Nine Dragons Carry the Coffin

On the night of my grandfather's funeral, I walked ahead carrying the tombstone, my heart pounding with a terror I couldn't name. The rule was absolute: never look back. Behind me, eight malevolent spirits bore his coffin through the darkness, their presence a suffocating weight on my soul. But when the ninth shadow appeared, I realized my grandfather's death was no accident—and the coffin they carried held secrets that could shatter the boundary between the living and the dead.