“Please lend me a fire to ward off evil and extend the day.” The little ghost, holding an unlit lantern, stood respectfully in front of the fire as he spoke and bowed.0

Silently, the lantern lit up. Song You also found this quite wonderful as he watched.0

“Thank you, Mountain God.” The little ghost bowed again, then turned to Song You and smiled, “It's done. Please follow me, I'll send you out of the market.”0

“Alright.” Song You followed him, chatting as they walked.0

“Are you from the previous dynasty?”0

“How did you know, Daoist Master?”0

“The way you address people is different.”0

“What do you mean?”0

“Since the Great Yan Dynasty was established, common people prefer to call Daoist priests and Daoists among the people ‘Mister’.”0

“I see. Then I'll call you ‘Mister’ too.”0

“Whatever you prefer is fine.”0

“Then I'll go with ‘Daoist Master’.”0

The little ghost walked ahead with the lantern, casting a patch of firelight on the ground that resembled the color of dusk. “I am indeed from the previous dynasty, but I was born during its final years. At that time, the world was in chaos. Demons and ghosts frequently appeared. My parents and I were eaten by a fierce tiger while traveling through these mountains, turning me into a ghost of a devoured victim.0

“However, spring came quickly, and with Jingzhe, thunder...0