Six years ago, my grandma got esophageal cancer. In order to visit her, I returned to this small village where people and ghosts once lived side by side.
Since the ghosts and demons were once neighbors, of course they had to deal with each other frequently. They had disputes about interests, and they also felt that distant relatives were not as good as close neighbors. It is a pity that in the age of the end of the Dharma, the last traces of ghosts and monsters will eventually pass away. Just like the lonely old people left behind in the countryside, they will be swallowed up by the great wheel of progress of the times. Things that have been eliminated by history and completely forgotten will one day be treated as if they never existed. The same is true for ghosts and monsters. Maybe no one will read this book, but I still want to record the stories about them. After all, they are the few common memories and beliefs between me and my relatives from the older generation.
Concept: A healing monster story, a night walk of hundreds of ghosts in the local countryside
