There are three types of corpses in the Yangtze River: no fishing in thunderstorms, no dead bodies standing upright, and no fishing in the sky.
I am Yin Hedu, a descendant of former corpse collectors, and I wanted to put the old skills passed down from my grandfather into the coffin.
Until that flood, the villagers pushed me into the water and said that only I could pick up the "upright" body.
Under the water, the corpse stared at me with its eyes open, and the corners of its mouth were cracked to the base of the ears, as if it was smiling.
After I fished it out, I realized: the upright body is not the scariest thing.
The most terrifying thing is that after picking up the body, the face I saw... Was exactly the same as mine.
People know that ghosts are scary, and ghosts know that people's hearts are poisonous.
When the bells in the river ring, it is not ghosts coming, but human hearts coming.
