The Man Who Recovered Corpses from the Yellow River: He Bo's Nine Void Tombs

My family has owned an antique shop by the Yellow River for generations, and my father never let me touch anything in the shop. He said that the water in my life was too strong, and nine out of ten of these things were fished out from the dead, and something could happen to me if I touched them. Until he disappeared on the Yellow River, neither alive nor dead. Three months later, someone brought me a bronze statue fished out from the bottom of the river. There were four characters engraved on the base - river, sacrifice, don't move, and move. The man said: This thing belongs to your family. That night, the bronze statue turned around on its own, facing the head of my bed. Two dark red eyes glowed in the darkness, like coagulated blood. My dad is not missing at all. He was called down. It was this bronze statue that called him. And now, it's my turn.