Midnight Ghost Orders: My Delivery Connects the Living and the Dead

At 1:03 AM, delivery driver Zhang Yifan receives a courier order. Delivery address: Abandoned residential building A, Unit 502, on the outskirts. The note has only eight words: 'Keep away, the living. Consequences be yours.' He wants to refuse, but the old yellow paper in his pocket suddenly burns hot. For the 88 yuan delivery fee, and to uncover the warning left by his master before disappearing three years ago, he rides his bike into the abandoned building. Behind door 502 lives a woman in red; from the well in the old alley comes a knocking sound; hidden under the incense burner is a wooden plaque with his master's name. Every midnight ghost order is like a puzzle piece, pushing Zhang Yifan toward the last order he failed to deliver three years ago. He's just a rent-owing, death-fearing, sharp-tongued delivery driver, forced to use broken talismans, old arts, and a bit of courage to deliver food for the living and collect debts from the dead. After midnight, when his phone rings, both the living and the dead are waiting for him to take the order.