After the sun sank into the tall and low buildings of the city, Su Wanjing felt that it was time for the moon to rise, and looked east, but was blocked by another building. She glanced around, then retreated back into the dark, narrow alley on the riverbank.

It's the only river in the city, and in the afternoon there are small vendors selling lanterns along the river, and the darker it gets, the better the business. Most of the people who bought the river lanterns were young men and women, and with a novel expression, they listened to the vendors say: "On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the lanterns are released, and the tradition comes!" ”

"Yulan? Is it planting flowers? The young girl asked.

The peddler smiled a little contemptuously, but said, "The Orchid is a flower, but it is ......," he paused, looked at the girl, and said, "This Orchid Festival has nothing to do with flowers, and the Obscura Festival is a Halloween Festival." ”

"Huh?" The girl shrank behind the boy next to her and asked weakly, "Isn't Halloween Festival Qingming Festival?" ”

"No, no, no." The peddler was too lazy to popularize knowledge for her, turned over the basket in his hand, took three or five different styles of river lanterns out, and said: "Look at the river lantern, this different river lantern please have different wishes, this lotus flower asks for peace, this rose asks for marriage, and this chrysanthemum commemorates the deceased......"

"." Su Wanjing's side didn't know what to do, and a thin old lady stood and pouted at the vendor who sold river lanterns. Su Wanjing glanced at the old lady, then turned her head to stare at the river, smiled and said, "Whatever, as long as someone puts the river lantern." ”

The old lady sighed and said, "When I was young, I had to put river lanterns on July 15 every year. There is no such thing as talking about it, just accumulating virtue. Alas, after the four olds, no one did these things, I still thought that no one would do it, no one would do it, and it was not a big deal, how could I have thought that I would have such a day. ”

"Haven't people started to let go again in the past two years, although it's a little less, but it's better than nothing." Su Wanjing replied with a smile, and asked the old lady again, "You are so old, why do you still want to come to the river lantern?" ”

The old lady's expression darkened, and her body seemed to be more rickety, she sighed, and reached out to puff the hair on her forehead, revealing a hideous gap, which was deeply visible. The moment she brushed her hair, a stream of blood came out again, dripping all over half of her face.

Su Wanjing didn't think the wound was terrifying at all, she took a closer look at it carefully, and nodded, "The skull is cracked, who made it?" ”

The old lady muttered, "Roll down the stairs by yourself." ”

Su Wanjing smirked twice and shook her head: "Only those who die or commit suicide will become wandering spirits, and those who can't pass the ghost gate need to come to the river lantern to be reincarnated." If you roll down yourself, do you still need to wait here? ”

The old lady stopped talking, rubbed the corners of her eyes for a while, spread her hands without tears, and turned away.

Su Wanjing saw that it was dark, so she walked out of the alley slowly, stretching her arms in the bustling night market.

"Sister Su is here?"

Su Wanjing looked back at a boy who came up, the boy was wearing a baseball cap, a fat shirt and fat pants, and a large patch of blood on the front of the clothes. Su Wanjing hummed lazily, "You kid are still there?" ”

The boy tilted his chin, and his childish face was forced to feign disdain, "What am I afraid of!" I've only been wandering for two years, Sister Su, you can't grab it this year, but you're going to be destroyed! ”

"You don't need to talk too much." Su Wanjing said lightly as she walked towards the river, crossed the safety fence by the river embankment, and saw a layer of white mist slowly rising on the river surface in the night, which was a scenery that people in the yang world could not see.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the middle day of the Yuan Dynasty, the ghost door is closed on this day.