The Yellow River... Is not just a river. It's alive, it breathes, it has a pulse, and it has... Lesions and filth.
My archeology professor, who was sent to a labor camp, secretly cut open the belly of a river drifter late at night. Inside, my family's ancestral bronze compass rolled out, still stained with fresh blood. The next day, the whole village broadcast: It is strictly forbidden to go near the back mountain. The earthquake last night cracked the Demon Suppression Tower, which has been banned for a hundred years. The old branch secretary muttered: "The tower has fallen, and it's time for the 'Corpse Fairy' to come out and find a replacement..." That night, all the domestic animals died suddenly and silently, with their heads facing the professor's bed. Mud handprints appeared on the window, and a shadow that looked like a human but not human stood outside the door - it imitated my mother's voice and called softly: "Son, open the door, mother is cold..."
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