The year my grandfather jumped into the river, my own body lay in the coffin fished out - the entire Yellow River was looking for me, but I was obviously still alive.
I was forced to inherit the taboo corpse-retrieving technique. I had a corpse-suppressing seal with one hand and a soul-calling flag with one hand. I would retrieve the corpses that the Dragon King did not dare to collect. Under the Yellow River, those with open eyes, those with beads in their eyes, and those in wedding clothes have to kowtow when they see me.
Until that day, I picked up a thousand-year-old female corpse singing opera, and she chuckled in my ear: "My husband, you finally came to pick me up."
