Lin Zhao stuffed a talisman into the cloth figure's clothes before saying, "I don't have the materials, so it's too rough. Just make do with it!"

The *Huoming Ge* (Song of Life-Preservation) says: Don't reach out for yellow. It probably means you shouldn't touch people wearing yellow clothes.

Lin Zhao shook hands with that driver, who must have left some kind of ghost or deity mark on him, making her a target.

Lin Zhao's transferring the mark onto the replacement puppet wasn't a bad idea.

But could this replacement puppet really be useful?

While I was pondering, the doorbell rang. When I looked out the window of the gatehouse, there was a courier in a red vest outside the community's iron gate: "Delivery!"

I gestured to Lin Zhao and walked out: "Whose delivery?"

The courier looked up at me and said with a strange smile, "Don't you usually not talk?"

I walked over and said, "If I don't talk, will you leave? Bring the delivery in and sign it."

The courier laughed: "Didn't I already deliver it? It's right at your feet. Didn't you see it?"

When I turned my head to look at my feet, I saw a baby with a disproportionately large head in the corner.

An infant spirit?

When I looked closer, I realized that the face wasn't that of a baby at all, but rather like a middle-aged man's head that had been cut off and placed on a baby's body.

The monster chuckled coldly at me, then dove into the ground and disappeared, leaving only a square box behind.

When I looked back at the gate, the courier, who had been hanging his head, also looked up. All I could see in his motorcycle helmet was black shadow. I couldn't see his face at all.

But a burst of laughter came from his empty helmet: "The thing's delivered. The one who's supposed to collect it will come out."

I stared at his helmet: "How can you talk without a head?"

"That's easy. I'll just swap it with yours." As he spoke, the courier took a few steps back: "Wait for me. I'll be back for you."

Before he could leave, the Soul-Chasing Cord on my wrist shot out through the gaps in the iron gate, looped around his waist, and locked in front of him.

I pulled back hard with my right hand, dragging him from several meters away towards the iron gate. After the rider's helmet made a loud noise against the gate, sand-like smoke burst out from the rider's sleeves and collar.

It was like a yellow cloud had erupted in front of me, and I could only vaguely see the rider's clothes falling to the ground in the swirling sand.

Both the sensation of the Soul-Chasing Cord wrapping around him and the weight of the person himself told me that he was a living person. Yet, he had been smashed into a pile of sand.

What exactly was he?

I walked over and squatted down in front of the gate, picked up a handful of sand from the ground, and put it in my pocket. Before I could stand up, a pair of white sneakers appeared in front of me.

Someone else was coming!

Before I could look up, I felt a shadow looming over me. Not only was the person looking down at the top of my head, but they were also reaching in from the outside, holding something over my head: "The owner's ordered takeout is here. Take it."

I could only see the person's legs and couldn't tell if they were dead or alive, but they kept urging me: "Take it! The owner's takeout is here."

While the person was talking, I quietly took out my lighter and held it in my hand. I had specifically chosen a lighter made of white steel so that I could use it as a mirror when needed.

I had just seen a red package in the reflection of the lighter when the person said: "Don't look at my face. You can look at a living person's face all you want, but you can't just look at a dead person's face. If you see it, the dead person will easily follow you."

"That's because he's not completely dead!" As I spoke, the lighter in my hand swept upwards, and the true qi wrapped around the lighter swept across the person's wrist like a blade. I leaned back, directly facing the package above my head.

Forced to do so, I could only reach out and catch the package!

When I stood up with the square package in my arms, the food delivery guy in the yellow shirt had already retreated several steps with his empty sleeve: "You've taken the package, so it has to be filled with something and delivered to someone."

"Filled with what? When to deliver it? Deliver it to whom? Think about it slowly! When he gets hungry, and you haven't delivered the thing yet, someone here will die."

With each word, the person retreated further, and by the end, he was standing on the side of the road, stepping back towards the traffic of trucks.

The traffic police, who were busy cleaning up the scene over there, didn't notice an extra person appearing beside them. But the person skillfully avoided the traffic police and followed the body being carried away onto the hearse from the funeral home.

Even as the hearse drove away, the person leaned out from the back of the hearse, waving at me: "If you get the thing, you have to go find someone. If you can't find them, you're the one who's going to die. You have to hurry!"