Corpse Fisherman from the Yellow River: I Fished Out My Father at the Beginning

I salvage bodies and I salvage the truth. And the one in the deepest part of the Yellow River is my father. My name is Chen Zhenshui, the last professional corpse collector on the Yellow River. I have three things I won't do: I won't pick up the upright corpse, I won't pick up the red-coated corpse, and I won't pick up the ownerless corpse for more than three days. Until that Qingming Festival night, I picked up a "standing corpse" holding human bones from under the bridge pier. The QR code on the bones scanned out my father's disappearance report from 28 years ago. Lin Shuying, a female doctor of folklore invited by the police, told me that this is a "soul-seeking raft." Immediately afterwards, the bride in red drowned in the wedding pool, the workers hanged themselves in the "anti-gongsha" foundation pit, and the coffin guard's tomb oozed blood... Each murder corresponds to a broken Yellow River taboo. All clues point to a madman named Shen Canglang. He wants to complete a "Seven Sacrifice" and restart the legendary Yu's contract in exchange for the peace and tranquility of the Yellow River for hundreds of years. And Lin Shuying and I are the final sacrifices he chose - I am the descendant of the "Town Guard", and she is the bloodline of the "Breaker". On July 15th, the door of hell opens wide. Shen Canglang asked me to use my father's bones and her heart's blood to complete this eighty-year sacrifice. But what I finally fished out was the voluntary death of seven old people in 1942, my grandfather's uncorrupted body in 1958, and the fragments my father hid before he sank into the abyss in 1998. The pieced together inscription on King Yu's tripod was not a spell of suppression at all, but a contract about "symbiosis" four thousand years ago.