Chapter 19 Deliveryman (19)
When Bai Ye arrived at Yongquan Community, it was already 1 p.m.
He wandered around the neighborhood and finally found Unit 1, but was stopped at the entrance.
"There is a funeral here, so you cannot go in or out."
The person who stopped Bai Ye was a young man, whose attire was truly stunning.
He wore a long robe made of pure white linen, with wide sleeves, layered tightly, and a moon-colored belt around his waist. The belt had beautiful patterns, some of which looked like runes, but upon closer inspection, they resembled tadpole script.
The strangest thing was the hat the other person was wearing; it was definitely not the kind that ordinary family members wear at funerals.
It was a crown, about three feet tall, standing upright on the head, with a pointed top and a row of skulls embroidered under the brim. Upon closer inspection, the skulls seemed to be twisting.
Bai Ye was engrossed in watching when the young man in front of him raised his hand and waved it, and the surrounding air suddenly became crisp and clear.
"What are you doing? Don't wander around here if you have nothing to do."
Bai Ye then came to his senses, picked up the bag in his hand and said, "I'm a food deliveryman. Mr. Fan from Unit 1, 101 ordered a roast chicken."
As he spoke, he stretched out the order on the bag, revealing the customer information on it.
After reading it, the young man took two steps back and pointed in a direction, "Go in this way, leave the takeout at the door, and someone will pick it up."
Bai Ye nodded and walked along a narrow alley lined with wreaths. The alley grew narrower and narrower until it eventually disappeared completely.
Just as I was wondering, a crack suddenly appeared in the wall on my right. The crack grew larger and larger until it finally became an archway.
Inside the archway, the small iron gate of Unit 1, Room 101 is clearly visible.
This is where the client is staying.
Without a second thought, Bai Ye stepped through the archway, walked to the entrance of 101, and put the bag down.
He turned and took two steps away, but then felt something was wrong. "That man said what he said. If I want to get the money, I have to hand it over to the customer in person."
I'm also asking for a five-star review.
Bai Ye dared not gamble; what if someone took the takeout he left at the door?
If a customer leaves a bad review, he'll have nowhere to complain.
So he picked up the bag again, leaned against the door, and knocked on the door with his knuckles.
"Is anyone home? Mr. Fan, your takeout has arrived."
After a brief pause, Bai Ye called out again, "Mr. Fan, your takeout has arrived. Is anyone home?"
"Tap tap tap—"
Footsteps approached from afar, and after a while, the sound suddenly became very close to my ears.
The next second, the closed bedroom door opened.
A sleepy-eyed middle-aged man walked out, rubbing his eyes and looking bewildered. "What takeout? Where did this takeout come from?"
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fan?" Bai Ye asked.
Seeing the other party nod, his smile became even brighter. "Hello Mr. Fan, this is your takeout order, a spiced roasted chicken. Please take it."
After saying that, he carried the bags in both hands and presented them to the customer.
The middle-aged man stood in the living room, completely bewildered.
"Takeout? I didn't order takeout, you've got the wrong idea."
"Is this the right place, Unit 1, Room 101, Yongquan Residential Area?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
Bai Ye: "Then that's correct."
The middle-aged man refused to accept it. In broad daylight, what kind of bastard would do such a thing? There's a funeral going on at home, and he's filling out an address randomly to pick up takeout!
"If he/she dares to fill it out, I'll accept it. I want to see if he/she has the ability to take it away later."
The middle-aged man walked towards Bai Ye, snatched the bag, and stormed out.
Bai Ye sensed something was wrong and quickly followed, "Mr. Fan, what's going on?"
"You bastard filled in the wrong address, I'll wait for you right here."
The middle-aged man strode to the outside of the building, turned left and right, and ended up in a tarpaulin-covered area.
Then, the bag was opened, and the spiced roasted chicken inside was taken out.
Just put it directly on the Eight Immortals table!
"Dad, this is a gift from that brat, you can just eat it." The middle-aged man finished speaking and turned to leave.
Bai Ye stood there, dumbfounded.
The customer filled in the wrong address; this delivery order is not for Mr. Fan from 101.
So if the customer doesn't receive their food, the customer will be complained about and given a bad review...
Bai Ye stood beside the octagonal table, looking at the spiced roasted chicken placed in the center, feeling extremely conflicted.
Take it or not?
"Sigh, there's no use bringing them back. These chickens have been used to kill people, so what customer would want to eat them?"
Bai Ye inwardly cursed the customer who filled in the wrong address, but in order to salvage the deal, he decided to buy it again in his own name.
Let the other delivery guys make the trip.
However, as soon as the phone was turned on, before any operation could be performed, two notification sounds rang out.
"DeadMe Delivery warmly reminds you that the previous order has been settled. Please check your account."
"DeadMe Delivery warmly reminds you that this order has been delivered on time. The customer has not yet left a review and will process the payment later."
The previous order, which was Ms. Tao Zhizhi's milk tea in Fenyang Community, has been settled, which is normal.
But what about this takeout order?
Bai Ye stared at the spiced roasted chicken on the table. How did the order get completed?
