A ghostly coffin engraved with curses was dug out of the ground of the haunted house. The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, the whole village lay face down in the river to wait for death - because I, Jiang Rusong, was the last person to touch the coffin.
While others learned to draw Taoism and draw talismans, I practiced the Jiang family's ancestral corpse-scavenging technique. A piece of shroud, three soul-suppressing nails, even if you have been floating in the water for hundreds of years, you will still be dragged ashore by me.
But what floated up in this coffin was my own corpse.
When the entire River Styx poured into the world, the life lamps of three thousand corpse fishers floated behind me. The senior brother sneered: "You can catch all the corpses in the world with your hands, but you can't catch your own life!" I lit the shroud and pulled the coffin out of the water with my backhand: "Then let the river flood your sky first!"
