There are three types of corpses that should not be fished out: those who hold incense sticks on their heads, the corpses of pregnant women, and those whose grievances have not disappeared before death. I broke my precept and picked up the corpse of a pregnant woman. That night all the ghosts of the Yellow River crowded at my ferry. They are not asking for their lives, but they are queuing up - waiting for me, the ninth generation successor of the Yellow River corpse fishing sect, to send them to the underworld with a soul-suppressing coffin. From then on, hundreds of ghosts walked at night at Huangquan Ferry, and the nine ghosts called me Lord!