It's done, it's done, it's done...!
Bai Ye suddenly looked up at the black and white photograph on the octagonal table.
He was an old man with a face full of wrinkles, kind eyes, and eyes full of benevolence.
Just by simply gazing at him, through this thin photograph, one can feel the old man's kindness.
"Mr. Fan?"
Bai Ye, bewitched, took a step forward, bowed towards the photo, and asked, "The takeout you ordered?"
The old man in the photo has a more amiable smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he has tacitly agreed to the matter.
Bai Ye was resolute, yet a storm raged within him.
Before this, strange things would appear in the dungeon, day or night. But those strange things always appeared in the form of "humans" and lived in this world in a "human" way.
Never!
I have never taken any ghost orders.
Bai Ye stood by the table, momentarily at a loss. This client was too special. Where was this elderly person now?
Can I still give myself a five-star review?
Bah! Bai Ye, what time is it, and you're still thinking about your five-star review?
Bai Ye inwardly despised himself, then bowed to the photo again, finally remembering something else, "Mr. Fan, that errand service, you called that too?"
The elderly man in the photo had a slightly frozen expression, a hint of dazedness in his eyes. But this dazed look quickly disappeared, and he resumed his kind smile.
He pursed his lips, but his eyes remained resolute.
Bai Ye confirmed without a doubt that both orders belonged to the "Mr. Fan" in front of him.
No wonder Mr. Fan didn't know anything when asked.
Emotion is Mr. Lao Fan's masterpiece.
Bai Ye takes on a job, and no matter if the client is human or ghost, the work still has to be done.
He looked around in the crowd, intending to join the mourning procession, stand there, and wail along with everyone else.
After searching for a long time, I found no such group.
In this makeshift mourning hall, apart from the piles of wreaths, the group of indifferent performers playing music, and the chefs busy preparing the banquet, there was no trace of emotion befitting a funeral.
There were no relatives, no mourning clothes, and not even anyone.
Where is that person from just now?
Bai Ye remembered the young man who had stopped him at the beginning; it seemed that the young man was dressed all in white.
But now, looking again, well, even this only filial son and grandson has vanished without a trace.
Bai Ye was furious: No wonder the old man had to call for mourners himself. These unfilial sons are truly inhuman.
But is it just one person mourning?
Even the most outgoing person, Bai Ye, suddenly became socially awkward.
How embarrassing! A complete stranger is "sadly" crying under this tarpaulin. How ridiculous!
"Mr. Fan? Which one of you is Mr. Fan? I'm the errand boy, and I've taken a job as a funeral attendant."
A voice descended from the sky.
That sound!
Bai Ye was overjoyed and turned to look at him, "Is surviving the best?"
"Day and night?"
A blurry face walked towards them, and after confirming each other's voices, the two embraced joyfully.
"You came at just the right time. I thought I was going to cry by myself, which would be so embarrassing."
"I never expected that we would both be assigned to the same instance, and even the same space. What a coincidence!"
"Are you sure it's the same space? It won't be like last time?"
"No, daytime business isn't that scary."
Bai Ye was relieved. With Gou Huo Wo Zui Zhongdu by her side, it was better for two people to cry than one.
Ten minutes later.
Bai Ye met Xiangyang Xiaokuihua, earned money to level up to level two, and vowed never to accept orders.
Sunflower in the Sun: "I'm so excited! This is the first time I've seen so many players in a dungeon. How did this errand runner manage to bring us all together?"
Earn money to level up to level 2: "The probability of being selected as a deliveryman in the beginner dungeon is extremely high. High-priced orders are given priority. Mr. Fan has placed multiple orders in a row, so he should be considered a premium customer."
Premium customers have priority.
“I could earn 2,000 just by crying. I didn’t want to take the order at first, but the temptation was too great, so I came with some trepidation.”
After saying he would never take the order, he laughed, "Luckily I did. With so many of us, we have nothing to be afraid of."
Bai Ye also felt very safe, especially when he earned money, leveled up to level two, and showed off his big sword, which gleamed in the sunlight.
This is a sure thing!
The middle-aged man was fast asleep when he came out and saw a group of young people standing next to his father's black and white photo.
They were all so beautiful and fresh-faced, like seedlings just sprouting from the ground.
But these young seedlings did nothing wrong, crying loudly at their father.
The ways they cried were incredibly varied, bizarre, and completely fake.
The middle-aged man's head was spinning. He went over and shooed them away, "What are you doing! Don't cause trouble here. This is a funeral hall. My family is holding a funeral. Are you trying to cause trouble?"
Suddenly remembering something, the middle-aged man flew into a rage, "Did one of you order takeout and put my home address on it?"
"No, it was Mr. Fan who ordered it, we just—"
Sunflower in the Sun only spoke halfway before I, the one who survived, covered my mouth and said, “Mr. Fan, this is what happened. Before he passed away, Mr. Fan had placed an order and hired a mourner for himself. Several of us are colleagues. We took the order from the old man and came here today.”
"Yes, yes, yes!" The person who refused to take the order nodded in agreement.
