Late at night, a coffin floated up from the Huangquan River. Nine corpses surrounded the coffin, and all the salvage workers' detectors exploded at the same time.
I just reached out and fished it out - the coffin landed directly on the shore, and the corpses all turned to me, with a weird smile on their rotten lips.
In the business of retrieving corpses, others rely on instruments, but I rely on the Underworld Ferry Order. The corpse king who has been drowned for hundreds of years offers a cigarette to be saved, while the red water ghost queues up to pay the protection fee. There is only one rule for my ferry: if you can pay the price, the ghosts can come ashore; if you can't afford it, I won't even get you the qualifications to be a ghost.
