In 1948, Li Wei, a young feng shui master from
Chinatown, is summoned by a Malay merchant to
investigate strange occurrences at the abandoned
kampong of Seri, once a thriving village now
swallowed by jungle. The area had been evacuated
during the Japanese Occupation, its people
scattered or killed. The merchant claims his
late father’s spirit haunts him, demanding a
ritual to break the curse.
Wei arrives to find the kampong halfburied under
roots and debris, its ancestral shrine defiled.
She traces the curse to a failed exorcism during
the war when British officers, fearing unrest,
ordered the village’s spiritual leaders executed.
Their spirits, bound by betrayal and vengeance,
have since cursed the land, causing illness and
death among those who trespass.
A tense alliance forms between Wei and Samad, a
former Malay National Army soldier turned ghost
hunter, whose family was among the displaced. He
knows the terrain and the local folklore better
than anyone. As they work together, a fragile
romance develops, complicated by their differing
cultural backgrounds and the weight of history.
Wei discovers that the curse can only be broken
by reconciling the spirits with the living—by
restoring the shrine and performing a joint rite
using both Chinese and Malay traditions. But the
ritual requires a rare ingredient: the blood of
someone born in the kampong, now long lost.
Samad reveals his mother was born there, though
he never knew it.
During the final ritual, the spirits rise in
fury, sensing betrayal. The ground trembles as
the shrine collapses. Wei uses her feng shui
knowledge to realign the energy, while Samad
offers his mother’s old pendant as a symbol of
unity. The spirits, appeased, vanish into the
wind. The kampong, though still ruined, feels
lighter, its curse lifted.
Wei leaves with Samad, the two now bound not
just by fate but by a shared understanding of
loss and resilience. The kampong remains a ghost
in the landscape, but its story is no longer one
of fear.
