Grandpa said that the worst thing to catch in the Yellow River is the corpse standing on end.
I picked it up. As a result, that night, a bloody sedan stopped at the door of the house.
The bride in the coffin worships with me, the dragon coffin enters the water, and all the ghosts retreat——
I am a corpse fisherman who eats rice from the Yellow River. The rules passed down by my ancestors for eighteen generations are as great as the sky. But they don't know that the picture of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin that my grandfather tattooed on my back before he was alive... Is alive.
