Demons are not necessarily evil. Some demons are the souls of grandmothers who guard the old house and refuse to leave; some demons are the obsession of scholars waiting for someone to return; some demons just want to see the cherry blossoms in spring again. Carrying a shabby copy of "5000 Demon Records" on his back, he traveled throughout China's mountains, rivers and villages, not to succumb to demons, but to listen to the demons tell a story. On rainy nights in western Hunan, I listened to mountain ghosts reciting poems; on the bridgehead in the south of the Yangtze River, I watched water ghosts fulfill their wishes; in the wilderness of the northwest, I watched the tombs with bones turned into spirits... It turns out that the most touching thing is not catching monsters. But hear the sadness and tenderness that have been forgotten.
(The content of the story is purely fictional, please do not bring it into reality)
