Urban + corpse retrieval + forbidden taboos + fast-paced + high-octane thrills. My name is Lin Ce, and for three generations, my family has made its living retrieving corpses from the water.
Before he died, my grandfather left me a book called The Forbidden Retrieval Manual, along with three rules written in blood:
Never enter three kinds of waters. Never retrieve three kinds of corpses. Never save three kinds of people.
I thought they were just old-fashioned superstitions, until I took a job at the village's abandoned well, where someone had died.
The female corpse underwater actually opened her eyes, and she was still smiling.
Ever since, I've been retrieving corpses in my dreams every night. And the things I pull up aren't all dead people.
Corpse curses, water ghosts, ghost weddings, soul-pinning nails...
One by one, strange taboos are revealed, and one colleague after another dies.
It seems my own life was hooked long ago.
