As the saying goes, on the Ghost Festival, the eighteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the Gates of Hell swing wide open. Many ghosts and monsters return to the mortal world that day to fulfill their uncompleted wishes.
That night, Qin Tian was still out delivering food. He had just finished his final delivery and was about to head home when another order came in. He opened his phone and took a look. He would have been better off not looking: a cold sweat broke out all over him.
