After ten years of fishing for corpses, the day I brought out the full-level Yin soldiers and was invited back to the Zhenhe Bureau, the leader slapped the table: Who asked you to fish out the Dragon King of the Yellow River? !
I opened the taboo book left by my grandfather during the night:
Article 1: Don't cross the river at midnight.
Article 2: The corpse of a woman in red robe must be presented to the deceased on her knees while burning incense.
Article 3: If the golden scale capsizes the boat... Pretend to be dead!
My name is Wen Lan, and I was born with the ability to hear corpse speech. The taboos they are afraid of are all merits of walking in my eyes.
The female corpse asked me to deliver a letter from home, and the Millennium River God asked me to build the Dragon Palace.
Until that day, I fished out a bronze coffin from the bottom of the river, with my own body lying inside.
The entire Yellow River suddenly surged, and millions of resentful souls cried out in unison.
The corpse in the coffin opened its eyes: "You finally... Died for me."
It turns out that it is not an accident that people who fish for corpses are short-lived from generation to generation.
