"Your order has arrived. I hope you enjoy your meal. If there's any problem, give me a call."

He mounted his little electric scooter and departed at a normal speed—after a while, he had grown accustomed to it.

He didn't care whom he delivered to. Last time, it seemed like he saw an owl, and then a child dressed in ancient attire, with pale, bluish skin. He could act as if he hadn't seen anything.

As long as the money was real, he would see nothing, hear nothing, and say nothing, strictly adhering to his professional ethics.

The day before yesterday, he delivered to a customer who was scantily clad, with seductive eyes, clearly trying to tempt him. He recited the professional code in his mind, turned around, and walked away, never involving himself with such trouble.

He left the villa area and checked the money; even the serial numbers were consecutive with the last delivery. So, there was definitely no problem.

A single order like this was worth ten or so normal ones. What more could he ask for?

He arrived at the charging station, changed the battery, and just as he picked up his phone, a new order popped up—a large one worth over a hundred.

Quick to act, he immediately snatched up the order, but upon a closer look, the customer was twenty kilometers away.

He looked at the displayed delivery fee, which was also over fifty. The note insisted it be delivered with utensils included. It also promised an extra fifty as a tip if successful, but threatened a complaint if not.

He hesitated for a moment, then set his phone down without rejecting the order. If he completed this delivery, he could rest early today.

Previously, as long as the payment was sufficient and the customer's demands weren't excessive, he would accept them.

A delivery that just requires being delivered? What kind of demand is that?

He picked up the order from the store and checked the electric scooter's charge. Running forty kilometers shouldn't be a big issue.

He headed north and left the city area. The further he went, the more remote the road became, and it also grew narrower. Eventually, there were no streetlights around.

He turned on the scooter's headlight and followed the narrow path.

Before long, a wide avenue appeared ahead, seemingly crowded with people.

Only when he drew closer did he clearly see them, and his hand instinctively squeezed the brakes.

He looked pale, his body rigid, as he watched the "people" on the avenue. They had blank expressions and varied appearances, mindlessly moving forward down the road.

Some had their heads at odd angles, their necks gashed open. Some were missing half their skulls. Others had their guts spilling out, cradling their own intestines...

No matter how he looked at them, they didn't seem alive.

The delivery guy stood frozen, his eyes fixated on the phone mounted on the scooter's handlebar. The navigation route took him right onto that avenue, in the same direction as these people.

As he stood unsure of what to do, a message notification came through. Upon checking it, he saw a message from the customer, asking when he would arrive and reminding him about the utensils.

Then, a notification followed that someone had given him a fifty yuan tip.

Beneath was a warning in red text: Please make sure to deliver the order since you have accepted it!

The delivery guy remained frozen. He watched the "people" on the avenue, who completely ignored him as they all moved forward. He sensed that backing out now wouldn't lead to anything good.

Once again, he silently recited the employee manual. He was determined to maintain his professional integrity and his 100% positive rating—it couldn't be ruined now. He had never lost money due to a bad review, and he couldn't afford to this time either.

After psyching himself up with his eyes closed, he mounted his electric scooter and set off down the avenue.

The chilly atmosphere around him made him feel cold all over, but he clenched his teeth and pushed on, riding and following the navigation.

He didn't know how long it had been before the navigation alerted him that he was near the customer's location.

Looking ahead, he saw a handsome man in ancient attire sitting on the ground only about a meter off the side of the road, holding a phone. Above his head fluttered a paper crane, circling in flight.

The delivery guy didn't even dare to dismount. Checking his phone confirmed he was at the right spot.

One hand on the throttle and one holding the food, he handed it over.

"Is this the meal you ordered?"

...

Shen Zijun knew he had underestimated the risks of the Nether Path and overestimated his capabilities.

Using his own abilities, he had captured a stream of Qi to create a guide, the leading paper crane, but he didn't expect that this guide would only provide a one-way trip and wouldn't be of use on the return journey.

When he realized this, he dared not step onto Netherworld Avenue, but he also couldn't turn back.

On such a path, you're not supposed to retrace your steps.

He didn't turn back. He just looked back once before stepping onto the avenue. In that instant, everything around him vanished, transforming into an endless wilderness. He stood in the middle of this desolate expanse, unable to perceive anything around him.

However, his phone still worked, just with no signal. After trying for who knows how long, he inexplicably found that he could still place an order for delivery, and decisively did so. Then, a Horseman actually accepted the order.

But, the wait was far too long, so long that he couldn't help but tip to urge him forward.

He had yet to receive his meal when his rationality and consciousness began to disintegrate in this place.

In the end, he could only sit and wait for death as his consciousness started to scatter...

Suddenly, the avenue appeared, and there was a Horseman, clearly terrified, yet still extending the meal before him.

"Is this the meal you ordered?"

Shen Zijun stared blankly at the meal before him. It was the roast goose he liked.

He opened the meal and looked inside.

"Didn't you bring utensils?"

"They're inside. I made sure to grab an extra set."

"Without utensils, how can I eat? Am I supposed to use chopsticks?"

The delivery guy's sweat started to break out. Damn it, how was I supposed to know you guys don't use chopsticks for eating?!

As the tension thickened, Shen Zijun's gaze became more vacant, but hostility began to surface on his face. The delivery guy was nearly overcome with the urge to flee.

He fumbled in his pocket and suddenly found a lighter, sparking an idea. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

He lit three cigarettes and placed them upright in the meal.

He remembered something. Isn't this how food for Ghosts is prepared? He recalled seeing it once when delivering to the villa area. Outside one house, there was a plate of white-cut chicken with an incense stick placed in it.

"Is... is this how it's done? This is how we offer incense where I'm from. Yes, just like this."

Shen Zijun's expression was blank, his eyes vacant, as he stared at the three cigarettes on the roast goose, completely befuddled.

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