Legend has it that every year on the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the ghost gate is opened, and the little ghosts are pressed by the judges of the underworld to come to the world to take away the paper money burned by their relatives in the yang world. Of course, there are some ill-intentioned things that will escape ...

I walked out of the school gate with a fake note. I don't know why my grandfather called me out of the blue, just told me to go home, and didn't say anything else. I had no choice but to go home.

Ever since I was a child, I have been without my parents. Grandpa raised him single-handedly, and every time I asked him where my parents were, he just sighed vigorously and refused to say anything. I'm relieved when I'm older.

After getting off the bus, I arrived at the village gate, and walked a few miles to the door of the house. I saw that the mourning hall and the statue had already been set up at home, and there were even a few paper figures at the door. My mind went blank for a moment. Seeing my grandfather coming out of the house, I immediately came over and asked, "Why did Grandpa make the house so unlucky?" Grandpa shook his head and said, "Xu'er, grandpa, I know that the people in the underworld are going to tell me to leave." But our enemy is back!" he gently drew a talisman on me with his finger. While painting, he read: "The sky is round, the sun and the moon shine." Haste as a law. ”

I can't help but feel a little sad, listening to the meaning of my grandfather's words, my grandfather seems to be leaving the yang world and going to the underworld. Just thinking about it, Grandpa suddenly said again: "Xu'er, wait for Grandpa to go under the peach tree in our yard and dig out the box under the tree on the night of the first seven days." Inside is our Nan Zhang Tianshi's exercises, but it is also that grandpa didn't use our Zhang Tianshi's secret book and nine books. But Grandpa only has an introductory exercise. Remember, my talisman is only enough to withstand that demon for a year. In a year's time, if I can't beat her, I won't be able to keep you. After digging up the box, hurry back to the mourning hall. ”

With that, he pinched his finger again. "It's time to die. After saying that, he walked straight to the coffin, and the coffin door slowly closed. I couldn't help but cry as I watched my grandfather leave and I couldn't do anything myself. I hurried forward and grabbed the coffin door. I thought that there was only one grandfather left in the world, but now he was in the middle of life and death. I can't help but feel more sad and cry louder. Crying and crying, and when he was exhausted, he fell asleep.

For seven days, I have been in a state of confusion.

For the first seven nights, the moon could not have been fuller. I carried a shovel in the moonlight and came to the peach blossom tree. After digging a few times, I saw a wooden box and opened it. I saw an ancient book with a yellowed cover. Turning the page, I saw some obscure words.

Suddenly, a terrifying wind lingered in my ears. Today seems to be not just Grandpa's first seven, but also Halloween. It is said to be the day when the door of the ghost is wide open.

"Grandson, grandson—" a faint echo came from the doorway.

"Grandpa, is that you?" I shouted. I couldn't help but go outside.

Suddenly, a sentence ran through my mind: Xu'er will go back to the mourning hall after digging up the box. By the way, didn't Grandpa say to go back to the mourning hall? I couldn't help but scold outside: "You are the grandson, your whole family is the grandson." With that, I went back, but I didn't take two steps. I felt that my feet were as heavy as lead, as if there was a force pulling me in the dark.

Suddenly, my belly and all my organs seemed to crack. A mouthful of blood popped out of his mouth.

"Old man Zhang is so kind to a waste like you. You're lucky!"

With that, a ghost appeared at the door. He spat at the door and left, and the purple ghost qi emitted from his body became lighter and fainter, and the more he walked...