I deliver food in a bizarre world

"Mingyu, how's that guy?"

Zhou Mingyu shook his head: "They were reporters from the media, asking about the situation. They just asked a few simple questions."

"Offering food at a crossroads? I've heard of that!" Li Haojie said excitedly, chatting with Su Yifan. "The elders back home often say that this method can send away troublesome things."

As he spoke, he began to move around, as if he were about to face a tough battle.

Su Yifan glanced at Li Haojie and said dismissively, "Alright, Haojie, stop messing around. Brother Mo already said your task tonight is to study, you don't need to lift a finger."

Zhou Mingyu pulled a drone from the adjacent supply room. After his modifications, it had excellent night vision and anti-interference capabilities, and it operated with almost no noise, but it still required some simple adjustments each time it was used.

Li Wenjing returned to the first floor to continue handling the initial miscellaneous tasks of the firm, while also preparing for the evening's tasks.

Chen Mo looked at the busy crowd and took a deep breath.

This is the first time the Moxing Agency team has acted as a group!

As night slowly fell, at ten o'clock, an SUV drove away from the apartment building, blending into the night of Jinghai City, and headed towards the western suburbs.

At 10:40 p.m., at the intersection of Qishan Avenue and the Ring Expressway in the western suburbs.

This is Xilin District, which is already in the suburbs and is also one of the old urban areas of Jinghai City.

This area is far from the city center, with sparse streetlights and dim lighting.

The night wind howled through the empty fields and abandoned factories.

The intersection was covered with mottled asphalt, and a few blurry white guide lines were wiped so thin that their outlines were almost invisible. The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Chen Mo's electric scooter was parked quietly in the shade a hundred meters away from the intersection.

He got out of the car and took a prepared backpack from the trunk.

Not far away, a black SUV was also parked off in a more secluded spot on the side of the road.

Inside the car, Zhou Mingyu sat in the driver's seat, and Li Wenjing sat in the passenger seat. In front of them were a control tablet and an additional monitoring screen.

In the back seat, Su Yifan, Lin Xiao, and Li Haojie huddled together, their eyes peering nervously through the tanned car windows toward the intersection.

Zhou Mingyu swiped his finger across the tablet and started the drone.

A black drone rose silently from the roof of the car and quickly disappeared into the night.

It hovered diagonally above the intersection, maintaining a sufficiently high distance, with the camera aimed at the center of the intersection below, capturing Chen Mo entirely within the frame.

Li Haojie peeked out and looked at the monitor in front of him: "The signal is pretty good!"

Lin Xiao said, "That's for sure. This little set alone costs over 100,000 yuan, so the quality is definitely not a problem."

Li Haojie was speechless: "Sigh, they're still too rich..."

Zhou Mingyu was focused on operating the controller, running the drone while keeping his eyes glued to one of the screens.

The screen displayed a real-time aerial view transmitted from a drone, which was connected to Chen Mo's live stream.

Chen Mo didn't look in the direction of the SUV.

The wind was strong at the intersection, making his clothes flutter slightly.

He carried his bag and walked steadily toward the center of the intersection.

[Brother Mo is here! Is this an outdoor live stream?]

[Huh? This angle is weird, why is it so high up?]

[Oh my god, yeah, it's not handheld or first-person; it's like it was filmed from the air!]

This place looks so remote! Is this still in Jinghai? Could we have left the city?

Holy crap! Drone view! Mo is awesome!

Are you offering sacrifices this time? Didn't the Ghost Festival just end?

Viewers in the live stream watched this scene from the perspective of a drone.

They saw Chen Mo walk to the center of the intersection, squat down, take out an ordinary white porcelain bowl from his backpack, and then take out a package of steamed rice wrapped in oil paper.

Although the rice was cooked, it had undergone special treatment, making each grain distinct and clearly undercooked.

"It's been a while since we last broadcast. Today, let's take a look at some traditional folk customs."

Chen Mo's voice was recorded through a miniature microphone clipped to his chest, calmly recounting ordinary folk customs.

"Crossroads are a gateway to all directions, and this kind of terrain is particularly prone to attracting wandering spirits once it has been around for many years."

He was explaining to the viewers in the live stream, and also to his teammates in the car.

"Using half-cooked rice symbolizes cooking raw rice into cooked rice, which is used to appease passersby so that they can leave without causing trouble."

He poured the rice into the bowl, just the right amount, not too much, not too little.

He then took out three ordinary thin incense sticks and lit them with a lighter.

The incense burner lit up with a dark red light, and a wisp of smoke rose up, almost invisible in the night.

"The incense sticks are both a starter and a timekeeping tool."

Chen Mo carefully placed three incense sticks on the road in front of the bowl, forming a simple triangle.

"Before the incense burns out, just keep the offerings as they are. If they are moved, touched, deformed, or cause the incense to go out, it means the guests are not satisfied, or... something else has been attracted, and the next step needs to be taken."

"If it burns out safely, it will get rid of the bad luck that has been clinging to you, and you will have good luck for a period of time to come."

After he finished doing all this, he slowly got up and took a few steps back.

But he didn't stray too far from the center of the intersection; he simply stood there, turned around, his back to the incense and rice, facing the direction he had come from, like a stake.

Oh, I see. I've learned something new.

Wow, this seems so elaborate!

Why is Brother Mo facing away from you? Aren't you afraid something will come out from behind you?

There's a saying that facing those things will cause you to be entangled.

After turning around, he belatedly realized that since he couldn't turn around to look, how could he be sure that the bowl wouldn't be touched?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing the key to this mission.

It seems that the task itself is a dead end.

But it's okay, he still has a backup plan!

"Tianyi, Xiaojing, keep an eye on the back for me. Be careful not to reveal your true forms. There are two people in the car who can see you."

"Okay!"

"Um."

Time ticked by, and Chen Mo stood facing them, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

Li Haojie shifted his body somewhat anxiously, because of his Yin-Yang Eyes, he could sense the aura lingering near the intersection.

Because Su Yifan's Yin-Yang Eyes were at a slightly lower level, he couldn't see clearly, but he still sensed something approaching.

The remaining three couldn't see anything; they just quietly watched Chen Mo at the intersection.

Li Haojie couldn't help but lower his voice: "Is Brother Mo just going to stand there like that? What if... what if something comes up behind him?"

"Just stop jinxing me!" Li Wenjing glanced at him.

"Since he said he can't turn back, it means that turning around or going back could very likely lead to unpredictable consequences."

Li Wenjing added, "The worst thing about this kind of ritual is being restless. Looking back will cause your energy to dissipate, which will attract bad things instead."