The Yellow River stopped flowing, and the river bed opened a crack as wide as the mouth of a bowl overnight. Mr. Yin and Yang from the three provinces rushed here like crazy. Everyone knew that the thousand-year-old iron coffin was about to float up again. Yun Yu squatted on the bank of the river and rolled a cigarette. His joints cracked twice and he saw a few pale fingers swirling in the black water. He was not in a hurry to do anything, and slowly blew out smoke: "What's the rush? The guy in the coffin is an old acquaintance." Three years ago, he dragged out a female corpse wearing a dragon robe from under this coffin, at the cost of half her life. Now someone wants to secretly move the coffin. If the lid of the coffin is lifted, the entire county will not be able to survive. Yun Yu put out his cigarette and took out the ancestral corpse hook from his lower back. The hook scratched the water surface and made a shrill cry. Everyone saw that all the dead things in the water were retreating. That night, he let all the ghosts in the Yellow River know that he fished for corpses, not livestock.
