Today is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, one of the three major ghost festivals in China, the Zhongyuan Festival.

It is said that Halloween is terrifying, and the gates of hell will be wide open, releasing countless wandering spirits and dead ghosts, but I went to mourn on this day.

My name is Bei Nuan, I am 22 years old, and this is the second time I have met a dead man I have never met, except for my father.

The funeral is very huge, after all, the Fang family is one of the top chaebols, and the only son died, and it is said that he was only 27 years old, which is considered an untimely death.

However, it was this funeral that a pillar of incense burned the back of my hands, and in every dream I had every night, I was grabbing incense with a pair of hands.

This terrifying nightmare went on for a month.

I am getting thinner and thinner, and I see the problem when I am small, he is Wu Zhen, one year older than me, and he is a second-generation soldier, but he is giggling and laughing as a whole, chatting about the world, not a little like a descendant of soldiers, and always telling me some stories about his grandfather who caught ghosts when he was a soldier and fighting, saying that in that war era, there were dead people everywhere, and those who were soldiers killed people, and the killing continued, so the body was murderous, and generally the ghosts were hidden, but his grandfather was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and he could see the ghost after waking up, and then to his grandfather's generation, This ability to hunt ghosts has actually been inherited.

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At seven o'clock in the evening, he and I were eating in a restaurant, and he saw that I kept scratching the back of my hand, and asked, "Bei Nuan, you are scratched and scratched." ”

I frowned, "It was originally broken, and I was burned by incense when I went to mourn before." ”

He narrowed, "How long has this been?" I see that your face has been ugly recently, yellow to death during the day, and white to death at night, have you followed the ghost? ”

When Wu Jing said this, I felt a little embarrassed in my heart, and glanced at him angrily.

"Really, I've been paying attention to you for a long time, don't you feel it at all?"

I put down the dishes and chopsticks and pouted a little decadently, "I grabbed incense all night, and I was tired when I got up in the morning." ”

"Grab the incense? Those who eat incense are dead people, why are you robbing that thing? ”

I choked, and when I opened my eyes again, I cautiously asked, "You say, will I fall into the evil of mourning?" What is the situation of the Fang family? I've only been there once, and I've been so unlucky for the first time in decades? ”

Wu paused and said, "You are so timid, unlucky is like you, as for the Fang family, it is actually not local, it is because the real estate business has done this, but it has been for several years, and the people who deal with the Fang family are people in the shopping mall, and our Wu family has nothing to do with it, the Fang family has been in business for several generations, and all of them are human spirits, let's just say that the only son of the Fang family who died, called Fang Qi, I haven't seen it, but my grandfather said that he saw it once when he went to the Fang family, saying that the person was born cold, and he didn't look like a living person, tsk." , Anyway, but this time I heard that the funeral is very low-key, or buried at night, it is said that the burial is not allowed to be lit, and the light is blind all the way. ”

I raised my eyebrows, "And such a custom?" ”

Wu Jing has always been a jack of all trades, putting down his chopsticks and planning to say it carefully, "You don't understand this, some people say that this year is the black year of the Fang family, destined to die, either the oldest or the youngest, it seems that it is quite effective, the Fang family will be funeral at night, it is estimated that there is a saying, as long as the burial is successful, it will be OK......"

As he spoke, he gloated and looked at my hand again, "It's not good to be burned by incense, maybe it's a moldy head..."

“……”