When night had just fallen, a full moon slowly rose in the sky. With the dull bells of July 14th, the overlord of hell issued an order, and the door blocking the two realms of yin and yang was instantly opened. All those who have souls but no bodies, and all those who have no souls but only bodies, ghosts and zombies are out in force, starting to prepare for reincarnation and looking for what they need. Everyone began to panic, so they burned incense and lit paper, begged their ancestors for blessings, and hid. There were crowds of people everywhere in front of the TV, behind the sofa, under the quilt, and outside the bedside.
With the exception of one old man, he is the presiding demon of the local Faling Temple. Every year on Ghost Festival, he goes out early and comes back late. No one knows where he went or what he did. But late at night, people could always vaguely hear a woman's moans coming from his meditation room intermittently...