Grandpa warned me that the Yellow River has nine twists and turns, and the bodies that died on the last bend must not be fished out.
But that night, a vertical coffin was pushed to the bottom of my boat by the undercurrent. Black blood oozed from the seams of the coffin, and inside lay a woman in a red wedding dress. Her nails dug into my wrist, which was bone-piercingly cold.
Only then did I realize that what my grandfather signed for me was a letter of appointment from the Underworld - I was selected by the River God and became the bridegroom of the Yellow River Living Sacrifice.
What's even weirder is that a dark red circle of River God's Pardon Seal began to appear on the palm of my right hand. All the unjust corpses I fish out from the Yellow River must obey my orders. Others are afraid of fishing for corpses, but I fish for corpses. The coffins, water charms, and century-old resentments in the entire Yellow River are all the confidence for me to walk in the yin and yang.