"My dad called a mourner?" The middle-aged man looked at him suspiciously. "He's a scientist, a believer in Marxism! What kind of mourner did he call?"
"This has nothing to do with faith, right?"
Bai Ye couldn't help but raise his hand and whisper, "Mourning is a way for relatives to mourn the deceased, a way to vent and express their emotions. This is something that relatives should do. The old man called for mourning himself, so he probably thinks his relatives are unreliable."
As soon as Bai Ye finished speaking, the four people next to him turned their heads in unison.
Their faces were blurry, yet they all looked utterly helpless.
"Survival is my greatest strength": He's such a coward, yet the things he says are so arrogant.
I'd rather die than take this order: Look how angry I've made Mr. Fan. I'm afraid he'll have to be sent to the funeral home the next day.
Sunflower in the Sun: We haven't even done any business yet, don't offend the customers!
Earning money to level up to level two: You can tell this person isn't quite normal just by not being afraid of bizarre decapitations and severed hands.
The middle-aged man was indeed furious and picked up a broom to hit him.
Bai Ye dodged left and right, but kept talking, "Mr. Fan, you're not very filial either. The old man hasn't even been laid to rest yet, and you're already fast asleep at home. It's the middle of the day when I delivered the takeout, and you were sleeping so soundly."
"You're asking for it!"
"I'm not looking for death, I'm here to live. But you might be looking for death, aren't you afraid the old man will be so angry that he'll jump out of his coffin?"
"I'll beat you to death today."
"Oh dear, you can't even talk about this? Look at you, you're so hot-tempered, watch your blood pressure."
"You stop right there, I'll count to three..."
Bai Ye didn't listen at all. Anyway, since they weren't his customers, he wouldn't give them a bad review. Who would tolerate that?
Besides—
As Bai Ye ran, he glanced at the black-and-white photo. When he was cursing, the old man had a smile on his face.
Customer happiness is our top priority.
Everything for work!
The middle-aged man chased for a long time, but Bai Ye dodged nimbly and didn't manage to hit him with a single sweep of the broom.
Finally, this man stood angrily on the octagonal table, pointed at the black and white photo and cursed, "You damned bastard, look at what you've done! If you're going to call this mourning, at least do it professionally! You've got a bunch of young people here, are you trying to cause a ruckus in Heaven?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white curtains slowly rose.
Even though there was no wind, the curtains floated higher and higher—
Bai Ye stood to the side, watching the swaying curtains. As she watched, a crack suddenly appeared in the clear, clean sky.
The gap widened, and a coffin fell from the sky.
"!"
Startled, Bai Ye immediately stepped back and stood next to her "colleague".
"What's going on?" He grabbed the little sunflower next to him.
Sunflower, tugging at the clothes of the one who survives the longest, asked, "I wonder, is it that Mr. Fan's coffin lid can't hold him up anymore?"
"Stay calm and adapt to the situation." Earning money to advance to level two is ready to draw your sword.
The five people huddled together, their eyes fixed on the coffin.
The middle-aged man was also paying attention, but there was no fear in his eyes; instead, he simply walked over.
The coffin hit the ground with a loud bang.
Before the middle-aged man could even get close, all four of his limbs were snapped off, and his body writhed on the ground with difficulty.
One stroke after another, a pool of dark red blood flowed down behind him.
"Clang—"
The coffin lid was opened.
A voice came from inside, "I'm starving to death, can't I order takeout? I'm counting on you guys to provide food, I haven't even made it to the crematorium yet, my soul is about to starve to death."
"Dad, what are you saying? The offerings are still being prepared," the body on the ground explained, sounding aggrieved.
It's better not to explain, because once you do, your head will be cut off.
"Nobody came to cry. When I died, weren't you all wailing and lamenting? What, now that you've received your share of the inheritance, you've all scattered?"
"That's because everyone's busy. Some are in school, some are at work, no one has time to come."
"Go back, I want to eat chicken now."
"Dad, you eat."
The middle-aged man found his limbs and then his head. After putting them back together himself, he was still unhappy, but his attitude improved slightly.
“If my dad calls for mourning, then you can all keep crying by the coffin. If the old man is unhappy, you won’t get a single penny.”
After saying that, the middle-aged man strode away.
Bai Ye glanced at the person next to him, then came to his senses. "That guy who left, wasn't that strange?"
Sunflower in the Sun: "I don't know, but he doesn't look like a normal person."
"Inside that coffin?"
"I dare not go."
Looking at the open coffin, Bai Ye began to wonder: So, is the person being buried tomorrow the old or the young?
No matter how you look at it, the person from before seemed lifeless.
"Where's my roast chicken? Bring it over and have a taste." A voice suddenly came from inside the coffin.
The three of them pushed themselves back in unison, leaving Bai Ye and Qian Zhuan Sheng Level 2 in the front row.
After thinking for a moment about how to make money to level up to level two, he put away his greatsword, patted Bai Ye on the shoulder, and took two steps back.
"The old man is calling you, go quickly."
"Hurry up, bring the roast chicken over and check on the situation while you're at it."
"Don't be afraid, your brothers are here to support you."
white night:"……"
A bunch of unreliable people.
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