There are three hundred lines of fishing for corpses in the Yellow River, and I, Xiao Mo, have nine buckets to myself. But they ostracized me, saying that the inheritance of the corpse-hunting stream was evil, and that it overcame relatives, friends, and peers. What a joke, my ability to open my eyes underwater and find corpses against the waves is something they will never be able to master in eight lifetimes. They knelt down and begged the Yellow River for food, but I insisted on stepping on the back of the Dragon King to repay the debt owed to this river one by one. The century-old corpse king, the murderous coffin at the bottom of the river... The more you are afraid of it, the more I will fish for it. In this life, I want to settle the unspeakable grievances for the wronged souls on both sides of the Yellow River, and for those who fished out corpses from the Yellow River, I want to fish out a soul that stands upright among the nine taboos! Whatever you owed me in the previous life, I will pay with my life in this life.
