Under the Yellow River, there is not sand, but souls that have not rested for twenty-three years.
In 1981, my father disappeared deep under a bridge on the Yellow River, leaving behind a rusty flashlight.
Twenty-three years later, the old scar on my palm suddenly burned in front of the Maijishan Buddha statue.
Guide me to look towards the turbid Yellow River——
The ancient city under water began to wake up, and the sacrifices in the bridge piers opened their eyes.
The last scream of my father's tape penetrated time:
"Xiao Wang, don't come down... They are all waiting below."
And I have to go down.
Before the next flood season comes, unlock the secret that my father sealed with his life.
The whole truth under the Yellow River.
