Old Zhang followed the instructions.
He bought tofu, incense, and paper money, then hollowed out the tofu and filled it with the paste he had bought from Blind Wang.
It was pretty expensive.
But Blind Wang said his paste was different from ordinary paste.
It worked better.
It could glue a ghost's mouth shut.
Whether it was true or not, at a time like this, even if he had his doubts, Old Zhang could only grit his teeth and pay.
When midnight came.
The whole world fell silent.
Old Zhang lit incense and candles in the courtyard, burned the paper money, and set out the tofu. According to Blind Wang, ghosts loved tofu. If he burned money and offered incense to them as well, they would definitely come out.
But ordinary people couldn't see them.
If he wanted to see them,
he had to bend over and look between his legs when the incense ash on the ground began swirling in a regular pattern.
If the ghosts had been summoned by him,
he would be able to see them.
"You have to watch them eat the tofu. If they don't eat it, pick it up and offer it to them. Say some nice things and persuade them to eat."
Although he was somewhat frightened,
Old Zhang wanted to restore his peaceful life.
So he could only follow the instructions.
Sure enough.
Before long, a swirling wind appeared. It moved in a regular pattern, circling around the offerings.
Old Zhang nervously bent over.
He looked through the space between his legs.
In an instant.
Several people appeared in the previously empty courtyard. Their bodies were blue and swollen, and their eyes were dull. They wore old, filthy rags, and stiffly walked toward the plate of tofu.
One of them seemed to