“I can’t carry it alone. This sedan needs two people to get it up the mountain.”

Traditional sedan carriers always need two people, but our profession is different—we can carry alone.

It’s just that one person doesn’t carry the living… they carry the dead.

The moment I said that, Victor Hughes’s lackey quickly set the sedan upright, grinning obsequiously at him.

“Mr. Hughes, add me and we’ll make two. Come on, sit down. I’ll carry you up the mountain.”

Victor nodded with satisfaction and lifted his foot to get in.

Panic shot through me, and I rushed forward.

“No!”

The word had barely left my mouth before Victor was already seated.

I stared at the sedan, now lifted halfway off the ground.

Damn it.

In our line of work, there’s a rule—

Once the sedan is lifted, it cannot be set down again.

Otherwise, it brings bloodshed and disaster.

Victor looked at me smugly.

“Tonight I’m sitting in this chair whether you like it or not. If you refuse to carry me, I’ll make sure you disappear from Riverdale forever.”

I exhaled in resignation, glancing at the half-lifted sedan.

“You chose to sit in it yourself. If something happens, it’s not on me.”

I had warned him.

Victor smirked.

“What could possibly happen from just sitting in a sedan?”

Bella Moore gave me a shove with her foot.

“Stop wasting time. Carry Mr. Hughes up the mountain and you’ll be well rewarded.”

I said nothing more, took hold of the carrying pole, and lifted it onto my shoulder.

“Once you’re seated, the sedan must not touch the ground. And the passenger must not set foot on the ground.”

Victor laughed loudly.

“And who the hell are you to make rules for me? I’ll get down whenever I feel like it.”

Then he yanked off his belt and cracked it across my back.

“Move! If you ruin my mood, you’ll regret it.”

A fiery sting spread across my back. I didn’t reply, just started walking.

It was still early; if I moved quickly, I might make it back in time.

I quickened my pace.

But a second later, the belt lashed across my back again, hard.

“Do you even know how to carry? Are you trying to shake me to death?”

I glanced at the deepening red of the horizon, my face growing cold.

“It’s almost midnight. If I don’t deliver you to the top and return to pick up my client before twelve, we’ll all be in serious trouble.”

Victor sneered and struck me again.

“I’m just going to watch a sunrise. Stop trying to scare me. In Riverdale, I make trouble for others—no one dares make trouble for me.”

My back was already flayed and raw, each step pulling painfully at the wounds.

Bella looked at my pale face, and though she tried to sound concerned, her tone was more patronizing.

“Ethan, those who offend Mr. Hughes in Riverdale never meet a good end. Do whatever he says if you want any reward.”

I checked the time—only thirty minutes left.

If I missed the appointed time, no one here would escape a grim fate tonight.

I was born with a rare fate: half in life, half in death, able to walk freely between the worlds of the living and the dead.

Gabriel Reed, my master, had told me since I was young that this was why both realms recognized me as a mediator—a diplomat between worlds.

But even the greatest diplomat fears vengeful spirits.

Because once dragged into Hell… there’s no return for all eternity.

I carried the sedan in silence, moving forward steadily, when suddenly the bushes beside the trail rustled with a faint shhh-shhh sound.

I didn’t dare stop. I just kept walking.

Then Bella Moore glanced coquettishly at Victor Hughes.

“Victor, my legs are sore from walking. Can’t you let me sit in the sedan for a while?”

Victor reached out and stroked her cheek.

“Of course. How could I let my Bella get tired?”

Then he looked at me.

“You hear that? My Bella wants to ride. Stop right now.”

The rustling was getting closer, and I didn’t dare pause for even a second.

A moment later, his belt cracked across my face.

“I told you to stop. Do you not understand human language?”

Warm blood trickled down my cheek. My leg buckled, and I dropped to one knee.

With every ounce of strength, I barely managed to keep the sedan steady.

Just as I was about to stand, I saw Victor lifting his foot to step down.

“You can’t get off the sedan!”

I shot upright and heaved the sedan back up forcefully.

I despised these people, but if they died here, the karmic merit I had spent years accumulating would be wiped away.

Victor wobbled, nearly falling, and lashed my back again with his belt.

“Trying to throw me to my death, are you?”

I gritted my teeth through the pain and reminded him,

“I told you—once lifted, the sedan cannot be set down until it reaches its destination.”

Victor looped his belt around my neck and yanked hard.

“Your words mean nothing. I said put me down! Don’t you get it?”

