This is a collection of folk ghost stories composed of countless anecdotes from the mountains, strange stories from the streets, and mysteries from the countryside. There is no protagonist throughout, but it contains the most real warmth, warmth, and fear in the world.
The cries in the middle of the night under the old locust tree at the head of the village, the ever-extinguishing oil lamp in the deserted house, the past that the ferryman kept silent about, the blurry figure bumped into by the late-night commuter, the inexplicable moving objects in the old house, the unburned paper money in front of the grave... One by one, they are all rural anecdotes passed down by word of mouth, hidden in twilight, deserted villages, rainy nights and old dreams.
There is no deliberately exaggerated bloody horror here, only the gloom and sadness that are close to the fireworks of the world: there is the obsession with injustice, the concern about the separation of yin and yang, the reincarnation of good and evil being rewarded, and the shocking human heart. Each short story is independent, and each story echoes each other, piecing together a picture of folk anecdotes hidden under the fireworks.
Not all ghosts are evil, and not all people are good. When night falls and the lights go out, those stories hidden in the dark will quietly speak.
