I deliver food in a bizarre world

That "Mo Ya Zi" with its local accent seemed to pierce through Chen Mo's facade of composure.

His nose tingled, and he almost burst into tears.

The fear and lingering dread that had been suppressed suddenly surged up again.

His voice trembled slightly, and his speech quickened involuntarily: "I...I think I've encountered a ghost!"

He then recounted what had happened to the old man, omitting the mention of the app.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Although his name is Chen Mo, he doesn't like silence.

Especially at times like this, the silence made him extremely anxious.

A full half minute passed before Grandpa's voice came again.

The voice carried a chilling aura that Chen Mo had never heard before!

"Textile factory...the night-crying son..." Grandpa seemed to be chewing on these two words.

"Did you touch something, or went somewhere you shouldn't have? I told your dad a long time ago not to let you run around like that, to stay put... Next time I see him, I'm going to beat him to death!"

"I didn't!" Chen Mo hurriedly denied, "I just... I just did a delivery run at night, I picked up an order, the address is there..."

"Taking orders?" Grandpa shrewdly grasped the meaning of that phrase. "Who gave you the orders?"

"It's just...just a weird app on my phone..."

Chen Mo's voice grew softer and softer, but he couldn't hide it any longer...

"What fart?" Grandpa's voice was full of doubt, clearly unfamiliar with this modern term.

"What is that?"

"It's...it's just a program, a piece of software," Chen Mo explained, trying to use simple language.

"It somehow ended up on my phone, and I can't delete it. It sends me orders, and there are terrible punishments for that..."

This time, Grandpa's silence was even longer.

Chen Mo could picture him frowning, puffing on his pipe.

Grandpa quit smoking after Grandma passed away, but he still unconsciously makes this gesture.

"Tell me that... what the hell," Grandpa seemed uncomfortable with the term, "what kind of thing is it? Tell me clearly and in detail, don't miss a single word!"

Chen Mo dared not hide anything and described the software, as well as the task requirements and punishments, in detail.

Upon hearing that the punishment was the deprivation of the senses, there was only deathly silence on the other end of the phone; not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Actually, the old man fell silent immediately after he finished explaining the icons.

Chen Mo's heart sank lower and lower; the old man's reaction was very strange!

If he had realized he was lying, he would have started cursing him out long ago.

This situation now seems more like his reaction to encountering a tricky situation.

"Grandpa...Grandpa? Are you still listening?" Chen Mo couldn't help but call out twice.

"……exist."

The old man's voice finally rang out again, but it carried an undeniable weariness and age.

"Moya, listen to me. From now on, there are two things."

"First, don't mention that thing on your phone to anyone again, not even your parents, remember that!! As for your maternal grandfather... don't mention it yet either!"

"Why?" Chen Mo blurted out.

"Don't ask! Just do as I say!" The old man's tone was firm and brooked no argument. "I'll talk to him if necessary!"

Chen Mo responded.

"Secondly, you just said you used blood and sculpted clay figures?"

"Yes...yes, I just did it haphazardly, I didn't have any other choice at the time..."

Chen Mo panicked a little. Had he made a mistake somewhere?

"Just messing around?" The old man snorted, his attitude unreadable.

"Blood is the lamp of the heart, mud is the root of the earth... You've got some incredible luck, kid..."

Hearing this, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you bring that clay figure back?"

"No! I just left it there and ran away!" Chen Mo quickly said.

"It's good that it's been thrown away, it's good that it's been thrown away..." the old man murmured, letting out a sigh of relief before becoming stern again.

"Never use blood lightly in the future, especially blood from the tip of the tongue! It's a life-saving substance; using it too much will render it ineffective and even shorten your lifespan!"

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine and could only repeatedly agree.

"Your eyes..." Grandpa paused, then asked, "Can you see anything now?"

He swallowed hard and honestly admitted, "Well... things do look a little different now. I can see some... dark energy."

"..."

Grandpa remained silent for another ten seconds or so before letting out a long sigh: "Alas, what a tragedy..."

"When we named you, it was because black dogs are believed to ward off evil spirits... that's why we gave you this name..."

"Your grandfather and I were so happy to see that you didn't open your eyes until you were over ten years old. We thought that with your generation, we could finally get rid of this problem..."

Chen Mo frowned. What do you mean by "my generation"?

Could it be that Dad also...?

"So you actually opened your eyes in your twenties... Just as I thought... what's meant to be will be! Your brother Chen Xing... can he see this kind of thing?"

Chen Mo thought about it carefully, and when he remembered that his younger brother had also been acting strangely for a while a long time ago, his heart skipped a beat.

"He...didn't tell me that..."

"He's closest to you, and there are some things he might not tell your parents... If you ask him, he probably won't lie to you... Go see him when you have time..."

"Hmm... okay... what should I do now?"

Grandpa snorted, "What's the panic! Life goes on even if the sky falls! We'll talk about it when it's light. You should get some sleep now!"

"But sir..."

"Even if you can't sleep, you have to lie down! You need to recharge so you'll have the energy to handle what comes next! I'll talk to you again tomorrow!"

Grandpa interrupted him: "Remember my words, don't tell anyone about that thing, or the consequences will be severe! Go to sleep!"

After saying that, without giving Chen Mo a chance to speak again, the phone went dead.

Chen Mo stood there, holding his phone, stunned.

Grandpa's words were so informative that they made his mind even more confused.

All the viewers in my live stream saw this app...

Although they didn't see the icon, they recognized the words written in blood...

Chen Mo looked constipated and sighed deeply.

This is terrible!

Judging from his reaction, Grandpa seemed to know the origin of this anonymous app, or at least that its dangers far exceeded his imagination...

And his attitude towards Ling Tong and clay figurines...

He looked down at his phone; the app's countdown was still ticking: 23:38:02.

Grandpa told him to go to sleep, but with so many things happening, how could he possibly fall asleep?

He irritably threw his phone on the bedside table, slumped into the mattress, and pulled the covers over his head.

In the darkness, his grandfather's words and the blood-red countdown flashed alternately in his mind; this night was destined to be sleepless.

In my hometown in western Hunan, the old house was piled with all kinds of paper, bamboo strips, and semi-finished paper offerings.

Chen Jiujin put down the old-fashioned keypad phone and walked to the window.

Looking at the deep night outside, his calloused hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

In his cloudy old eyes, the usual affection or strictness he showed his grandson was gone, replaced by deep worry.

"This damn thing... it was bound to happen... it finally did..."

He gazed at the dark night sky and murmured in a voice only he could hear, "I just never imagined it would happen to my grandson..."

After gazing at the night sky for a long time, he sighed and took out another black phone...