She started seeing terrifying visions during the day: sometimes she saw a group of people carrying coffins appear on the school grounds, but no one else could see them; once, she saw her roommate giving birth in the dorm, blood soaking the bed, her roommate’s belly grotesquely swollen, but in reality, her friend wasn’t even in the dorm that day, nor was she pregnant.
After nearly three months of torment, Tuong Suong couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t find a way out, and there was no one she could rely on.
Sitting on the rooftop, she cried as she looked at me and said, “Uncle, please don’t worry about me. This is my fate. I know that as long as I die, everything will end.”
I replied, “You saved my daughter. Your fate is my responsibility. Just give yourself one last chance—trust me this once.”
I’m not a professional feng shui master, just a truck driver. But as Taylor Turner said, I have the look of a Shura, plus a strong birth chart and robust vitality.
In my years of driving trucks, I often took deserted roads, ran into all sorts of supernatural things, and witnessed plenty of strange events.
Lately, to pay off debts and make a living, I’ve also gotten involved in some shady business.
I’m not afraid of those things—if they’re fierce, I’m fiercer. When I was a kid, an old Taoist priest gave me a spirit-striking whip, specifically for warding off evil.
The old priest once told me I had the look of a Shura but the heart of a Bodhisattva, and that I was destined to live a life straddling the worlds of the living and the dead.
Now I’m thirty-eight. My parents have passed away, my wife died young, and at home it’s just me, my son, my daughter, and my mother-in-law. My family means everything to me.
Tuong Suong saved my daughter—I can’t just stand by and do nothing.
These past few days, I’ve been investigating Tuong Suong’s situation. In her nightmares, she saw five coffins arranged in a circle in a pit of earth. It was quite a coincidence—three days ago, I heard that this construction site had unearthed five coffins. If you think about it, three months ago, when Tuong Suong first started having nightmares, was also when work began at this site.
We found a capable spiritual master to look into Tuong Suong’s case. He said she had a deep connection to these five coffins, and that this time, her odds were nine to one against survival—the only way out was to return the coffins to their hometown. That’s why I brought Tuong Suong to this construction site.
This place used to be a large shopping mall, built twenty years ago. I heard the original owner was from Hong Kong and Taiwan, and during construction, he invited several feng shui masters to consult.
After it was completed, the mall did extremely well—at one point, it was the busiest spot in the city. But prosperity never lasts forever. A few years later, rumors of ghosts started to spread, growing stranger and stranger, until customers gradually stopped coming.
About five or six years ago, the mall shut down completely. Now, this area has been rezoned as a city park, and all the buildings have been demolished.
The spot where the five coffins were found was right in the flower garden in front of the mall, which used to be the landmark of this place—seen from above, it looked like an ancient gate. The five red coffins glowed with an eerie chill, even in broad daylight.
None of the workers dared help me move the coffins.
I planned to tie ropes around the coffins and use the site’s crane to lift them onto the truck.
As I pulled the ropes to secure the coffins, the workers around me all sucked in a cold breath.
These five coffins were made of pine, not very large—smaller than regular coffins by a margin, each weighing only about two or three hundred pounds.
For me, lifting and tying them wasn’t hard. But I underestimated Taylor Turner. He walked gloomily to the edge of the pit, leaning on his cane. With a slight push, the coffin I had just lifted immediately dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.
I gritted my teeth, veins bulging, muscles tensed, but the coffin felt nailed to the earth—it wouldn’t budge an inch.
Taylor Turner smirked, looking at me with smug satisfaction.
He’d once said that if he didn’t allow me to move, I wouldn’t be able to move at all. But I refused to believe in that kind of superstition!
I gripped the coffin tightly, bent my knees, planted my feet firmly, and pushed up from below. The veins on my legs bulged all the way to my arms.
The cane in Taylor Turner’s hand began to tremble violently. He stared at me in shock.
With a roar, I sprang up! The coffin shuddered, then with a loud creak, I lifted it clean off the ground.
At that exact moment, Taylor Turner’s cane snapped in two, shattering to pieces.
