A buddy of mine who drove a big rig had been tricked onto the dead-end road at the foot of Huai Mountain.
By the time I got the news, he had already gone missing.
His relatives were crying so hard they were on the verge of fainting.
I tried to comfort them. “That road had a Mount Tai Stone placed there to suppress it. Nothing too serious should happen.”
But one of the family members handed me a phone. On the screen was a photo of the Mount Tai Stone, split clean in two.
“Wang Cheng sent this back before he disappeared.”