On the day I became a corpse hunter, my grandfather passed down seven rules to me.
Don't go out on night boats, don't fish out rootless corpses, don't pick up people who have been killed in vain… Also, don't refuse the seventh request.
I complied very well until that day when I was forced to go out on the boat late at night in order to save my sister.
On the boat, the female corpse that I picked up with my own hands slowly opened her mouth:
"The rules have changed."
