There are rules at the bottom of the Yellow River, which are harder than those on the bank.
I am a corpse hunter, the last generation to follow the rules.
Our ancestors passed down twelve iron rules: don't fish when the sun is shining, don't fish when the sun sets, don't look back when you call your name, kowtow first when you get to the shore...
If one is broken, one will die.
That day I saw a female corpse floating in the water, with a bronze lock wrapped around her waist. The words engraved on the lock were exactly the same as the ancestral tablets at my home.
Before his death, Master said: We did not choose this profession, Huang He chose it.
I broke the first rule.
Then I discovered that these twelve iron rules are not protecting us at all.
It's keeping things underwater.