When night falls, everything rests.

On the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, there are traces of paper burning on both sides of the road.

It also happened that it was drizzling on the horizon, and the humid air made people uncomfortable, as if they were showing something.

In a residential building in Songdong District.

A middle-aged man with cheekbones spitting out, sunken eye sockets, no excess fat on his cheeks, and no more than a hundred pounds of withered fat looked at the mobile phone screen in a daze, looking at his wife and children before his death on the mobile phone screen.

"Let the son kill the mother!"

A crown rises into the air, coupled with an unusually vicious barrage.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old son chopped into his old mother's neck with a kitchen knife, and then cut off the old mother's head little by little as if he were cutting pork, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The son was holding the hair of his mother's skull, pointing his face with black blood at the camera, and the son was laughing, silly and innocent.

"It's really against Tiangang, it's a big rebellion!"

The local tyrant who brushed the crown actually mocked the scene that happened in the picture, and he didn't feel that he was the scum who was really morally corrupt.

"Ahh

The withered middle-aged man howled as he watched his beloved wife on the screen of his phone being killed by his own son, fell from his chair, fell to the ground, and crawled towards the door.

"Is it miserable?"

A voice that couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman sounded in the empty room, and the slightly playful tone seemed to be a light joke.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The withered middle-aged man's legs were forcibly dragged by some force, and he dragged him back, while he also struggled desperately, his fingernails were inserted into the cracks in the floor, and finally were broken.

"You crooked enforcers!"

The voice suddenly became louder, as if justice was being read, announcing the heinous crimes committed by others.

"I've been like this for eight years, I've been dead and alive, and I really haven't seen my relatives again, why are you doing it to them? Are they guilty? If only I am guilty! ”

The withered middle-aged man's emotions collapsed in an instant under this kind of high-intensity coercion, and the already tense nerves, the pressure accumulated over the years, were like a flood breaking through the floodgates and bursting the embankment.

He continued to cry for mercy: "Are you sent by the underworld to collect me?" I know that my performance has not been good over the years, and I have not achieved anything great. But I ...... I'm just an ordinary person! I won't have any means to catch ghosts, even if I am given a bad identity, those ghosts will not recognize me! ”

"Please, let me go, I don't want to die again!"

The withered middle-aged man let his legs be dragged down, gave up his resistance and hugged his head and cried, shouting: "I can't sleep well and can't eat food all these years, so I rely on my desire to live!" Please! Don't kill me!"

"Wait......"

The withered middle-aged man seemed to have found a life-saving straw, an evil light flashed in his eyes, and his voice trembled and made a big decision: "Why don't you kill all my relatives...... I'll just live...... I'll just live!"

"Do you think you're still alive?"

The voice asked indifferently.

"Alive...... I've survived all these years. ”

The withered middle-aged man turned around and kowtowed against the wall, without dignity to talk about: "You just kill them all!" Just leave me a way out...... If you don't think it's fun enough, I'll kill them myself!"

"Do you still have humanity?!"

On the contrary, it was the voice that took the lead in questioning whether this withered middle-aged man had humanity.

"I'm not human anymore!"

The withered middle-aged man had a wound on his forehead, but there was no blood flowing out of it, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were expanding more and more.

At this moment, the withered middle-aged man seemed to regain his self-confidence, his legs suddenly fluttered twice in the air, and he lay down with strength, sliding forward on the floor that had been oiled in advance, and saw that the security door was getting closer and closer.

"Alas! If you do too much injustice, you will be killed!"

The voice said without too many emotional fluctuations, everything seemed to be within his expectations, maybe he had already thought that this scene would happen.

"Smack!"

A snapping of fingers echoed through the room.

"Click......"

The withered middle-aged man was overjoyed at this time, thinking that his plan to beg for mercy had succeeded, and his eyes were full of desire for survival.

But the sensation is held tightly for a second.

At the same time as snapping fingers, a thin wire rope was invisible, wrapped around the neck of the withered middle-aged man as if it were being controlled.

Then it tightened, and a head flew sideways.

and completely shatter the weak soul hidden in this shell.

"Is a yin like you worthy to talk about yin law? Are you worthy!? ”

The voice sneered as he spoke, and above the body of the withered middle-aged man, a big hand flashed, and the big hand untied the clothes of the withered middle-aged man, took a small red book from it, and then disappeared with the small book.

As the voice said, like a withered middle-aged man, he only has the courage to live in the yang, and he has no responsibility and responsibility for the people at all, and he may not even know how to catch ghosts, how to use the soul bag, and how to return to the underworld to report great achievements.

Survive and face endless madness-inducing torments.

So much so that in the end, even the only remaining shameful humanity was lost.

"Hehehe...... It's really poor and white......"

The voice almost spat disdainfully on the corpse, and disappeared in the mockery, and disappeared without knowing where to go.

…………

Midnight at half past eleven.

The ghosts who returned to visit relatives in the yang world waited for the moment when the ghost doors opened at the gates of major banks one after another, so that they could return to their real homes now.

Why the major banks?

Because from a metaphysical point of view, banks are the most popular and the safest in circulation, and they are all secret and unobstructed. In addition, in fact, the yin banknotes burned by the underworld from the yang world are deposited in the yang bank first, and they are collected uniformly at a specific time, which also leads to the fact that the major banks in the yang world are set up in the strongholds, and the ghost gate is laid out, which is convenient for the full-time escort of the yin banknotes to and from the yin and yang worlds.

So this place is the place where the ghost door opens and closes every year.

Go from here, go back from here.

This year, however, there are quirky places.

"Come on, come on, evacuate the group of ghosts, all line up, with a distance of one meter in the middle, we must also be good ghosts with quality and law-abiding."

I don't know where three yin errors popped out, nervously waving the banner, inexplicably maintaining the order of the scene.

These three shades are very interesting to dress up.

Holding a blue pennant in each hand, wearing a pale yellow down jacket with cotton wool floating in torn clothes, and a loose black cropped pants on the lower body, and a white skirt on top of the cropped pants. Thirty centimeters high heels are more than enough to jump four little swans.

Under the banner that no one can understand, they are not in the slightest bit of enthusiasm, as if they are special officials appointed by the underworld Yama.

"Let the elderly, women and children go first!"

There is a middle-aged yin who is a little older, and he takes the initiative to help a female ghost with a child in his arms, and takes the mother and son to the front to cut a line, and even figured out a special channel for the old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Hey! Guys!"

A middle-aged man who looked thinner and slumped shoulders from the outside walked to this yin cha, put his hands in his sleeves, sloppy stuck his throat and spit out burnt yellow sputum, hiccups with the smell of wine that rushed straight to his nose, and spoke in a swaying accent: "Gentleman, let me ask you about something, is the crematorium here?" Isn't the big boiler specialized in you guys who don't want to die!? ”