The hungry ghosts, once they got their hands on the buns, couldn't wait to start devouring them. Ordinarily, it would be difficult for a hungry ghost to swallow a bun down its throat.
But the marvel lies in the fact that the buns, after being chewed by them, transform into a mixture of ink and Purple Oil Spring Rain, smoothly passing through a throat smaller than a needle's eye, entering the belly that constantly burns with flames.
Then, the flames within their bellies were truly extinguished.
The hungry ghosts who had swallowed the buns seemed as if all their strength had been drained from them, collapsing directly onto the ground.
Some black air rose from their bodies, as if shedding a layer of skin, revealing the forms of the Human Race underneath.
"We..."
"Where is this place..."
They, no, it should be said they slowly stood up, their eyes full of confusion and an unnoticeable joy.
