The red in the center gradually dimmed, gradually dimmed, and finally closed his eyes like a dying person, and the last bit of red light went out. In the immediate aftermath of the weather, everyone's eyes changed from anticipation to panic.

The neat paper money ash immediately collapsed like sand and scattered as soon as the red light went out, flowing between the tubular straw ashes.

"W-what's going on?" An old man exclaimed, "I have been burning paper every year on Halloween for more than 60 years, and it is the first time I have seen such a thing." Yesterday my son said that paper money is not good for burning, and I still don't believe it. Didn't think ......"

Before the old man could finish his words, the remaining packets of paper money ash collapsed with the extinguishing of the red light.

"The Poor Thirsty Ghost is still here, but we haven't found it." Grandpa stared at Hong Danian and said.

"Did I miss it? I can count the dozen or so piglets in my family running around in the pigsty when they first got out of the nest. "Hong Danian looked tired, and he spoke like a sick person.

"Okay, let's disperse today. Come back tomorrow. Hong Danian waved his hand to disperse the onlookers.

"Come back tomorrow? Can you afford it? A man holding him asked.

Hong Danian nodded: "Seeing that July 17 is coming, if you don't solve it quickly, when will it be delayed?" ”

"Huh? That's right, Hong Jiafu. I saw your dad. Hong Danian turned to the man who was holding him and said, "Have you not offered sacrifices to your father for a long time?" I saw your dad walking staggeringly, as if he was sick. Have time to put a bowl of fruit in front of your father's grave, huh?! ”

"Yes, yes." Hong Jiafu nodded and replied, "Village Chief Hong sees the road clearly, don't trip over the stones." ”

My grandfather and I stayed in Hongxu Village that night, and Hong Danian stayed with us for a long time before leaving. Grandpa decided to ask me to participate tomorrow and I was overjoyed.

At the same time the next day, the villagers wrote the paper money and laid it on the straw.

The onlookers were still those people from yesterday, and there were a few more children. The door panel was removed again, and Hong Danian asked the villagers to put the door panel behind me, and he didn't use the door panel.

Grandpa persuaded him to get another door panel. Hong Danian was afraid of trouble, waved his hand and said, "No need." So be it. Wasn't it okay yesterday? ”

The straw was lit again.

We were doing what we had to do step by step, and Grandpa called, "Open your eyes!" "We immediately opened our eyes.

I saw a crowd of people who weren't there waiting around the paper money. They all bent over to see if the paper money on the straw was their own, and they reached for the paper money, picked it up gently, and took out the brand new dark money from the paper ashes. Their bodies fluctuate like reflections in the water. And the crowd that could see clearly just now is now blurred as if separated by a layer of mist.

The red year is counting again: "one, two, three......"

Suddenly, Hong Danian stopped. I guess he's got something out of the ordinary. Grandpa also looked at the red year.

"Jiafu, this boy, I said yesterday that I wanted him to send some sacrifices to his father's grave. It seems that the kid is very stingy, and has not yet been delivered. You see, his father is still swaying like a sick person. "Hong Danian scolded.

I raised my eyes to see the "man" who was dangling.

The one who was called "Sick" by the Red Year was wearing wide pants, a red vest, and his eyes were dripping like mice.