Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

I glanced again at the two cars stopped nearby. At that moment, they had turned into paper-crafted Audi models—offerings made for the dead. Speaking of paper crafts, let me briefly explain. When the living make offerings to the deceased—things like paper donkeys, oxen, carts, and even full houses—the spirits don't use them the way we think. If they wish to walk through the world of the living, they must attach their soul to these vessels.

The grasshopper and spider I captured earlier? Same principle. Insects are easy to inhabit due to their low spiritual intelligence. Once everything was properly taken care of, I got back into the car. I grabbed a bottle of mineral water and splashed it in Cui Hai's face.

"Aiyama! Ghosts!" he screamed, springing up in terror.

I smacked him hard. "Cut it out. Get a grip and start driving again."

Once he calmed down, I added coldly,"Don't ask anything. Just drive."

He reluctantly pressed down on the gas. The countryside road was flanked by drooping willow trees. Aside from the total absence of human presence, the scenery was quite beautiful. After about another half hour of driving, an old woman suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. She was struggling to push a rusty, street-sweeper style cart. And right ahead was a slope.

Our speed naturally slowed, and we both grew worried—what if she lost control and that heavy cart came rolling straight at us?

"What the hell's this old lady doing? Can't she push off to the side?"Cui Hai blared the horn. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" He smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

"Shut up. Open the window," I snapped.

"Bro Bao, I'm getting out. This whole road's been cursed. First we saw paper dolls, now some creepy granny?!" He was already halfway to the door, clearly wanting to go yell at her.

I frowned hard. Dumbass. Pushing a cart through desolate mountains? What is this, an ice cream vendor?I was really fed up. So I punched him square in the face.

"Open the damn window. Say one more thing and I'll let you die here."

Startled, Cui Hai obeyed and rolled the window down.

I leaned my head out and shouted,"Granny, what are you pushing that's so heavy?"

Without even looking back, she replied,"I'm old now, just pushing out some stuff I don't need at home to sell off."

I asked, "Granny, you're this old—where are your kids?"

"I live alone. My children are all gone. Poor, isn't it? Young man, I look so pitiful, and you're not even going to help me push?"

I smiled and said gently,"Well, the thing is, I don't know what you've got in that cart, so I don't really dare help."

The old woman suddenly stopped."You wanna look inside?"

"No need, no need. Granny, take your time. We're in no rush," I quickly retracted into the car and shut the window.

Cui Hai immediately asked what that was all about, why I was saying such strange things.

If my guess was correct, what she was pushing were the corpses of the three classmates who died yesterday. Add in two more souls, and she could complete her son's revenge. I didn't want to scare him, so I kept my mouth shut.

But even Cui Hai could sense something was wrong. The old woman stayed in front of us the entire way, slowly pushing her cart forward until dusk. The longer it went on, the more nervous he got. His cocky attitude from before was gone.

By early evening, we finally saw police lights flashing at a crossroads up ahead. I let out a long sigh of relief.

We were saved.

Police, after all, are the mortal realm's equivalent of underworld enforcers. They naturally counteract ghosts. And Cui Hai had obviously been cursed—traveling with him meant I was caught up in the mess too.