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Midyear Festival, thousands of ghosts haunt the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dreaming of relatives crying, seeking revenge and disturbing sleep.

It's hard to get along.

Shangyuan Festival, the fifteenth Lantern Festival of the first month of the lunar calendar. Midyear Festival, the 15th Ghost Festival of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. Xia Yuan Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival on the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

As the saying goes, people celebrate people's day, and ghosts celebrate Halloween.

Today is the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the Lord of Yama issued an order, and the ghost door was opened. Countless ghosts are roaring and rushing out of the ghost gate! It will not be until the end of July that the ghosts will return to the Ghost Gate one after another! And this half month is a long holiday for ghosts and officials in the world, and it is also a period of frequent disasters!

"Hehehe~ Son, Daddy is back!"

"Hahaha, I'm about to suffocate!"

"I want to take revenge~ hum hum!"

One by one, the soul bodies roared excitedly. There is a home to return home, and there is revenge~

On the day of the Midyear Festival, every household is busy buying paper ingots, red-clothed villains, and yellow paper to worship their dead relatives.

Xiangyuntang's business is quite bleak!

"Cloud~ Shall we close for a few days?" Bai Hecai was bored with the business that had suddenly deserted, so he came to the cabinet to discuss with Zhixiangyun.

Zhi Xiangyun, who was meditating, opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Cai'er, the Ghost Festival is from the middle of July to the end of July, and you can't close down during the critical period. "I seem to expect that there will be a lot of people who will come to see things in two days, and that is a whoosh merit point!

"There will be a lot of ghosts on Halloween?"

"That's a must~"

"Yun, let me see if the ghost looks good. The parents are so old, they haven't seen a ghost yet! Hearing that there will be a lot of ghosts in the past few days, Bai Hecai muttered, shook Zhi Xiangyun's arm, and used a woman's mastery ~ coquettish!

"Do you really want to see it?" Zhi Xiangyun raised the corners of his mouth.

"Seriously~" Bai Hecai's eyes were resolute.

"Actually~in your neck~now~are riding~" Zhi Xiangyun suddenly straightened his face and said word by word.

Being said by Zhi Xiangyun more and more hairy in his heart, Bai Hecai trembled and said: "What~" She suddenly felt uncomfortable in her neck, could it be ......

"Riding a little ghost in red clothes~" Zhi Xiangyun was expressionless.

"Ah~" Bai Hecai screamed and threw himself into Zhi Xiangyun's arms.

"Hahaha~ So cowardly, I still want to see hell!" Holding the delicate body in his arms tightly, Zhi Xiangyun suddenly laughed.

Bai Hecai, who was aware of the fool, pouted and beat Zhi Xiangyun's chest: "Big bad, big bad~"

He shouted and cursed with his mouth, but he did not resist physically at all. The two enjoyed a warm moment......

The full moon resembles a large jade plate, washing the endless starry sky.

Under the starry sky, at countless intersections, burning yellow paper mixed with paper ingots and ashes swirled in the yin wind.

Why did you choose to pay respects to your deceased loved ones at the crossroads? Because the crossroads extend in all directions, the Yin Spirit can quickly find it through the signals sent by relatives.

If the Yin Spirit arrives late, will the sacrifice be snatched by other ghosts? Do not worry! Draw a large invisible circle with a small branch and burn the yellow paper in it.

"Cloud~" Seeing the long-haired female ghost who suddenly appeared outside the sacrificial circle, her eyelids flashed with a pale blue luster, her face was frightened, and she snuggled up to Zhixiangyun tightly.

Under the soft grinding and hard bubble of Bai Hecai, Zhi Xiangyun had to agree to let her see the hell! So, I smeared cow tears in her double eyelids~

"Shhh~ It's okay, don't talk." After Bai Hecai leaned over, Zhi Xiangyun made a shushing gesture so as not to attract the attention of the ghost.

Chen Binbin, who is thin and weak, although he can't see ghosts. After perceiving the gloomy atmosphere in the night, a layer of goosebumps appeared on the surface of the body!

Beside a sacrificial fire, the old lady who sobbed quietly sobbed away in the comfort of the old man. The female ghost who was cleaning up the golden ingots all over the ground had already burst into tears.

Next to the other sacrificial fires, there are also yin spirits standing with affection.

Relatives can't see ghosts, and ghosts can't communicate with relatives, only dreams~

Just after the female ghost walked out of the circle with the gold ingot, a lonely ghost who died unexpectedly had been waiting in the dark for a long time!

"Bring it!" A ruffian young gangster, tempted by the gold ingots, quietly approached the female ghost. Robbing the belongings of the female ghost~

"Don't~" The soft female ghost tried her best to resist.

"Cloud, help her! She's so pitiful~" Bai Hecai, who witnessed all this, couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhi Xiangyun shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't need to help her, you continue to look down~"

While Bai Hecai's face was anxious, he continued to look at it with questions.

At this moment, a white light flashed, and a red-clothed protector with a stick appeared out of thin air!

The red-clothed protector, without saying a word, waved his stick and hit the young bastard.

"Ouch~" The young gangster was in pain, hugged his head and wailed.

Seeing that he couldn't take advantage, he cowardly ran away and looked for the next target.

Zhixiangyun is not not unhelpful, but does not need to help at all. Just now, he caught a glimpse of a red-clothed paper figure in the sacrificial fire that was about to burn out. The red-clothed paper man was burned by the old couple in order to prevent other ghosts from snatching the sacrifices. When the young gangsters robbed, the red-clothed paper man burned out and appeared in time.

Seeing the white crane color here, Fang understood.

The red-clothed paper man escorts the female ghost home to reunite with her relatives in her dreams, and it will not dissipate until the ghost gate is closed.

"Let's go! Let's go back too! Zhi Xiangyun smiled and took Bai Hecai's hand.

Glancing at a few yin spirits standing next to the sacrificial fire, the three of them disappeared into the night~

……

Tianhai City, a small district in the Eastern District.

"Hurry up and write, go to bed after writing!" The plump woman urged her son to hurry up and do his homework in a sharp tone. She is eager to see her son Jackie Chan and personally supervises it every night.

"Got it! Mommy~"The little boy is about eight years old, and his big bright eyes have not yet been blinded by the dirty world.

The room was so quiet that only the rustle of a little boy holding a pencil in his homework book could be heard.

Suddenly, the little boy stopped. pursed her red lips and made a clear childlike voice: "Mommy, I miss grandma." ”

"Think what you want! Let me go into the house and sleep! At the mention of the long-winded old woman in her life, a nameless anger rose in the hearts of women.

At his mother's reprimand, the boy went back to his small room full of cartoon stickers in tears.

The woman's anger was still down, and she slammed the door shut.

Midnight came, and homeless lonely ghosts wandered outside. There is a ghost of home, and dreams are entrusted to relatives. There are exceptions~

"Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swam by. Come and count it, two, four, six, seven eight~" A flashing electric toy car sings in the living room!

The noisy singing woke up the woman in her dream! The woman opened her eyes suddenly, and her heart trembled: "How can a toy car ring automatically~" She clearly remembered that the battery of the toy car that the old woman bought for her grandson had long since run out of power, and it had not been replaced for two years~