The Yellow River Corpse Retriever

Twenty years ago, I was adopted into a family of Yellow River corpse retrievers. My adoptive parents passed away one after the other, leaving me as the family’s sole heir.

With no way out, I was forced to learn how to retrieve corpses.

Whether it was a decades-old corpse, a skeleton from the Republican era, or an ancient body, I had to carry it out from one of the twelve haunted caverns.

I had no other choice. This was the only way I could cling to life!