On the night of the Zhongyuan Festival, the spirits roamed freely, the gates to the underworld opened, the yin energy grew heavy, making it easier to encounter malevolent forces!

"Mu Yang, today is the Ghost Festival. Don't work overtime."

"No way! I haven't finished writing yet. This manuscript needs to be published tomorrow."

A male colleague approached in a playful manner, looking around mysteriously. He waved his hand, beckoning the surrounding colleagues to gather around!

The male colleague lowered his voice, filled with an eerie tone. "Do you all know what day it is today? The Ghost Festival!"

"What does it matter? Are you afraid of ghosts? It's already the modern age, and yet you still believe in such things."

"Words can't be said like that. Everything passed down by our ancestors serves a purpose. Do you know who is more likely to encounter ghosts when going out today?"

"I don't know, whether you believe it or not, but I'm curious too. Why don't you tell me?"

My male colleague cleared his throat and took a sip from his water glass. "People with excessive desires are prone to exhaustion, and those with guilty hearts easily see shadows. Wrongdoers with guilty hearts become ghostly figures. Furthermore, those who are lustful or promiscuous, constantly anxious individuals, and those who consistently work overtime and stay up late like us, will have their yin and yang imbalanced, their qi and blood out of harmony, and are more likely to encounter apparitions."

The male colleague's words were chilling, and a few timid girls had already discussed going home together. As the saying goes, "It's not the fear of ten thousand possibilities, but the fear of one unexpected event." It's best not to encounter that thing, of course, but in case we do, it would be reassuring to have someone with courage.

The male colleague laughed sarcastically and said, "Look at your weak hearts. Let me tell you, don't work overtime today. It's already 7:30 now. Be careful when you are on the road. If someone calls out your full name from behind, absolutely do not turn around."

Although she was afraid, her curiosity got the better of her and the girl quietly asked, "What will happen if we turn back?"

A person has three flames, on their shoulders and above their head. These are the three guardian lights. If you look back, the lights will be extinguished. Once all the lights are extinguished, there is a possibility of being captured by vengeful spirits.

After the male colleague finished speaking, he also made a ghost-catching gesture, which frightened the female colleague and made her scream loudly!

I was really scared. Let's go home first. We can continue writing tomorrow, come earlier!"

"Alright, let's go then."

A few female colleagues packed their belongings and said goodbye to their male colleagues and Mu Yang as they carried their bags.

Mu Yang leaned back in the chair, twisted his neck, and stretched lazily. His voice was lazy, like a cat. "Wang Yi, why do you enjoy scaring people so much? You're scaring the girls out of their wits."

"Who's scaring them? These are all ancient ancestral treasures. On the day of the Ghost Festival, one should not pat others' shoulders, avoid walking close to walls, refrain from going out at midnight, and not step on the gold ingot-shaped candles! There are reasons behind all these rules!"

Alright, stop talking about ghosts today. You keep mentioning it. Let's go quickly. I still have to work overtime.

Mu Yang, let me tell you, you've been working overtime and staying up late recently, you must be suffering from blood deficiency. It would be best for you to go home immediately or even just stay overnight at the office.

"Alright, let's go quickly. I'll finish writing and then go back."

Wang Yi tidied up his belongings and bid farewell to Mu Yang. He trusted in ghosts and did not want to offend his good friend. "Well then, I'll take my leave."

"Mm!"

Mu Yang lazily didn't even lift his head, holding a pen in his mouth, and swiftly typing the news script.

At 11:45 in the middle of the night, Mu Yang finally finished tidying up. It's not that Mu Yang didn't believe in ghosts; on the contrary, he believed in them more than anyone else. Since he was young, he had been able to see ghosts, but those ghosts always passed by him as if they were just brushing shoulders. He had grown accustomed to pretending not to see them.

Seeing ghosts used to be a thing for me, and seeing ghosts today doesn't seem to bother me either.

Mu Yang walked onto the road and felt that there was something strange about today. He didn't understand why there were so many good brothers following him.

There was also a silent one who followed him all the way, until he entered the room. The good brother still followed him.

Even lying on the same bed with Mu Yang.