Two coffins swayed ahead. Even the men leading them did not dare walk at the very front, and handful after handful of spirit money was scattered into the coffins.
The red coffin was leading the way. It was rather sinister. This was not about guiding souls down to the underworld, but about pacifying them.
Suspicious, I recalled the Heavenly Coffin's swift movement back into the darkness, then followed behind the nine pallbearers at a leisurely pace. The nine men were not walking quickly either, but there was a faint rhythm in their footwork. I guessed they had received guidance from some expert; otherwise, they would not have walked like that.
I had not turned on my phone, so I had no idea what time it was. Judging by the sky, it was probably a little after six. The period around five or six was when yin energy was at its strongest. Were these people planning to bury the two coffins at the time when yin energy was strongest?
A fork soon appeared in the mountain road. The men turned into a patch of wild grass. I opened my Yin-Yang Eyes, and at the end of the weeds, yin energy billowed. It seemed quite a few wandering souls were lingering there. Their spirits looked dimly blue-green, so they should have died recently. It was truly rare to see so many in a remote mountain hollow like this.
I looked toward the two coffins. Faint black wisps coiled out from them, and I fell into thought. This was truly unusual.
We reached a patch of weeds. The mountain terrain was steep, with quite a few rocks nearby and little soil, making it unsuitable for crops. Grave mounds rose everywhere, most of them old graves. It seemed that people had rarely been buried