Weird News at the Foot of the Qilian Mountains

When I was 7 years old, the summer night in the wheat field of Qilian Mountain was extremely cold. I saw with my own eyes Uncle Wang from the same village floating towards the mountains, the whirlpool in the red mist carrying the souls of the dead, a big-headed dwarf and a half-faced weirdo staring at me at the entrance of the village... Grandma said this was the evil spirit of Lenglongling, but when she used three chopsticks to stand water and burned a broom to drive away the evil spirits, I smelled the warmth of the smoke. Only later did I understand that the strange legends of Qilian Mountains contained the most feared hallucinations of childhood, as well as the warmest protection. Were the scares and folklore spooks of those years really ghosts, or were they the carnival of childhood imagination?