Fishing Out Corpses from the Yin River

The day my eyebrows cracked, my grandfather's hands began to shake. My name is Li Zhuiyuan, and I am a corpse hunter from my ancestors. Recently, there is always a pair of eyes staring at me from the bottom of the river. Yin Meng from the paper shop brought a paper boat. The little man sitting on the bow of the boat had the same mole on his eyebrow as mine. There was no name on the order, just my date of birth. The grandfather said that there are some things that you can't look back on once you know them. But my mother jumped into a river when I was three years old. My grandfather said that she did not die, but was trapped in a non-existent river. That river is called Yin River. The orders for paper boats are increasing, and the gap between my eyebrows is getting bigger and bigger. I jumped into the deepest part of the ferry. The bottom was not mud—— It's the starry sky.