Chapter 99: The Evil Ferryman
Chapter 99: The Evil Ferryman
Above the underworld.
The soul-seeking ghost walked on the water holding tangerine peel in his hand.
It is truly water-based.
Moreover, as a creature born from the underworld, it can naturally control water. This is an innate ability for it.
And on its palm.
However, Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp kept staring at the mosquito-sized golden horn.
Jinjiao was naturally not dead.
Not only is he not dead, he is now cursing loudly.
"Damn lamp! Damn ghost!"
Jinjiao was furious and said, "Although I want to go back to the underworld, I am not a fool. If I dare to abandon my yellow-skinned father and run away, the master will know about it and tear the underworld apart and skin me alive."
"And you, with just a few words, labeled me a traitor."
"Are you beasts?"
"And that bastard, the yellow-skinned father, is so bad. If it weren't for my tough life, you would never see me again."
Jinjiao's eight eyes were filled with tears of grievance.
Unfortunately.
It's really as big as a mosquito now.
Chen Huangpi opened his eyes wide, unable to see clearly its expression at the moment.
then.
Chen Huangpi comforted him, "If Ah Gui beat you to death, then it must have done something bad, but you are not dead, so it is only half bad. I will definitely teach it a lesson when I get back, and I will definitely vent your anger for you."
"But you said the same thing last time."
"It does not matter."
Chen Huangpi said seriously: "The important thing is, why did you become like this? Logically speaking, shouldn't you return to your original appearance?"
"This……"
Jinjiao said hesitantly: "I don't know why this happened. Is there something wrong with Huangquan?"
"Forget it."
The brass oil lamp joked, "If you ask me, it must be your fault. Humans and ghosts are creatures born from Huangquan, and Huangquan is its mother river. You are the darling of Yintu, and Huangquan is at most a stepmother river to you."
"A stepmother is naturally not as good as a biological mother."
"impossible!"
Jinjiao shook his head like a rattle: "I have taken Lao Er to Huangquan to bathe many times before. How come he was fine before? Now he has become like this, there must be something wrong with Huangquan."
"Then why is Ah Gui okay?"
The question about the brass oil lamp stumped Jinjiao.
yes……
How come the murderous ghost is okay?
Is it true that there is such a thing as a stepmother and a biological mother in the underworld?
But even though he was the darling of Yintu, he also grew up drinking the water of Huangquan.
Even if they are not biological children.
We can't treat them differently like this, right?
"It's easy to feed a cheap ghost!"
Jinjiao gnashed his teeth and said, "My life is precious. Huangquan has treated me so badly. Once I reach the shore and the Yin Land, I will be able to return to normal."
It looks so pitiful, as if it were the size of a mosquito.
Not to mention it’s majestic, who would see it if no one is paying attention?
Although Jinjiao is wild and difficult to tame.
But it has a stubborn character. It has shown off in front of Chen Huangpi, saying that it would carry Chen Huangpi to show off. If it fails to fulfill its promise, it would be a complete loss of face.
And just then.
The soul-seeking ghost said, "Master, we seem to be in the center of this branch of Huangquan. It will probably take a long time to get ashore."
"Where in the Yintu is Luopo Mountain? Is it far away?"
Chen Huangpi came to the Yintu Yellow Springs originally for the resurrection jade on Luopu Mountain.
He didn't want to stay here long.
Because the master has been dead for three days.
If we delay for too long, it will probably be the seventh day after the death by the time we get back.
The soul-seeking ghost naturally knows what is important and what is not.
It’s just that the Yellow Springs Land is too big.
It doesn't know where it is now, so naturally it doesn't know how to answer.
But Jinjiao sneered and said, "A lowly ghost is a lowly ghost. He can only show off his power in the underworld. When he reaches the netherworld, he still has to rely on me."
"Yellow-skinned dad!"
Jinjiao shouted, "Don't worry, I am the son of Di Ting. Once we reach the shore, I will be able to find out where the nearest Luopo Mountain is by stepping on the shady soil."
There are many fallen mountains in Yintu.
In fact, Luopo Mountain refers to the place where souls are buried.
Before the sudden changes in heaven and earth.
The Yintu Yellow Spring, the human world, and even the fairyland are all connected.
After death, the souls of the living beings in the human world and the immortal world will fall into the underworld.
Those souls will gather more and more.
Finally, mountains were formed.
The resurrection jade is on the top of the mountain. If you have the ability to climb up, even if the person's soul has long been scattered or he has entered reincarnation, his soul can be reunited and resurrected exactly the same.
Apart from this, there is no other way to bring the dead back to life.
Because that’s the way the world rules.
"Thank you, Golden Horn."
Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief and was truly grateful to Jinjiao.
Of course, he did not forget that it was the soul-seeking ghost who reminded him to bring the son of Di Ting with him when going to the underworld.
Because the son of Di Ting is the darling of Yintu, he follows the Yellow Springs and turns misfortune into good fortune, which is extremely miraculous.
And just then.
The brass oil lamp suddenly said, "Chen Huangpi, Ah Gui, what do you think that is?"
Hear this.
Chen Huangpi and the Soul-Calling Ghost looked over.
I saw a thick gray fog rising from the surface of the Yellow Spring Water in the distance.
In the fog, there was a figure about four or five meters tall looming.
Jinjiao also opened his eyes wide, but his body was as small as a mosquito. Even with his eight eyes wide open, he could only see a few hundred meters away before everything became blurry.
It can't see anything.
