Introduction: The Yellow River has nine bends, and floating corpses are the most taboo. I have been guarding coffins for ten years, and I have never seen anyone who has been floating for seven days and is still alive. With just one glance, I broke the first rule of corpse harvesters: do not harvest living corpses. But that thing climbed onto my boat by itself and said in my ear: "It's time for the thing in the coffin to wake up."
After that, corpses all over the Yellow River were floating towards me. Even touching these tattered shoes would scare others into hysteria. I took out the Ye family's "Zhenhe Pu" with my backhand. Sixteen copper talismans sealed the coffin holes, and three soul-breaking nails were driven in. The thousand-year-old corpse king had to kneel down for me.
From the Dragon Cave of the Yellow River to the Corpse Tomb of Yinshan Mountain, no ghost has yet been born that can make me kowtow. Dare you touch the ground three feet below my coffin? Okay, then feed the entire tributary into the charnel ground of your family tree.
