Ela tem um deus fantasma de nível máximo na mão, por que você foi provocá-la?

It was the Ghost Festival, the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, at nine o'clock in the evening.

A girl stood before a communal burner by the side of the street. Clad in a baggy blue-and-white school uniform, her pale face flickered between light and shadow, illuminated by the tongues of fire licking from the hearth.

In her hand, she clutched a stack of joss paper. She fed them into the flames one by one, her spirits low as she watched them curl, melt, and dissolve into ash.

"Mom, Dad, Uncle came by today," she whispered. "He said... they're planning to sell this apartment, so I won't be able to rent it anymore."

"But... it's okay! I ranked first in the school on the last final exams, and I placed in the top three in the provincial math competition a while ago. The prize money adds up to a few thousand yuan. I can use it to find a new place, so please don't worry about me..."

At this, a soft sob escaped her throat. She raised her arm, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks with her sleeve.

"Mom, Dad... I really miss you."

As her voice faded, the flames in the burner flared up. A sudden gust of wind swept through, sending sparks and charred paper scraps swirling into the night sky.

The wind grew stronger, sending a shiver down her spine. Looking across at the deserted street, a sudden wave of unease washed over her.

Steeling herself, she waited until the last of the embers died out before turning to walk slowly toward the dilapidated apar