Late at night on the Yellow River, a hand reached out from the coffin of a thousand-year-old floating corpse and handed me a piece of paper written in human skin - "Yu Heng from Zhenhe, please come to the bottom of the river for a banquet." '
Everyone thought I was dead, but they didn't know that I was born to die in a coffin and could chat with water ghosts at the age of seven. Those things under the Yellow River have to call me "Lord" when they see them.
What is a family of corpse-carrying craftsmen? I don't need a net to catch the corpse, and I can let the dragon corpse climb ashore by itself without using my hands. When the Seventy-Two Zhenhe Family knelt down and begged me to take action, an abyss opened at the bottom of the Yellow River, and something that had been locked for thousands of years called my name - it turned out that they were not suppressing the river, but me.
