I deliver food in a bizarre world

[Character: Chen Mo]

[Spiritual Notes: 550]

【Jade Fate: 0】

[Item: Empty]

[Spirituality: Awakening]

[Ability: Spirit Eye (Beginner)]

Upon seeing the words "spirituality" and "ability," he felt extremely heavy-hearted.

He didn't know what spirituality was, but he had experienced spiritual eyes firsthand, which were exactly the same as the yin-yang eyes in his grandfather's and maternal grandfather's stories.

Whether it was an illusion or not, after obtaining the Spirit Eye, he felt that his eyesight had been greatly enhanced. His eyes, which were slightly nearsighted due to playing games frequently, became much brighter.

Exiting the personal information panel, looking at the pile of gray icons and several locked areas, he felt a sense of confusion and unease.

What's hidden behind this thing?

Why me of all people?

Just then, a message popped up at the top of the phone screen.

Mom: [MoMo, are you back yet? Remember to eat the stewed bird's nest in the pot. I'm home, try not to stay up too late.]

Looking at this line of text, so full of life, Chen Mo suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He almost didn't make it back today.

He calmed himself down and typed back: "Mom, I'm back. I'll eat right away. You should go to sleep."

He put down his phone, looked up at the warm light on the ceiling, and felt a jumble of emotions.

Should we tell our family about this?

Grandpa and Grandpa on the other hand are definitely knowledgeable, but... how should he bring it up?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo felt a little guilty.

He said he had a weird app on his phone, almost got kidnapped by a ghost, and then his eyes mutated?

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone, which he used for live streaming, started buzzing.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from the fan group.

Once inside the house, my phone automatically connected to the home Wi-Fi, and messages started popping up like crazy.

After he stopped broadcasting, he disappeared without a trace, and everyone in the group was tagging him and going crazy!

How is Brother Mo? Is there any further news?

[Mo Ge's acting is amazing! That scared little expression he made just now was incredible!]

Honestly, the final scene with the splattering blood and the clay figure was absolutely amazing!

【Aaaaaah! Is this really special effects? How was it done? Brother Mo, please reveal the secret!】

As Chen Mo looked at these chat logs, a sense of disconnect arose within him.

To the audience, it might be a thrilling and exciting performance, but only he himself knows how real the coldness and fear of being on the verge of death truly are.

He tapped his fingers quickly, typing out a few words: "That's all for tonight, everyone should get some rest."

Chen Mo went to the kitchen and scooped out a bowl of bird's nest.

My mom added honey, and the sweet and smooth taste slid down my throat, slightly dispelling the chill in my body.

But when the tip of my tongue touched the food, I felt a burning pain.

He knew in his heart that, just as his grandfather had told him last year, some things, once you get involved, you can't get rid of them...

He took a hot shower.

The warm water washed over his body, cleansing away the gloom, dust, and fatigue, and also brought him some comfort.

But when he closes his eyes, the dark shadow behind the crack in the door, accompanied by mournful cries, resurfaces in his mind.

Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that he wasn't the only one in the room.

Several times he couldn't help but open his eyes and scan the corners of the room with his spiritual eyes, but he found nothing.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he was drifting off to sleep, his phone on the pillow vibrated again without warning.

hum - hum - hum -

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed in the room like a death knell.

Chen Mo jolted awake, instantly becoming fully alert.

His anger level skyrocketed instantly.

Who the hell sent this message in the middle of the night?!

The screen was lit up, still displaying the same black and red app interface.

The new, glaring scarlet handwriting slowly emerged, like a silent death warrant!

He held his breath and looked down.

New orders have been updated.

Please confirm receipt within 24 hours.

The scarlet lettering stood out like blood in the dark room, stinging his eyes.

He continued reading.

Next is a blurred preview of the task, showing only a few keywords:

【Order:???】

[Item: Triggered upon entering the designated building; no additional items are required.]

Location: ...noodle shop...

[Note: None]

[Time Limit: 23:59:39]

【award:???】

[Punishment: Randomly deprive one of your senses (48 hours)]

[Does the player wish to accept the challenge?]

This time, even the location wasn't clearly displayed; only two words were visible!

Chen Mo stared at the blurry mission preview, his fingers hovering above the screen, trembling slightly.

Answer or not answer?

He sat up abruptly in bed, scratched his hair in frustration, and his face showed a mixture of anger and fear.

After a few minutes of silence, as if he had made up his mind, he opened his contacts.

His finger lingered for a long time on a name labeled "Old Stubborn".

That was his grandfather, Chen Jiujin.

The name is rustic, but there's a saying that even the King of Hell won't accept someone with such a rustic name!

Since he could remember, the old man had faced several life-or-death crises, but he always survived them!

The old man gave me this name, and he also said that silence is golden and that trouble comes from the mouth, so that I should always remember to do more and talk less.

It was precisely because of my name that I earned a nickname in high school and college—"Gold"...

Chen Mo's finger hovered over the dial button, unable to press it for a long time.

How should I start the conversation?

"Grandpa, a weird app appeared on my phone, and a little devil almost dragged it away!"

"Grandpa, I think I can see ghosts!"

"Grandpa, I used what you taught me tonight, and I almost didn't make it back!"

"..."

He covered his face.

The happy puppy of the ENFP never prepares a draft before a conversation.

But no matter what kind of opening remarks they use, they all sound like someone having a fit of hysteria...

He could almost picture his grandfather's perpetually stern face on the other end of the phone, his expression saying, "You little rascal, you're asking for trouble again."

He was rarely beaten from childhood to adulthood. Whenever his parents got angry and wanted to beat him, his grandfather would always stop them, saying that children shouldn't be hit, as it would disperse their yang energy.

But if his grandfather really got angry, he definitely wouldn't be able to get out of bed for several days!

On the phone screen, the countdown from the nameless app continued.

23:41:17……

He gritted his teeth and thought, "So be it!"

He pressed down hard with his fingertips.

"Beep...beep..."

The waiting tone coming from the receiver made his heart rate increase with each ring.

After ringing more than a dozen times, just as Chen Mo thought his grandfather was asleep or didn't want to answer the phone and was about to hang up, the call connected.

"Feed?"

A hoarse, weathered voice came through, accompanied by the soft rustling of paper scraping against the background.

Looks like Grandpa's still awake, probably making paper figures again...

The old man's craftsmanship is widely recognized and he is second to none in the local circle, so he never has to worry about orders.

"Grandpa...Grandpa," Chen Mo's throat was a little dry, "It's me, Xiao Mo."

"I knew it was you... Don't you even know what time it is? What's the matter?"

Grandpa's tone was flat, with a heavy Xiangxi accent, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

But that undeniable sense of authority made Chen Mo feel suffocated, even through the telephone line.

"I...I..."

Chen Mo stammered "I" for a long time, but the rest of the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then the sound of paper rubbing stopped.

Grandpa's voice rang out again, tinged with seriousness: "Moya, what's happened? Your hesitant speech isn't like you."