CH 1

It was night, and a light wind passed through the dimly light street, blowing the rows of red lanterns hanging on the buildings on both sides of the road. The empty street had closed stalls on both sides of it. Only occasionally are a few stray cats seen coming out to search for food making rustling noises. Only one door remained open, ‘Fu Xi Inn’ was brightly lit, and the lanterns hung high in the inn swayed, an old man with a slightly hunched back facing the open door walked in. He stood at the door, looked briefly at the dark sky, and slowly closed the door.

The old man, surnamed Yan, was the lamp watcher in the inn. After he extinguished all the lights in the inn, he fumbled for a matchbox from his pocket, and skillfully: took out and lit one, the flame trembled slightly, and ignited an oil lamp. Old Yan took the long-handled lamp and walked slowly towards the backyard. In the backyard, there are several rooms specially built for long-term workers. At this time, it was late at night, and the doors of all the rooms were closed, and the sound of snoring could be vaguely heard from an unknown room. Old Yan walked slowly, his footsteps making no sounds. He walked to the door of a room with ease, jumped on his tiptoes, picked up the cover of the night watch light hanging on the door, cut off the wick of one section, covered it again, and then slowly went to the other room. The wind suddenly blew flickering the light on the oil lamp, but calm was soon restored.

Afterward, he picked up the long-handled lamp, “Wang Wang! Wang Wang Wang!” A few barks suddenly sounded, Old Yan felt a little suspicious and covered the lampshade in his hand.

There is a kennel next to the horse stable in the backyard of the inn, an old dog lived in it, because of his old age

in the daytime, he just lies in his kennel and ignores people’s attention, let alone bark?

Old Yan squinted, he looked at the place where the dog was staying, a little nervous, his old hunched back curved even more. His hand holding the lamp handle tightened The wind on autumn nights is always cold and a little wet. The old man shivered and felt a little scared inexplicably. “Forget it, it’s okay to be a little ignorant.” Old Yan shrunk and returned to his room.

The boy scratched his head and shouted “Since this is the case, then I am not in hurry to leave.

"Okay, you forced me." The young man bit his finger, put the blood on the fire talisman, lit and threw it forward. The fire talisman seemed to have encountered something combustible, rapidly expanding. Seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, the ghost didn't react at all. "Aren't you afraid ?" The young man was shocked and tried to guess what the other party was up to.

The young man fixed his eyes and looked toward the sound. A bridge appeared, a red-clothed woman was sitting on the edge, her fair calf swaying, a charming smile on her face and a big dog lay beside her. " That poor dumb ghost, he couldn't even cry out before it was gone"

The woman's face is enchantingly beautiful, smooth, and clear like mutton jade. The young man watched the fire gradually extinguish, and for a while, he didn't know what to say. it seemed like the woman in front of him isn't human at all.

"What are you"? the teenager asked.