Half of July, Hundreds of Ghosts Escape

In the middle of the seventh month of the Yuan Dynasty, the underworld was noisy, and the gates of ghosts were broken and the souls were numerous. Skeletons dance where the rotten shackles are broken, and the soul collapses when the rotten ropes are broken. The fangs on the green face were flashing, and the red eyes were blazing with dark fire. Unkempt and dirty hair covers the evil face, and the broken robe covers the strange flag. She disappears into the hustle and bustle, and hides in the market place. The back alleys are deep and secluded, harboring hostility, and the ancient houses are gloomy and harbor traces of resentment. There is a mess of fruits and vegetables in front of the Xiaoshi stall, which is suspected to be due to the magic hand playing Chaodun. In the hustle and bustle of the dimly lit tavern, there may be demon eyes peering into the drunken soul. The old woman leaned on the railing and trembled, while the urchins ran away crying. The shamans chanted mantras to pray for a peaceful day, and the common people closed their doors in anticipation of dawn. The paper boat floats across the river in memory of the distant past, waiting for the light of day to calm down the ghost plague.