The fog was thick in the morning, especially before dawn.
Fortunately, we weren't on a highway, and hardly any other vehicles passed us. Whenever one did, the driver would see the funeral procession and immediately change lanes to overtake it.
We kept feeling that something would happen on the way to the funeral, so we were especially watchful.
There weren't many people in the hearse. Some relatives thought riding in it was bad luck, so they drove their own cars.
Our car followed the hearse, with one car between us.
The procession moved slowly because of the thick fog.
Xie Guangming's son, Xie Wei, was in our car. He sat in the back with Wang Jun, while I sat in the front passenger seat.
Xie Wei was very withdrawn. He was probably around thirty, and his intelligence was probably normal, which was why he felt inferior and didn't dare talk to us.
It wasn't that we didn't want to talk to him. We were afraid something would happen, so all our attention was on our surroundings.
I didn't know whether it was a premonition or I was simply too nervous, but my eyelid kept twitching.
Finally, I pulled out three coins, ready to cast a hexagram.
For this reading, I wanted to find out whether anything would happen on the way to the crematorium.
I tossed the three coins six times. Once the hexagram was formed, I had to interpret it. Since I hadn't brought a pen or paper, I could only take out my phone to work it out.
But as I began writing out the original hexagram and the changed hexagram, I was already starting to panic, even before interpreting them.
Both the original hexagram and the changed hexagram were Six Clashes hexagrams.
Clashing meant "death" and "dispersal,"