Chen Huangpi was shocked and said, "Huang Er, that thing seems to be coming towards us."
The brass oil lamp said, "Could it be something evil?" "It's the ferryman!"
The soul-seeking ghost said in an agitated tone, "Master, you don't know that there are ferrymen in the underworld, but they never go ashore and spend their entire lives on bamboo rafts."
"As long as we give it something, it can take us through the underworld."
The Yintu Huangquan is really too big.
If you have to walk or fly without a ferryman, it will take a lot of effort no matter how good you are.
But the ferryman is different.
The tributaries of Huangquan are spread all over the Yintu, and the ferryman can take people to any corner of the Yintu.
It doesn't go ashore.
But it can also take you to the nearest shore of your destination.
Chen Huangpi didn't expect such a good thing to happen.
Suddenly the whole person was filled with smiles.
But as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore.
"Ah ghost, I am a human, will the ferryman also ferry me across?"
Hear this.
The soul-seeking ghost said in a gloomy voice: "Don't worry, Master. The ferryman will not refuse to ferry you just because you are a human. Besides, whether you are a human or not is still a question."
Chen Huangpi thought so too.
In other words, it’s the moment of speaking.
The gray mist had already floated in front of Chen Huangpi.
This speed is much faster than the soul-seeking ghost flying on water.
A bamboo pole emerged from the mist and then sank into the water.
Immediately afterwards, the bamboo raft came over.
Chen Huangpi saw the appearance of the ferryman.
It was an extremely tall figure, covered in a tattered black robe.
Only the hands holding the bamboo pole were exposed, and they were extremely skinny, almost skin and bones.
It seemed as if he knew that Chen Huangpi and the others were going to take a bamboo raft.
The ferryman stopped.
"Come up."
The ferryman's voice was hoarse, cold and old, like the voice of an octogenarian dead coming from his coffin.
Just listen.
Chen Huangpi felt uncomfortable in his heart and got goose bumps all over his body.
"A ghost..."
"Don't panic, Master. I'll be right up."
As he spoke, the ghost's body shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it became three meters tall.
It was about to take a step towards the bamboo raft.
But as soon as one foot stepped on it, the flesh and blood on the foot instantly turned into yellow river water, leaving only the bones covered with teeth marks.
The ghost froze.
Because it felt that after it bathed in the underworld, its original form, which had been restored just like its physical body, had also undergone this strange change.
Chen Huangpi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately grasped the Dongxu Divine Sword and said coldly to the ferryman: "What did you do to Ah Gui!!"
"Not it."
The soul-seeking ghost said in a complicated tone: "It's Huang Quan. There's really something wrong with Huang Quan."
As he spoke, the soul-seeking ghost stood directly on the bamboo raft.
Sure enough, all of its flesh and blood turned into river water and sank into the underworld.
Once again it turned into a skeleton.
More than that.
And the Golden Horn.
It also became what it was before.
The soul body is no longer like a mosquito.
"Even Huangquan is useless? What about Yintu?"
Jinjiao's tone was extremely panicked: "If I go ashore, even if I eat more Yin soil, I won't be able to restore my original appearance. Doesn't that mean I will be without a physical body for the rest of my life?"
Chen Huangpi reluctantly consoled him, "Don't worry, Jinjiao. Yinjiao is watching over your body in the Sutra Library. If things really don't work out, we can just go back."
"Silver Horn!"
Jinjiao's expression changed: "Then my physical body must be gone. It's over. I will be a ghost for the rest of my life."
And just then.
The ferryman suddenly said, "Son of Di Ting, from the Huangquan Hades Clan, I didn't expect that after tens of thousands of years, I could still see this kind of creature again."
"It's a pity that you are going to die."
"What are you talking about, old bastard?"
Jinjiao was furious and said, "Since you know that I am the son of Di Ting, you still dare to curse me to death. Believe it or not, I, Huangpi Dad, will kill you with one sword!"
"Jinjiao, don't talk."
Chen Huangpi shook his head and bowed to the ferryman, saying, "Grandpa, Ah Gui and Jinjiao are my family members. You said they are about to die. What's going on?"
The ferryman said grimly, "The world has changed, and the underworld has been polluted. These two have been contaminated by the underworld. After sunset, those things will come to kill them."
"what?"
"The stuff down there."
As the ferryman spoke, he knocked the side of the raft with the bamboo pole in his hand.
Ripples then spread out from this center.
Wherever the ripples passed, the yellow water surface suddenly became crystal clear.
Chen Huangpi looked down.
Below the water surface, pale faces caused by blisters covered the bottom of the Yellow Springs River.
The faces were expressionless.
He just stared at the tangerine peel on the water.
The Soul-Calling Ghost and Golden Horn looked at the countless faces underwater and felt a chill down their spine.
"Since the changes in the world, all living beings that have been contaminated by Huangquan will die at the hands of these ghosts, over and over again, just like the hell of waiting for death. In fact, this is also good. Born in Huangquan, after death, we should also become a part of Huangquan."
"It seems that there are similar things in the human world, called evil things, and they are divided into many levels."
"But in the underworld, all these are called evil spirits!"
"Huangquan is an evil spirit. They are part of Huangquan, so naturally they are also called evil spirits."
Having said this, the ferryman suddenly lowered his head, and his gray hair slipped out of his hood and hung in front of Chen Huangpi.
The ferryman said: "And you, you are also a part of the underworld, so you are also an evil spirit."
(End of this chapter)