The Ferryman of the Yin River

For three generations, the Jiang family has recovered bodies from the river, but only one kind:

The yin-gate corpses, sunk in the Yin River and never meant to see the light of day.

A century-old taboo was completely broken in my generation by a group of influencers.

Chasing views, they recklessly dredged the river and unearthed a century-old corpse from a ghost marriage, rousing the evil spirits in the water.

From then on, the Yin River opened its mouth, and ghosts roamed the night.

I’m Jiang Xun, the last ferryman of the Jiang family.

Others livestream product sales, comedy, and PK battles.

I livestream:

Recovering yin corpses, drawing talismans, suppressing evil, and guiding departed souls across.

From the start, a million viewers watched in terror as I pushed the platform’s censorship to the brink.

They called me a superstitious relic, until they saw it with their own eyes:

Corpses standing on the river’s surface, hands reaching up from beneath the water to claim lives.

“Don’t send gifts. I only accept offerings of incense.

Don’t ask if it’s real. Just watch me pull this one out.”

I’m not guarding a river. I’m guarding the last gate to the world of the living.

When the gate opens, ten thousand ghosts will come.