The gray fog at the end of the Sanzu River ripples gently like waves.
The Santuo River, which was as calm as dead water, also began to show some ripples. Suddenly, at the end where the water and the sky met, in the thick grey fog, there was a faint light.
Yi Xiaochuan was struggling over how to deal with the bloody little bug, when he suddenly turned his head and looked intently. He was slightly startled and saw a small boat floating from the other side of the Sanzu River.
With a glance, the bull head that was imprisoned by the Santuo River had disappeared without a trace.
This small boat was floating on the water of the Santu River. The bow of the boat was raised high, looking strange. There was a lantern hanging alone on the bow. There was no sail, but the lantern emitted a faint light and sailed over through the fog.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, and the bloody bug was no longer anxious.
What are this boat and these people crossing the river
Meow!
Hei Nuo screamed, but she didn't show any fear.
The boat didn't seem to be moving fast, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared clearly in sight.
At the back of the boat, there was a boatman wearing a tattered black cloak, rowing the boat. He had a conical hat on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly. Everything was shrouded in darkness.
There was also someone sitting under the lantern. He was a bald man and probably not very old. He was looking at the shore with burning eyes. He also noticed Yi Xiaochuan and smiled at him. He looked very harmless.
"Monk?"
The first thing that came to Otsogawa’s mind when he saw the bald man was “monk”.
But as he got closer, Xiao Yi realized that the bald man was not a monk.
Because this little bald man is obviously neither an Oriental nor an Indian. He is wearing a loose robe with a very ancient round-necked style of the Ramesseum dynasty of ancient Egypt. The workmanship is not complicated and gorgeous, but the simple wedge-shaped scarab pattern gives people a lot of imagination.
This little bald guy is not simple.
Is it easy to stay sane in hell and not even be affected by the rules of hell
At least Lao Liu doesn't dare to go to the underworld easily for many reasons, but Xiao Yi thinks he is still timid. He has suffered in the eighteen levels of hell for hundreds of years, how can he not be afraid!
As for the souls of ordinary people going to the Yellow Springs Road, it is very obvious. You can see the souls walking on tiptoe in a daze on the Yellow Springs Road. The souls can only move forward numbly like zombies, like puppets or components on a factory assembly line.
In many love stories or TV dramas, there are often lines like this: I am not lonely at all with you by my side on the road to the underworld! I am waiting for you on the road to the underworld!
Unfortunately, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel, and all the laughter and love do not exist.
Standing on tiptoe, with a numb and dull expression, going to reincarnation like a walking corpse is the normal state on the road to the underworld.
What kind of affection or love does not exist
Therefore, there are very few souls like Otokogawa who wander around the Yellow Springs Road in the underworld.
It’s not that there aren’t any, but at least Xiao Yi has never encountered a normal soul. The only things he encounters are evil spirits.
Now, it seems that a similar one has appeared.
Also a living soul from the world of the living.
It was clear that the soul was the same as himself.
The feeling is clear and unmistakable.
The boat quickly drifted in the direction of Yixiao River and then docked. The arrogant Bull Head never appeared. The river was calm and as silent as ever. The little bald head under the lantern stood up, turned around, bowed to the boatman shrouded in a dark cloak, and took out a coin.
It should be a gold coin, shining with golden luster under the light.
The boatman stretched out his hand to take the gold coin. Yi Xiaochuan immediately noticed that the boatman's palm was completely without any flesh and blood. It was a pale skeleton palm, with five fingers holding the gold coin, making a slight friction sound!
Under the hat and in the cloak, there is actually a skeleton!
Skeleton boating!
Ferry charges money!
In the stories of foxes and ghosts, weird tales in the countryside, and Monajie books, it is recorded that there is no money in circulation in the underworld.
The real currency circulating in the underworld is Yin De.
Yin De means money to ghosts. Ferrying, practicing, crossing the Naihe Bridge, going to the reincarnation platform, and bribing troublesome little ghosts all require money.
Yin De money is also called ghost money in the world of the living. It is not the ghost money with a face value of millions or hundreds of millions that is burned by the world of the living to the world of the dead. That kind of money is useless, otherwise there would have been inflation long ago.
Rather it is the hidden money accumulated from doing good deeds and accumulating virtue throughout one’s life.
This money has no specific form. If you imagine it as copper coins, it is copper coins. If you imagine it as paper money, it is paper money. Perhaps in Egypt, gold coins are good currency, so they will be condensed into gold coins.
In fact, the relationship between ghosts in the underworld is more secular than that in the secular world. The benefits of Yin De are endless, and it can communicate with ghosts and gods and cultivate oneself.
Lao Liu opened a late-night noodle shop and sent the dead souls to hell, which was also a way to make some money.
The effect of this Yin De money on the ghost messenger is like the spirit stone on humans.
It is an indispensable necessity.
As for the ferrying skeleton, Xiao Yi was reminded of Charon, the ferryman of Hades, the god of the underworld in Greek mythology.
The ferryman of the Styx is responsible for ferrying the dead souls to the other side of the Styx. Legend has it that as long as the living pay Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, he will ferry them across the river, but his boat will become extremely unsafe due to the weight of the living.
Could this skeleton be the ferryman of the River Styx
After paying, the bald man picked up the luggage, put it on his back, and jumped off the boat. His bald head shone brightly under the light, and he looked a little short because the luggage he was carrying on his back was a huge long box whose material was unknown...
When comparing the two, the latter naturally looks smaller.
Otokogawa watched cautiously. The bald man seemed to be less than 20 years old. He had a delicate face and a somewhat honest look. His skin was a bit dark, probably because he lived in the desert for many years. He looked like a very traditional ancient Egyptian... He was barefoot, but his clothes were clean and tidy, very exotic...
A little bald guy from Egypt?!
And it is of true ancient Egyptian descent...
After Otsogawa finished his analysis, he looked at the huge box behind him...
Um?!
scare!
This is not a box at all!
This... is a coffin!
An ancient coffin engraved with mysterious patterns and runes!
Is this like carrying the coffin on your back
The ferryman, the skeleton man, ignored Xiao Yi and rowed the boat. The boat swayed slightly, creating a slight ripple on the Santu River. The boat then changed direction and sailed away into the distance.
Come quietly and leave quietly.
The little bald head grinned at Xiao Yi and said something in an incomprehensible language.
This is Arabic.
Although Xiaoyi is a top student, he only knows one foreign language!
Not Arabic.
After communicating in English, the little bald guy could only say "hello" and "milky bunny rice ball"...
It's so difficult to communicate.