July 14, Midyear Day.

Hong Kong Island, Tung Ping Chau.

The air was filled with the strong smell of incense, and the sound of gongs and drums could be faintly heard, which was the team invited by the villagers to raise funds to sing on stage.

Tung Ping Chau is a small island on the northeastern edge of Hong Kong Island, located in Mirs Bay, which belongs to Taifu District.

Because of its remote location, little commercial resources and no industrial value, this small island covering an area of 1.16 square kilometers is very poor and backward, and compared with the developed and prosperous Hong Kong Island metropolis, it is even poorer.

There are not many inhabitants on the island, only seventy or eighty households, two or three hundred people, and most of them are feudal and old-fashioned older generations, energetic young people, basically all go to the city, leaving only the old people who are difficult to leave their homeland, but they are still alive on this remote island.

But the older generation also has the pursuit and persistence of the older generation, such as the opera and folk customs that are disdained by young people.

Every year on July 14, the villagers will raise funds under the leadership of several large families, and invite the opera troupe to sing for three days and three nights in a row to welcome and send off the ancestors to ensure safety.

Every year, without exception.

The play is singing, the fire is burning, and the brazier is seen in front of each house, burning paper money, and sacrificing to the ancestors.

The family had burned the paper money, leaving the brazier outside.

But he didn't want a little boy to come over, so he pulled his pants directly by the brazier.

At that moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared and took the boy aside.

The boy turned his head to look and saw a middle-aged man wearing a military police uniform with a serious face holding him, and not far behind him stood a tall young man who was also wearing a military uniform.

"Uncle Feng, Brother Yang!"

The boy seemed to know the two well, and greeted them immediately.

The middle-aged man first rubbed the boy's head, and then taught him a lesson: "Don't pee in the brazier, do you know, go back quickly, your father is looking for you." ”

"Oh!"

The boy nodded, lifted his pants, and walked away.

The middle-aged man also stood up and walked home with the young man with a large bag in his hand.

As soon as the two of them crossed the corner, they saw an exclamation.

"Oh, third woman, look at you, it's on fire!"

"Ah, it's really useless when people are old, I'll go get water!"

In front of the door, a young girl hurriedly brought a basin of water to extinguish the flames.

The middle-aged man immediately rushed forward and stopped the girl's movements: "Can't splash!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up a bamboo pole and unhurriedly picked up the burning object back into the brazier.

"Uncle?"

Seeing this, although the girl stopped moving, she still couldn't help asking: "Why can't you splash?" ”

"July 14, once a year, the ancestors return to the yang, enjoy the generosity, if you come with the prosperity and return with the defeat......"

The middle-aged man carried the brazier, and the reverse girl asked, "What do you say will happen?" ”

"Oh!"

The girl nodded in realization, and was about to reply, when she saw an old man trotting out of the house with a basin of water.

"The water is coming, the water is coming!"

"Third woman, you can't splash!"

"Ahh

The girl hurriedly turned around and stopped the old man from splashing water, but she didn't want to be in a hurry, so she splashed the water instead.

"Poof!"

A basin of cold water poured down, directly extinguishing the brazier, and even the middle-aged man didn't have time to stop it.

The old man took the empty basin of water, and before he knew what was happening, he saw the ashes in the brazier that had been extinguished by the water turn violently, forming a cold whirlwind that made people feel cold all over the body.

"This ...... Ghosts, ghosts! ”

The old man's body trembled, and he was very frightened.

"It's fine!"

Only the middle-aged man was in danger, raised his hand to block the old man's eyes, and then said to the girl: "Bring the incense candle and yellow paper." ”

"Oh!"

The girl nodded, and hurriedly went back to the house to get a piece of incense and candle paper money.

"Third woman, kneel."

The middle-aged man led the old man to kneel, tore out a paper figure from the yellow paper, and then used an incense candle stick to wrap a lock of the old man's hair and tear it off, and then folded the glass and poured the wine, so that the wine flowed out, gradually soaking the feet of the little paper man, and slowly kneeling down to the brazier.

"Third woman, kowtow sincerely and admit your mistakes to it."

"Good, good!"

The old man bowed down and said again and again: "There is no strange, there is no strange......"

With the old man's words, the paper money ashes swirling in the yin wind slowly fell and returned to the basin.

Forthwith......

"Boom!"

The paper figure burns itself without fire, and the ashes in the brazier also ignite.

"That's it!"

The middle-aged man nodded, helped the old man up and said, "Third woman, get up, it accepts your apology." ”

"Are you really okay?"

"It's really fine, don't worry, Ah Lian, help the third woman go back to rest."

"Oooh!"

The girl helped the frightened old man to the house.

But I don't want to......

"Crunch!"

The old man's hands and feet trembled, and he didn't know what he had touched, causing a door panel to fall, blowing the freshly lit brazier apart in an instant.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the wind howled, and a large amount of ash swirled up, crashing towards the old man and the girl like a flock of crows.

