July 14th, Hungry Ghost Festival.

Hong Kong Island, Tung Ping Chau.

The air was filled with the strong smell of incense, and the faint sound of gongs and drums could be heard. It was the troupe hired by the villagers who raised funds to set up a stage to sing opera.

Tung Ping Chau is a small island on the northeast edge of Hong Kong Island, located in Mirs Bay and belongs to Tai Fu District.

Because of its remote location and little commercial resources or industrial value, this small island covering an area of ​​1.16 square kilometers is very poor and backward. Compared with the developed and prosperous city of Hong Kong Island, it is even more barren.

There are not many residents on the island. There are only 70 or 80 households with two to three hundred people, and most of them are the feudal and old-fashioned older generation. Most of the energetic young people have gone to the city, leaving only the old people who cannot leave their hometown.

On this remote island, life is ruined.

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

Every year on July 14th, villagers, led by several large households, raise funds to invite a troupe to sing for three days and three nights to welcome and send off their ancestors to ensure safety.

This happens every year, without exception.

The opera is singing, the fire is burning, and there are braziers and fires in front of every house, burning paper money and offering sacrifices to ancestors.

The family had burned all the paper money and left the brazier outside the door.

But unexpectedly, a little boy came over and unzipped his pants directly beside the brazier.

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared and hugged the boy aside.

The boy turned his head and looked around, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a military police uniform and a serious face holding him, and not far behind him stood a tall young man also wearing a military uniform, with a tall and straight posture.

"Uncle Feng, Brother Yang!"

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

The middle-aged man rubbed the boy's head first, and then taught him a lesson: "Don't urinate into the brazier. Do you know that? Go back quickly, your father is looking for you."

"oh!"

The boy nodded, picked up his pants, and left obediently.

The middle-aged man also stood up and walked home with the young man carrying large and small bags in both hands.

As soon as the two of them passed the corner, they heard a scream.

"Oh, third wife, look at you, you're on fire!"

"Ah, people are really useless when they get old. I'll get some water!"

In front of the door, a girl hurriedly brought a basin to put out the burning brazier.

The middle-aged man immediately rushed forward and stopped the girl's movement: "Don't splash!"

As he said that, he picked up a bamboo pole and slowly carried the burning object back into the brazier.

"Uncle?"

Seeing this, although the girl stopped her movements, she still couldn't help asking: "Why can't it be splashed?"

"On the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, once a year, the ancestors return to the sun and enjoy alms. If you come here in good spirits and come back in bad spirits..."

The middle-aged man held the brazier and turned to the girl and asked, "What do you think will happen?"

"oh!"

The girl nodded in sudden realization, and just as she was about to reply, she saw an old man running out of the house carrying a basin.

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

"Third wife, don't splash it!"

"ah!"

The girl quickly turned around to stop the old man from splashing the water, but she didn't want to be in a hurry and spilled the water instead.

"Pfft!"

A basin of cold water was poured down, extinguishing the brazier directly, and not even the middle-aged man had time to stop it.

The old man was holding the empty water basin. Before he knew what was happening, he saw the ashes that had been poured out by the water in the brazier suddenly turning, forming a cold whirlwind that made everyone feel chilled.

"This... is a ghost, there is a ghost!"

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

"fine!"

Only the middle-aged man remained calm in the face of 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 hurried back to the house to get some paper money for incense candles.

"Third Wife, kneel down."

The middle-aged man led the old man to kneel down, tore out a paper figurine from the yellow paper, then rolled up a lock of the old man's hair with an incense stick and pulled it off. Then he stacked glasses and poured wine, causing the wine to flow out, and gradually removed the little paper figurine.

With his feet soaked, he slowly knelt down towards the brazier.

"Third Po, kowtow sincerely and admit your mistake to it."

"Okay, okay!"

The old man prostrated himself and said repeatedly: "Don't be surprised if there are strange things, don't be surprised if there are strange things..."

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

immediately……

"boom!"

The paper man burned himself without fire, and the ashes in the brazier also ignited.

"alright!"

The middle-aged man nodded, helped the old man up and said, "Third Wife, get up. He has accepted your apology."

"Is everything really okay?"

"It's really okay, don't worry, Alian, help Third Po back to rest."

"oh oh!"

The girl helped the frightened old man and walked into the house.

But don't want to...

"Crunch!"

The old man's hands and feet were trembling, and he didn't know what he bumped into, causing a door panel to fall, blowing away the newly lit brazier in an instant.

"call!"

Suddenly, the dark wind roared, and a large amount of ashes spun 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 was just an unintentional mistake!"

The dark wind ignored it and came roaring again.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined, Ayang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man carrying large and small bags walking out of the house and approaching the middle-aged man.

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

"Get it done!"

The dark wind howled with ashes, and the middle-aged man said a word, then turned around to protect the girl and the old man into the house.

"Um!"

The young man nodded, facing the howling wind, he raised his right hand.

In his hand was a short-barreled shotgun!

immediately……

"boom!"

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

Cinnabar bullets!

Cinnabar is yin in nature and yang in body. It can drive away evil spirits and cure evil. It is the most powerful thing to restrain yin evil. Even old ghosts would not dare to touch it easily.

Not to mention that this cinnabar bullet shoots out with fire, and with a sudden blow, even if the opponent is an old ghost who came out of the gate of hell on July 14th, he will be seriously injured...

I saw the dark wind dissipating, the cinnabar fire burning, and a twisted human figure vaguely appeared, letting out bursts of mournful wails.

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

"ah!!!"

Hearing a shrill scream, the cinnabar-flaming figure flew out like a cannonball and crashed into the brick wall behind it, but ended up melting into the wall, trying to escape.

Without saying a word, Xu Yang raised his hand and fired again, and vermilion fire rain burst out and sprayed on the wall.
To be continued...