On the day of the Ghost Festival, everyone on the street looked at the wedding sedan escorting the bride-to-be. Who chose this day to get married? "It seems to be King Yuan." When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and stopped talking.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew, and the sky suddenly turned gloomy. Everyone's backs felt chilly, and someone trembled and said, "Why did it get cold all of a sudden?"
"Is there something dirty?" After all, today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, the gate of hell is open, and some timid ones are leaving one after another.
