Time Does Not Cross

In Wujiang City, the fog is heavy and the river is deep. After a person dies, the soul easily gets lost. Shen Ye, the third generation descendant of Yedupu, makes a living by guiding the souls of the dead and sending them across the river. There are three rules: don't cross the nameless soul, don't accept priceless entrustment, and don't cross the child's time. Until that rainy night, a mother knelt in front of the shop, begging him to ferry her son who had drowned in the river - and the half-burned word "Dian" was hidden between the fingernails of the corpse floating in the middle of the river. Someone was burning paper on the river. Someone is buying paper at night. Someone is collecting the "filth" in this city to refine a pill that can give people three more years of life. And the end of all the clues point to a person who has never appeared - "Mr." What he wants is not pills or souls, but Shen Ye. Negotiate the price first, then the relationship. Shen Ye accepted this order.