After thirty years of searching for corpses in the Yellow River, my grandfather fished out the corpse of a thousand-year-old woman. The seven orifices of the female corpse were embedded with bronze ritual objects, and her belly contained a photo of my father. That night, my grandfather died tragically, the woman's body disappeared, and a picture of the Yellow River appeared on my back.
The river map is not a tattoo, it is the yin and yang eyes that can see the last look of the dead body.
From then on, evil corpses appeared in the Yellow River, and the police came to me first. The group of baby coffins held by the nine-curved coffin array, hundreds of corpses carrying coffins to worship the moon, and thousands of years of Yin soldiers crossing the ancient ferry - what I am fishing for is no longer corpses, but the taboo of the entire Yellow River that has been sealed for three thousand years.
