Last week, I was walking through a square at night and saw red envelopes on the ground.

I thought it was superstitious and picked one up, but after doing so, I started feeling stomach discomfort.
As I kept walking, I saw an old man with white hair smiling eerily, and a limbless old man was constantly lying on a house, staring at me.
At that moment, I thought I might have been cursed, and I figured, well, there's nothing I can do, so I might as well accept misfortune to ward off disaster.
After going inside, I saw a few people dressed the same, like followers.
I gave them the money, and they gave me a few headless dead chickens and some dark, murky water, which I swallowed, and I started feeling better.
From then on, everyone should just believe it’s better not to believe in these things than to believe in them.
When I came out, I realized that it was actually KFC.