After thirty years of searching for corpses in the Yellow River, my grandfather fished out a forbidden bronze coffin. He bled to death that night, leaving only one sentence before his death: "Future generations must not touch the coffin!"
On the night of my eighteenth birthday, the coffin opened automatically - I was born with a yin bone and a bad fate. My grandfather used my umbilical cord blood to seal the coffin for eighteen years.
From that day on, the Yellow River Corpse King would always take a detour when he saw me. But when the archaeological team threatened and lured, and the tomb robbers set up a dead end, I laughed: "You want to open it? Ask it first if it dares to see me." The secret of the bronze coffin is far more than just the river.
