yang nearly wet himself, pleadingly said, "I don't need the delivery fee, consider the stuff as gifts, just let me go, please!"

"Little bro, that won’t do. Freeloading is cool, but it would incur karma, harm your virtue, and delay reincarnation!" The middle-aged man pulled Wang Yang to sit down, lit a cigarette, and passed another with a lighter, "Take a puff to calm your nerves."

Wang Yang, with a smile worse than crying, asked, “Where are we?”

"The Underworld."

The middle-aged man took out the latest iPhone 13, sighing, "Things in the Underworld lack the feel of the Living World. I craved for a smoke and food, even if I couldn’t swallow, it’s enough to have a taste in my mouth. Using the cellphone that my lover burned for me, I successfully lit up after dozens of tries. It's not in vain that I treated her well. She burned a real phone, not like others, which are either paper or plastic."

The... Underworld?

Wang Yang was deeply terrified!

Those extravagantly dressed passersby were all ghosts!

It's over! He was so screwed!

"I've really delivered myself into the underworld by being a courier!"

"Can I... go back?" He asked shakily.

"You can return as long as you stay for no more than an hour. Your yang-energy is really vibrant; no one dares touch you." The middle-aged man said: "Long story short, my name is Su Tuqiang. I've lived half of my life without much regret. The only thing I feel guilty about is her and her daughter..."

Wang Yang listened nervously.

This Su Tuqiang is a scumbag. He ran off after racking up gambling debts, changed his name and identity for ten years, and became the owner of a large restaurant but never went back. What's worse, he even had a new flame, and then he died in a car accident.

"Let's talk about the courier fee."

Su Tuqiang sighed, "I've heard that they've been threatened to repay the debt all these years and have had a hard time. So, I secretly saved a million without my lover knowing. I didn't have time to give it to them before I died. Show me your payment code."

With that, he started tapping on his iPhone 13 in his hands.

Wang Yang took out his payment code, half believing and half doubting.

"Done, I transferred a million." After scanning the code, Su Tuqiang spoke in a solemn tone, "Give 900,000 of it to my daughter. The remaining 100,000 is your courier fee. If you feel it's not enough, we can negotiate further. I'm ready even if you ask for a hefty amount, because you're the only one who can help me."

One...one hundred thousand?!

They could negotiate for a higher amount?

"It’s...it’s enough."

Surprised, Wang Yang took a big puff of his cigarette, but how dare he bargain with ghosts!

Unfortunately, the phone had no signal, so he couldn’t determine whether the transfer was real or fake. For now, he could only believe in this ghost story.

"Cough, aren't you afraid I'll embezzle it?" Wang Yang asked.

"Do you want to accompany me here in the afterlife?" Su Tuqiang laughed, "Liars have no consequences, but if you deceive a ghost, you'll get riches you won't live to spend."

"I promise not to take a penny more!"

Driven by the will to survive, Wang Yang raised his hand and swore. Then he asked: "How do I find your daughter?"

"Her name is Su Yinan, she's twenty years old, and she studies in the Medical Department of Zhonghai University, third year." Su Tuqiang's voice was full of regret.

Wang Yang nodded and memorized it, then asked worriedly: "What if she thinks I'm a scheming impostor? I won't be able to explain..."

"Simple."

Su Tuqiang remembered: "Yinan has a small red birthmark on her left breast side, and a half-finger-sized curved scar on her buttocks. She got that when playing hide-and-seek with me as a kid, and she was burned by a stove. Even if others know about this privacy, they would not know its origin."

"Butt? How big...No, I mean is it on the left or right side?"

"Right."

"Okay, I'll leave first. See you...uh, never!"

Wang Yang didn’t dare to look back.

He dashed into the staircase and darted into the open elevator!

The door closed.

The feeling of ascension accelerated his heartbeat.

At the same moment, the phone signal was restored. With the continuous vibration, a series of delightful effects of gold coins clattering filled his ear!

Wang Yang’s breath grew heavier, and he trembled as he opened the page...

"Su Tuqiang

stranger

has transferred 1,000,000 yuan to you!!!"