Yellow River Corpse Sewer

Those who work in our profession are called "secondary cobblers." To put it bluntly, it is to use special needles and threads to re-sew the skin and flesh of those who died violently and were broken into pieces, so that the dead can be dignified and the living can live in peace. My name is Zhou Li, and people in the village call me "Coffin Flesh." This is true. When the Yellow River flooded in 1998, my grandfather fished me out of an old nanmu coffin that had been floating for who knows how many years. At that time, I was lying in the arms of a female corpse from the Qing Dynasty... She was born with a tough life and possessed evil spirits, so she was born to eat this bowl of yin rice. Before Grandpa Chen Jiuzhi left, he firmly held my hand and left an iron rule: Never touch a woman in red who dies violently! That's a big deal! But people are poor and have short ambitions. My grandfather just left. In order to make a living, I still broke the precepts and sewed a red-clothed water evil spirit. The needle was sewn, and the disaster was done. In order to survive, I could only walk out of the village carrying the bone needles and human hair threads left by my grandfather, and plunge into this bizarre world. Forced to team up with an unreliable Taoist priest, he specializes in the dangerous jobs that funeral parlors dare not touch. He collects his sinful virtues: dismembering puzzle pieces on the highway, killing mothers and children in villa walls, and iron-headed dragon kings under the Yellow River... The further you go, the deeper the water becomes. I gradually discovered that my grandfather's death was not that simple. An evil person had been staring at me for a long time. And my body seems to hide a shocking secret about the Eye of the Yellow River and the ancient tomb.