He Shu once had a legendary experience that many people will never have in their lifetime, but now he just wants to be a salted fish. This simple wish was broken on the night of Ghost Festival. Ghost Festival, the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the gates of ghosts are wide open. As the saying goes, on the day of Zhongyuan, the evil spirits are all over their nests, all the demons howl, and idlers are not allowed to travel at night. He Shu picked up a strange guest on Ghost Festival, met a strange bird, and dealt with the strange neighbor across the door for the first time. In the end he found that the strangest thing was his neighbor. Guanghan, this man with a weird name, handsome enough to be a trafficker, but colder than the frozen Lake Baikal—— He Shu only felt the breath rushing towards his face, as cold as the other party, but with an indescribable fragrance. It’s very similar, the aftertaste of the incense ash wafting in the air after it burns out. He was caught off guard, letting the tip of the man’s nose almost close to his own, and then down his cheek, sniffing lightly on the neck and shoulders, with a strong breath, He Shu heard him say: “Your death is near.”