After thirty years of searching for corpses, 99% of the corpses were with their heads upwards, except for the one fished out of the thousand-year-old well, with their feet in the air.
My name is Zhou Mu, the last generation of corpse fishermen on the Yellow River. That night, the ancient well was boiling red with blood, and when I fished out the seventh upside-down corpse, that thing said something in my ear.
It said: It's your turn to go down.
From then on, I opened my ghost eyes, and the ancestral "Nine-Character Secret of Suppressing Corpses" was automatically operating in my body. Others rely on courage to retrieve corpses, while I rely on skills to retrieve corpses - all those who are fighting are arrayed in front, one word to suppress a corpse, nine words to come out, hundreds of ghosts cry.
Later, all the river gods, well dragon kings, and old corpses in the Yellow River took a detour when they saw me. Until that day, I fished out a bronze coffin with my name engraved on it from the deepest part of the Yellow River.
