A paper man is floating on the grave, the atmosphere is strange.

"Taoist priest, is my uncle back?" Huang Jianshu asked tremblingly. He was the first time to see something like Zhaohun and his face turned white with fear. Sanshu had some immunity from the ghost thing last night. Now he is staring at the paper man with wide eyes.

"the heaven is clear and the earth is holy. All the ghosts listen to the order. The order is made according to the law. I'm in a hurry to clear the spirit. I'm informed of the good and bad things. I'm in a hurry according to the order of the...