Night fell and fog filled the air.
White streamers rustled in the air, red mourning clothes fluttered gently, and round paper money was spread on the ground...
Skeletons crawled out of the cemetery, their skeletons creaking together.
Qiao Ji emerged from the water, swaying her charming figure, and the river water dripped down.
The ghost baby huddled in the corner, biting his finger until it was broken, red blood overflowing from his mouth, and his giggles echoed through the night sky.
Ghosts dance in the air, zombies sing on the ground...
Thin Sanskrit words are everywhere, and the coldness fills every corner, taking away the last chance of life.
They were jubilant and jumping, the faint green fire flashed from the eyes of the skeleton, the bells on Qiao Ji's ankles rang, and the ghost baby staggered forward...
A new era of Hyakki is coming!
[Warm reminder] This article is purely the author's fault. If you are fooled, that's right.