"There were too many people watching that day, and nobody paid much attention at first. Before long, a big crowd had gathered. Everything had been going just fine. That expert had set up a ritual altar, with a bronze cauldron, they said, and he'd slaughtered pigs and sheep as offerings. The incense he burned was as thick as a finger, and the smoke made it hard for people to keep their eyes open. He kept dancing around and chanting sutras. Everyone thought it was entertaining, and they laughed and joked. The murderer was kneeling beside the altar, chanting along and all that. Suddenly, everyone saw the hanged ghost appear in a tree ahead. It was covered in knife wounds. It wasn't bleeding, but they say black stuff oozed out of the wounds, some kind of thick pus or something. It was terrifying to look at. People from Huixiang are brave, though. They cried out a couple of times, then went right on watching. The expert took some kind of object and thrust it at the hanged ghost. The ghost seemed to come alive and started struggling, but after a few moments, it stopped moving. It was dead for good."
The security guard sighed. "That should have been the end of it. But who could've guessed? The expert looked around with his yin-yang eyes and—would you believe it?—there were a whole bunch of hanged ghosts dangling from the surrounding trees, with other little ghosts hiding nearby. He hated evil with a passion, so he immediately grabbed his gear and prepared to capture them all. That was when a black wind swept through the park. The people watching knew something was wrong and got ready to run. I don't know how many ghosts the expert managed to capture, but the others suddenly