Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

After giving him my bank account number, I hung up the phone.Honestly, I was a little excited. I really wanted to ask the Night Wanderer how much yang lifespan I'd just earned. But he's always coming and going like a shadow, no phone, no WeChat—I had no way to reach him.

I lay in bed and slept soundly.Handling Zhou Han's family incident had delayed me for a full seven days—a steep cost for someone like me, where every day could be a matter of life and death.Now, hunting down the remaining four ghosts was top priority.

The next morning, just after dawn, I left home early.Why so early?Frankly, I was afraid of getting ambushed by Jiang Shiyu again.

The third slip of paper the Night Wanderer left me pointed to Hunnan New District, with a note saying this ghost would be tricky to catch.

So I headed there at sunrise, taking a detour to stroll along the Hun River.From the look of it, the feng shui here was excellent.My grandfather used to say: Hunnan looks like a phoenix—its shape like a bird cloaked in colorful feathers, soaring in dance.

Guchengzi area forms the head

University Town in east Hunnan makes up the wings

Shenying Road, Yushu Platform, Wangshitun, and Jinjiawan shape the tail

Form and spirit both present—a phoenix ready to fly across the four seas.

But enough bragging—let's get to business.

According to the note, this ghost had devoured frost-filth and was fleeing when it got into a taxi.Coincidentally, there was a newly purchased item of clothing left in the back seat by a previous passenger.

Naturally, the ghost hid inside the clothes.

Now I know what some of you are thinking—"Old Zhang, you're full of it. Possessed a coat? Why not just say it jumped into someone's underwear?"

All I can do is smile.

Ghosts are formless energy beings—as long as it's not something radiating pure yang energy, they can attach to anything.Underwear, though?Nope.Male or female, such items are too yang-charged—it's like poison to them.

There are even cases where someone peed on a haunted spot and got killed by a ghost for it.We'll save those stories for another time.

Anyway—once something's been possessed, it becomes a vessel of evil (邪物).Not to be confused with foul objects (煞物), which lack consciousness.

Trying to find a specific ghost in the vast sea of humanity is like trying to bump into an old friend in Times Square.But—evil attracts evil.And those tainted by it become yin-physique people, which makes them easier to locate.

All I needed to do… was set the bait.

I made a stop at the market and bought a live chicken.Then wandered until around midnight.As the streets quieted, I killed the chicken, wrapped its comb in yellow talisman paper, and stuffed it inside my jacket.

It was a cold, windy night.I stood alone on the side of Qingnian Avenue, waiting.

Every taxi that passed acted as if they couldn't see me.

Why?Because my yang energy was too strong, cloaking me from regular sight—especially to those sensitive to the unseen.

But to ghosts, my blood-smeared aura was like a candlelit cake in the dark.

Unlike normal ghosts, once a spirit possesses an object, it hungers for yang energy—the stronger, the better.

I stood for about ten minutes, and finally—A taxi stopped in front of me.

The driver rolled down the window:"Where to, buddy?"

I said, "Century Tower. You going?"

(Side note: In Shenyang, it's common to ask if a driver wants to go somewhere before getting in. Refusals are routine.)

I got in the front seat.The driver looked about forty-something, clean-shaven, in a sporty outfit.The car was spotless—seemed like a tidy guy.

As we started off, I noticed a statue of the God of Wealth on his dash.

I made casual conversation:"Nice statue, big brother. Business must be good lately, huh?"

He laughed, took a swig from a bottle of mineral water beside the God of Wealth and said:"You nailed it. I've been driving for over ten years and never found anything. But other drivers? Wallets, phones—you name it. Even old IDs can fetch a reward!"

He continued:"My shift partner has never bought a phone. Picks up four or five a year—gives them to his wife, parents. I used to be jealous as hell. But ever since I got this statue—bam! I picked up a brand-new coat over by Tawan Street. My wife tried it on—perfect fit. Took it to the store, turns out it was worth 3,800 yuan! High-end spring collection!"

I sighed inwardly.That coat… it was the problem.

He didn't know it yet, but the evil spirit was already feeding on his luck.

When the luck runs out, death comes next.

Worse still, I suspected he'd been ferrying people possessed by the spirit—not real passengers, but people who were already infected, led onto his cab.

I warned him:"Big brother, taking someone else's stuff might cause trouble. The law says anything over 3,000 yuan—you gotta report it."

He laughed it off:"Please. Everyone in the biz knows—you just say the next passenger took it. Who's gonna prove otherwise?"

It was clear the evil object was at his home. That made it harder.

So I came clean:"Look, I studied under a Daoist priest. The second I got in your cab, I knew something wasn't right—you've been tainted by evil."

He braked hard and glared at me:"What kind of bullsh*t are you talking?"

Big guy like him—if he wanted to throw hands, I'd be toast. So I backpedaled:"Wait, hear me out. Tell me if I'm wrong—you only drive this route after 11 PM, right?From Qingnian Avenue to Xia Shengou overpass, and back again?Your passengers—always along this stretch?And the money or items you find? Always during this time?"

He paused, frowning."Yeah… come to think of it, that's true."

I nodded."The problem is that coat.Tell me—how did you find it?"

He thought for a moment:"I picked up a woman near Nujiang Park. She said she was headed to Qingnian Avenue.Pretty gal, carrying the coat. But when I noticed it was left behind, I tried calling out to her… she was just gone. Vanished."

That woman… was likely under the ghost's influence.

"She was possessed," I said.

He stared at me, wide-eyed:"You serious?"

"Let me ride with you tonight. No matter who tries to hail the cab—don't stop. Understand?"

He looked unsure, so I told him to start driving."Soon you'll see for yourself. At dawn, I'll come home with you and handle it."

Convincing people they've seen a ghost?Not easy.He only believed me because this kept happening along one street.Anywhere else, he would've tossed me out.

We drove from Qingnian Avenue toward Xia Shengou.After just five minutes, a woman in white appeared, waving her hand.

The driver was hesitant, wanting to stop but glancing at me nervously.

"Slow down," I said."Look closely—what is she wearing?"

We approached.I reclined in my seat as he cracked the window.

The woman's clothes looked like a hospital gown.She was pale as death, lips curled in a mocking half-smile.She said softly: "Take me to Xia Shengou…"

The driver screamed and floored the gas.The car shot forward like a rocket.Even I broke into a cold sweat, shouting at him to slow down while tapping the back of his head—a Daoist technique to stop the soul from fleeing.

We finally stopped.The driver gasped for air:"F**k me—she had no feet!"

"Calm down," I said."These ghosts don't want to hurt you. They're possessing others, using your cab to get somewhere.But your luck's too low—you've started seeing their real forms.If you keep this up, you'll face bloodshed within a week."

He started crying.

"My kid's in college. My mom's sick. I can't die yet…"

"Relax. Since I've seen it, I won't ignore it."I handed him the chicken comb wrapped in talisman paper.

"Put this in your pocket. It'll boost your yang energy.At dawn, we'll go to your house. Give me that coat, and you'll be fine."

"Why not now?" he asked.

"Because that evil object is watching you.As long as you stay on this route, it won't act.But change the pattern—and it'll strike."

He trembled but listened, tucking the chicken comb into his jacket.

The rest of the night passed quietly.No more strange encounters.

As we approached the Xia Shengou overpass, we saw—an old public bus, straight out of the 1980s, idling beneath the bridge.

The driver asked, "That… wasn't there before, was it?"

"You couldn't see it earlier. The ghost hid it from your eyes," I replied.

"That's a soul-ferry bus—for delivering spirits.Once the sun rises, it'll vanish.Forget about it. Just keep driving."