"In the middle of July, the ghost door opened, and the ghost door opened out of the ghost ......"

"Still talking nonsense! Come home with me!" The woman scolded and dragged her naughty child, hurried home and closed the doors and windows.

It had just darkened, and the sun could still see its shrunken head, but the streets were already empty. What used to be a noisy stream at this time is now bleak and empty.

Fang Sheng sat by the window of the room on the second floor of the inn on the street, holding an ordinary celadon teacup in his hand, his eyes fixed on the direction of the city gate thirty miles away, I don't know what he was thinking, as if he was in a trance, and occasionally took a sip of tea.

"Bang Bang!" The sound of slamming the door was a little abrupt, and the voice of the shopkeeper came from outside the door, "Guest officer?"

"What?" Fang Sheng retracted his gaze, lowered his head and shook the teacup in his hand lightly, raising his voice slightly.

"Oh, nothing else." The shopkeeper replied with a smile, "It's not the Yu Lan Festival today, there may be something at night...... Hey! Let's just talk about it...... However, it is better not to go out tonight, if there is no emergency at night, but you don't have to pay attention to any sound if you don't hear it. ”

Fang Sheng secretly sneered and took a sip of tea, "Hmm." ”

"Huh! Then you should rest early, guest officer!"

Until the footsteps of the shopkeeper leaving disappeared, Fang Sheng put down the teacup in his hand and moved his eyes to the window again.

The twilight is fading, and the gray color adds a lot of chill to the streets that have long been deserted. The cold wind blows, the empty bamboo baskets on the street, the paper and leaves on the ground, and the unburned yellow paper burned in the remote place, rolling and faintly, accompanied by the wind and dust, rising or hurting or falling, the empty and deserted streets are more weird, it seems that there are really invisible ghosts in the cold and lonely night, on the street, walking, moving...... It was quiet everywhere, and more and more people turned off the lights, leaving only the mugwort leaf handle leaning against the door was blown by the wind, and the strings or two of garlic hanging by the window were swaying in the wind...... In more than an hour and a half, the ghost gate will be opened. Fang Sheng had calculated, this year's Ghost Gate was opened outside the city gate thirty miles away from here. And today, the Yin official Jisi, who controls the souls of the dead, will also go out to investigate.

Fang Sheng poured himself a cup of hot tea again, and put it on the table unmoved, slightly curling.

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It was only half an hour, and Fang Sheng waited early at the place where the ghost gate was about to open. Mortals can't see ghosts, so Fang Sheng prepared a tea soup mixed with long's eye powder early in the morning, so that he would be very clear.

The hour has not yet come, and the night is quiet, perhaps because of the proximity to the suburban forest, or because the ghost gate will be opened tonight, the wind is cool and cool, and it has never stopped, and the forest is rustled by the wind. Fang Sheng stood motionless, letting the wind mess with the green silk, letting his clothes flutter, just waiting for the hour.

In the middle of the moment, a long and faint blue light flashed on the ground not far away. After a while, the fog rose, and the fog was hazy and hazy to show the appearance of a city gate, and there was an official standing on both sides of the city gate, and the door was slowly opened!

The dense fog could not distinguish between the real and the false, and many figures came out of the ghost gate one after another, the old, the young, the long-tongued, the missing arms and legs...... After coming out of the fog, the ghosts of all shapes gradually turned into normal ordinary people, and each went to the place where it wanted to go.

Fang Sheng didn't take his eyes off those ghost things, his eyes were still looking straight at the open ghost door. After another moment, a man with black hair half-draped and dressed in a dark black robe walked out, and Fang Sheng's eyes flashed.

"Geji."