The middle-aged man stepped forward quickly, blocked the incoming wind, and shouted in a deep voice: "It's just an unintentional mistake!" ”

But the yin wind ignored it, and howled again.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold: "Toast and don't eat and drink, Ah Yang!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the young man with a large bag walking out of the house and coming to the middle-aged man.

I don't know when, he went into the house and put down his things.

"Get it!"

The yin wind whistled in the ashes, and the middle-aged man left a sentence, and then turned around to escort the girl and the old man into the house.

"Hmm!"

The young man nodded, and in the face of the howling wind, he directly raised his right hand.

In his hand, there is a short-barreled shotgun without a stock!

Forthwith......

"Boom!"

The trigger was pulled, the gunfire roared, and a vermilion flame swept out, scattering the yin wind.

Cinnabar bomb!

Cinnabar yin body yang, can drive away evil and cure evil, the most restraining yin and evil things, even if it is an old ghost, do not dare to touch it easily.

Not to mention that this cinnabar bomb, the fire erupted, and under the blow, even if the other party was July 14, the old ghost who came out of the ghost gate was also injured.

I saw that the yin wind collapsed, the cinnabar fire burned, and a twisted human form faintly appeared, letting out bursts of mournful wails.

Xu Yang's expression remained unchanged, he stepped forward, turned over, and kicked heavily on the humanoid's chest.

"Ah!!h

With a terrible scream, the cinnabar fiery figure flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the brick wall behind it, only to melt into the wall and want to escape.

Xu Yang didn't say a word, raised his hand and fired another shot, and the vermilion fire rain burst out and sprayed on the wall.

Suddenly......

"Ah!!h

The cinnabar was dotted, the charcoal was red, and the twisted human form was nailed into the wall, unable to swim, and let out a terrible wail.

Xu Yang was unmoved, put away the shotgun with his backhand, and then leaned over to pick up two half-burned incense candles from the ground, twisted and pinched his hands, and the incense candles shattered into ashes, attached to his palm, and spontaneously combusted without fire.

Xu Yang stepped forward, using his palm as a pen, incense candle powder and ash as ink, stained with a little charcoal cinnabar particles, smeared on the wall, and in a blink of an eye, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and painted the word "edict" with vermilion.

"Boom!"

The vermilion flame burned, the edict was like iron, burning on the wall, giving birth to wisps of green smoke, the distorted human form had collapsed, and the mournful wailing and roaring had gradually died down, leaving only sporadic cries for mercy.

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, spare my life, spare my life!!"

The cry of a cry for mercy was full of pain and weakness, like the cry of a dying man.

Xu Yang stood in front of the wall, turned over and took out a yellow cloth, covered it on the wall and extinguished the word edict of cinnabar fire, and then removed the yellow cloth, and there was already a cloud of yellow and green viscous liquid in the center.

That's—Yin Blood and Spiritual Flesh!

Yin spirits have no physical body, and naturally there is no flesh and blood in the conventional sense, and the so-called yin blood and spirit flesh are actually the three souls and seven spirits of yin spirits.

The soul of this old ghost has been dispersed, and all the accumulated yin and evil qi has collapsed, but the soul is scattered but not extinguished, and it is in a state of half-immortality and half-immortality, so that it can be sealed in this yellow cloth.

Xu Yang put away the yellow cloth, rolled it and shook it, tied it into a knot, carried it in his hand like a burden, and walked towards the house.

The middle-aged man also happened to come out of the house, holding a wine jar and a bowl of wax oil in his hands.

"Master."

Xu Yang handed the burden to the man: "Okay." ”

"Hmm!"

The man nodded, took the burden, and put it in the altar, and then the two entered the house, put the wine jar in front of the altar, and poured wax oil to seal the mouth of the altar.

"Uncle, Brother Yang!"

The girl also came to the hall, looked at the man and Xu Yang, and asked curiously, "That...... Nailed it? ”

"Or else?"

Uncle Feng put the sealed jar on the altar, and then turned back to the girl and said, "Remember, every twenty-sixth day of the new year, each of the old friends here must burn a stick of incense. ”

"Got it!"

The girl smiled, looked at Uncle Feng, then looked at Xu Yang, covered her mouth and smiled: "Uncle, Brother Yang, although you are wearing police uniforms, you look more like Taoist priests than policemen." ”

"Taoist priests, like policemen, are people who do the right thing for heaven."

Uncle Feng turned his head and looked at Xu Yang, a rare smile appeared on his unsmiling face: "Clean up and eat." ”

"Hmm!"

Xu Yang nodded and turned to the kitchen.

"Brother Yang, I'll help!"

Seeing this, the girl also jumped forward and rushed forward, but was glared back by Uncle Feng, who had taken off his police uniform.

"Helper, it's almost the same to steal food, don't get in the way here, go out and set the dishes and chopsticks."

"Uncle, why do you say that, I have also learned how to cook well."

“……”