Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was a little ghost in the temple. It was very, very small. No one could find him sleeping in the corner for thousands of years. He slept for thousands of years. One day, he woke up and never slept again. The little ghost said, "I can't sleep!" What should I do? Who disturbed me when I was sleeping! The little ghost was furious and said, "It turns out he is just such a little ghost. Why should I be evil?" The man in white shook his head, picked up the little ghost and tied him up. The little ghost said, "Get out of here! Who is this guy? Be gentle!" He thought that the ghost collection was over, but who knew that there were still more than a dozen big ghosts surrounding the temple, ready to take action...
Concept: A decent family knows that ghosts are screaming to kill, but the little ghosts have been sealed in the ghost world for thousands of years, because their lord loves a human and has waited for thousands of years for that human. They say ghosts don't last long, but what about humans. Evil people are evil people after all, just like in this world, some people gnash their teeth with hatred, and some ghosts enjoy it with relish.