I met an old man in the village on the fifth day of the first year of the new year. He opened the box and told us that he had met a terrible thing that night eight years ago, because he would never be a salesman again, or even walk at night.

"Sir, have you met a ghost?" On the fifth day of the first year, I shrunk my neck, looked around habitually, and asked nervously.

"at that time, I felt something blowing cold air into my neck. I said in my heart that it was bad. I must have hit those unclean things, which scared me to carry the...