The strap dug into my throat, choking the air from me. I tilted my head back to ease the pressure, but in the next instant, he leapt off entirely and kicked me hard in the leg.

The pole slid from my shoulder. I tumbled backward, rolling down a dozen stone steps before catching myself on a hanging vine.

My back wound tore open, soaking me in blood. Struggling, I lifted my head to see Victor’s feet firmly on the ground. My face went cold.

“You’re finished.”

Victor rolled up his sleeves, his eyes full of menace. He charged down and kicked me square in the chest.

“I’ve tolerated you long enough with your superstitious crap. Tonight I’ll show you who really runs Riverdale!”

A burst of searing pain tore through my chest, followed by a sharp crack—something had broken.

Bella walked over, wearing an expression of hopeless disdain.

“Ethan Cole, I’ve put up with your weird ghost talk long enough. And now, right in front of Victor Hughes, the richest man in Riverdale, you’re spouting it again? You must have a death wish.”

As she spoke, a fierce wind rose out of nowhere. All around us, there was nothing but the howl of the gusts.

“Why is the wind suddenly so strong up here?” Bella asked nervously, clutching Victor’s arm.

Victor looked around, his face pale.

“Mount Hazel usually has plenty of people hiking at night. Why haven’t we seen a single one?”

We were halfway up the mountain, where the trail should have been lit with lanterns. But tonight, there wasn’t a single light—only the dim, blood-red glow of the sky.

Victor grabbed me by the collar.

“Tell me—did you lead us the wrong way on purpose?”

I looked into his twisted face, my gaze settling on the dark, bluish shadow clouding his brow.

“Victor, do you even know what day it is today?”

Bella Moore’s eyes widened with fear as she looked at him, her voice trembling.

“Victor… today is the Ghost Festival.”

“I’ve heard people say that on the Ghost Festival, the Gate of the Underworld opens.”

I pushed myself up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

“When the gate opens, a hundred ghosts roam the night.”

The words had barely left my lips when Victor kicked me hard again.

“Stop trying to scare me with that superstitious crap. I don’t believe in this nonsense.”

Bella clung to his arm, her gaze darting nervously around the dark trail.

“Victor… maybe we should forget it. We can watch the sunrise at the beach instead.”

Victor slapped her on the backside with a laugh.

“The word ‘forget’ isn’t in my dictionary. I’m going to the summit tonight, no matter what.

Besides, there’s a Taoist temple at the top. My family donates a lot of money to them every year. Once we get there, no so-called spirits will dare come near me.”

With that, he grabbed me and yanked me to my feet.

“Quit playing dead. Get up and carry the sedan.”

He shoved me toward it and swaggered over to sit down.

But as he tried to lower himself, his body wouldn’t go all the way—half of him hung awkwardly in the air.

Victor’s lackey, not understanding, tried to encourage him.

“Mr. Hughes, go ahead and sit. We’re almost at the top.”

Bella, thinking he was offering her the seat, turned her head shyly.

“Victor, you don’t have to worry about me. I can walk. The sedan should be for you.”

Clutching my aching chest, my eyes locked onto the figure already sitting in the sedan.

She’s here.

A sheen of sweat broke out on Victor’s forehead. He turned to glare at me.

“Tell me—did you mess with the sedan? Why can’t I sit down?”

I gave him a cold, humorless laugh.

“I told you—once seated, you can’t set foot on the ground until you reach the destination. The sedan already has a passenger now. Naturally, you can’t sit.”

Victor’s fist smashed into my face.

“Don’t try to scare me. This is your sedan—you must have done something to it.”

Determined, he tried again to sit, but it was the same.

It was as if something was holding him up from below, refusing to let him settle in.

His temper exploded. He stormed over and kicked me hard.

“Cut the tricks. If you waste my time, you’ll regret it.”

Blood filled my mouth, spilling over my lips. I checked the time—three minutes to midnight.

“It’s too late.”

Victor began punching and kicking me.

“I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?”

Seeing me half-dead, Bella stepped forward quickly, worried he’d go too far.

“Victor, let me try. If I can sit, then Ethan’s been messing with it. If I can’t, then we’ll question him properly.”

She walked over, and the next second—she sat down without a problem.

Victor’s rage flared again. He grabbed me by the collar.

“I knew you were playing games. I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

But before his fist could fall, Bella, still seated in the sedan, suddenly let out a strange, chilling laugh—

a sound that echoed through the still night with an eerie, bone-deep cold.