The so-called "ghost money" in this world is certainly not the super-large banknotes with the King of Hell printed on them, with a face value of 999999 or more.
But a coin in the mouth.
Legend has it that Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx, is responsible for transporting the dead to the other side of the river, but this guy charges a fee.
By paying the boat fare, one can reach the bottom of the subconscious ocean opposite the underworld, and live forever in the depths of one's own memory.
If you can't pay the fare, he will refuse to take you.
The deceased who were refused to be carried could only stay in the gap between the main plane and the underworld for a long time, and gradually lost their memories of their previous lives. Eventually, they turned into confused spirits, floating aimlessly everywhere like zombies, and fell into a chronic decay from which there was no escape.
Or they may be summoned by someone with "spiritual" abilities to be used as tools.
So from the Second Age to the Fourth Age, the Solomonites and the Cyres would put a coin in the mouth of the deceased before burial, as a payment for the ship's fare to Charon.
However, this custom no longer existed after the Fifth Age. This was all thanks to the Church's active promotion of Solomonism worldwide, which let everyone know that the "Ferryman of the Styx" was fake and was a heresy made up to scare you in order to make you superstitious.
Don't worry about not having money to bribe the ferryman after you die. The key is to cherish your life while you are alive. Do you understand? Don't seek death and you won't die.
Ask stood in the middle of the corpses on the ground, collected his thoughts for a while, and then picked up the purse from the waist of one of the guards with the tip of his sword.
It’s a bit heavy. It seems these guys gained a lot from the extortion just now.
Next to the corpse were the trembling fellow passengers, with their backs pressed against the carriage, hand in hand, looking at Ask with great fear - looking at this vicious man who suddenly jumped up and killed the guards present like chopping melons and vegetables, they almost knelt down and shouted "Hero, spare my life".
"Huh?" Ask then noticed that the passengers in the same compartment with him stayed where they were. "Why don't you run?"
The passengers didn't say anything, but just stared at the pistol in his chest pouch with pale faces.
Run? Run like a rabbit for more than ten meters, and then be shot down by you in one shot
"The businessman." Ask waved to someone among the passengers. It was the fat businessman who said he was going to Constance last time. He smiled and called him, "Come here."
"Sir..." the fat businessman stammered, "I know nothing, I saw nothing. I have never met you..."
Ask was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was afraid that his identity was sensitive and would be exposed in the guards' interrogation, so he wanted to kill him to silence him.
So he didn't explain anything, just picked up the money bag and threw it into the fat merchant's arms:
"Help me take out the coins and put one in each of these corpses' mouths. It will be used as the ferry money for the Styx."
The fat businessman was slightly startled when he heard this.
He was aware of this ancient Sirius custom, and thought that this gentleman really had the leisure time... In other words, at least he didn't seem to be a cold-blooded and ruthless evil person who would kill innocent people at will
"Okay! Okay!" he said hurriedly, counting out coins from his purse and stuffing them into the mouths of each corpse.