People who fish for corpses in the Yellow River have a rule: don't touch gold utensils, don't touch red clothes, and don't get out of the boat at Mao hour. Mo Rang didn't believe in evil, so he picked up a gold bracelet on his first order. As a result, three floating corpses opened their eyes and climbed onto the edge of his boat that night. They all spoke human words: "Bring us up, the door under the Yellow River... Is about to open!"
He has a pair of dark eyes that can see the last scene of the dead, but he can never see clearly what is behind his head. Until that day, a woman in police uniform rushed to him holding a missing person notice: "My dad sank in 1998. You can fish him out for any amount of money."
The archeology doctor standing next to him handed over a yellowed photo: "The posture of this corpse is exactly the same as the Warring States silk book fished out of the sea."
The living knelt down to beg, while the dead waited in line. Behind the door, there is not only a thousand-year secret, but also a destiny that has been arranged for him since he was born.