“Master!” his disciple rushed to support him.
I calmly tied the rope around the coffin, one after another.
By now, that faint fragrance in the air seemed to grow stronger. I could vaguely hear someone laughing.
On the other side, Taylor Turner shoved his disciple aside, furious at being humiliated by me.
He pointed at me and shouted, “Grab him!”
Four or five bodyguards hesitated, but none dared disobey. The lead bodyguard jumped down into the pit, charging straight at me.
I had just set down a coffin and hadn’t even stepped forward when the guy suddenly stumbled, falling headlong and smashing his head against one of the coffins.
He was a big, burly man, but he staggered to his feet, his forehead caved in, blood pouring out like a river. The dark red blood dripped onto the coffin, and in an instant, the red wood soaked it all up.
“Someone’s dead! The evil coffins are killing people!”
I don’t know who in the crowd screamed it, but the workers, already terrified, scattered in all directions. The scene instantly descended into utter chaos.
Alex Johnson lost his composure and rushed up to Taylor Turner, shouting, “Master, these five coffins have to go! If you keep this up, our whole project is finished!” Before Taylor Turner could answer, I heard, amid the chaos, Tưởng Sương crying and calling out, "Uncle Long, Uncle Long! Are you okay?"
Seeing everyone running in panic and hearing someone shout that someone had died, the girl was worried something had happened to me. She hurriedly got out of the car and ran over to find me.
Taylor Turner caught sight of Tưởng Sương running to the edge of the pit. The anger on his face instantly shifted, his eyes darting back and forth with a glint of calculation.
He looked at Tưởng Sương, then at me, and curled his lips into a smile. "Alright then, if this gentleman isn’t afraid of danger and insists on making this trip, I won’t stop him. But I’m friends with your company’s General Manager Liu—I can’t just stand by and do nothing. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll have my disciple, Morgan Morgan, go with you. If anything happens along the way, he can lend a hand."
Alex Johnson hadn’t expected Taylor Turner to change his tune so quickly, but in the end, it was a relief for him.
Still, for this coffin delivery, not only would Morgan Morgan go, but Alex Johnson also had to come along to handle things with the police after the coffins were handed over.
The injured bodyguard was taken to the hospital—luckily, he survived, but he seemed badly shaken.
In the end, I personally loaded the five coffins onto the truck. At this point, there was no need for ceremony; I stacked the coffins on top of each other, tied them down with rope, and covered them with a layer of yellow cloth and then a layer of white cloth.
Before setting off, I walked around the truck, burning some joss paper and spirit money as an offering for safe passage.
I hadn’t planned to bring Morgan Morgan along, but this trip with Tưởng Sương was a matter of life and death. Taylor Turner definitely knew more than we did. Having his disciple with us might come in handy if things got rough.
Once we got in the truck, I had Morgan Morgan sit up front with me, while Tưởng Sương and Alex Johnson sat in the back.
Morgan Morgan wasn’t happy about it—he muttered under his breath, but he was clearly a bit afraid of me and didn’t dare complain out loud. The origin of the five coffins was a remote village, not too far away.
We set out at noon, planning to arrive before nightfall. As the truck carrying the five coffins pulled away from the construction site, Alex Johnson let out a sigh of relief and handed me a cigarette.
Earlier that morning, when we’d gone to meet him, Taylor Turner had been there too, and the conversation hadn’t gone smoothly.
Alex Johnson was curious about the sudden appearance of me and Tưởng Sương. “Hey, brother, what’s your name?”
“Long—Morgan Cooper.”
I wasn’t sure if I was just being sensitive, but when Morgan Morgan, sitting in the passenger seat, heard my name, he suddenly turned to look at me, then quickly looked away.
Alex Johnson continued, “So, Morgan, how long have you been driving? None of our site drivers dared to take this job. What made you show up?”
I replied, “We have a bit of a connection to these five coffins.”
I didn’t go into detail, and Alex Johnson was sharp enough not to press further. He just sighed, “Let’s just hope we get them there safely and nothing else happens.”
“How did the police know where these coffins needed to go?” I asked.