My ancestors have been fishing for corpses from the Yellow River for generations. If I don't fish for corpses during the day, I won't call for souls at night. If I don't fish for corpses three times, I will risk my life every time.
When I was seventeen years old, I went down to the river with my grandfather in the middle of the night and fished out the floating body of a bent-over boy, thus breaking the taboo on the bottom of the Yellow River.
A water ghost threatens his life, evil spirits are haunting him, a river god gets married, an ancient coffin sinks into the river... Evil things happen one after another.
Others respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them, but I insist on walking beside the underworld and walking in the fierce water.
What you are fishing for is the corpse, what you are ferrying over is the soul of the dead, and what you are keeping is Yangshou.
There are always more than just dead people hiding under the Yellow River.
Just good-looking