Supernatural Live Broadcast: Huang Mao and the Clay Sculpture Co-Pilot

There was a muffled sneeze, and the soreness and swelling in the nasal cavity went straight to the sky. In the early morning, the suburban road was entangled in the darkness like a dead snake. Zhang Ren wrapped his thin shirt tightly and sneezed again. The paper ball mixed with incense ash was swept away by the night wind. Around the Hungry Ghost Festival, paper money is burned in the sky and on the ground, and the moon glows with a strange purple halo like a bloodshot eye.