The night train stopped suddenly, and I saw with my own eyes two corpses standing up from the Yellow River. Their bodies were covered with rusty coffin nails, densely embedded in the bones. That night, I inherited the life lamp left to me by my grandfather - I could see the resentment of the drowned ghost at the bottom of the river, and it also opened the door to another world. They said that there were thousands of corpses in red clothes tied to the bottom of the Yellow River, and that "people" knocked on the door every night in the downstream counties, begging for their lives. I am not afraid because I can hear the bones talking. It wasn't until my grandfather was burned to ashes in front of me that I realized that the person who had been waiting for this thousand-year sacrifice to heaven was me. The cruelest one is not the ghost, but the woman who jumped into the Yellow River two thousand years ago. I carried the soul-inducing lamp and searched the river bed to find her. That night when the Yellow River water poured in, everyone screamed - I have been waiting for this moment all my life.
