All Those Years When I Was a Corpse Hunter

The water of the Yellow River is turbid and bottomless. It can spit out as many corpses as it swallows secrets. My name is Chen Qingshan, I was born by the Yellow River, and I ate a bowl of decapitated rice from a man who fished for corpses. Grandpa is the last "river god" on the Yellow River. He has abided by the iron rule all his life: "Don't fish in thunderstorms, don't fish in red clothes, and don't fish in three days' dream." He said that it was not only corpses that sank in the Yellow River, but also the discarded consciences of living people. But after he salvaged a "Dragon King Corpse", he and the boat disappeared without a trace, leaving me only a human bone soul-inducing lamp and a book "Walking on the River" filled with taboos. It wasn't until the night of the Ghost Festival that I broke my precepts to make a living and fished out a female body in red clothes standing on the bottom of the river. There is a tongueless but self-ringing bronze bell tied to her wrist, and half of the purple brocade hidden on her body actually involves the Bai family, the most prominent family along the Yellow River. From then on, the peaceful days were completely broken. The water monkey seeks his life, the Yin soldiers take advantage of the passage, the bride sinks into the pond... A series of strange things happen one after another. And I discovered that behind all of this, it pointed to the disappearance of my grandfather and a terrifying curse that has lasted for hundreds of years. Now, I am standing by the Yellow River, holding the corpse hook in my hand tightly. What I want to hook up is not only the dead bodies in the river, but also the dirtier secrets in the hearts of living people.