I am the last orthodox corpse collector on the Yangtze River, and I adhere to the three rules passed down from my ancestors: no children's corpses, no floating coffins, and no forbidden objects from the river bottom.
On a rainy night, I went against my ancestors' instructions and picked up a female body wearing a bronze lock. My fingertips touched the forbidden book on the bottom of the river under her belly, and I was involved in a series of mysterious cases from then on.
Ghosts carry sedans to block the river, ghost soldiers use the road to cross the soul, corpses appear in ghost coffins, and ancient villages disappear from local chronicles... Every murder case corresponds to a folk taboo that has been deliberately erased.
I thought I was fishing for corpses, but in fact I was fishing for the truth; I thought I was hunting down evil spirits, but I had already become prey in the eyes of evil spirits.
When I opened the last page of the forbidden book, I realized that what was hidden at the bottom of the Yangtze River was not a corpse, but the secrets of the world that had been suppressed for thousands of years.
