The gray mist at the end of the Santu River rippled gently like a wave.

The Santu River, which was as calm as a stagnant water, also gave birth to a little waves, and suddenly, at the end of the junction of water and sky, between the gray and foggy dense fog, there was a faint light coming.

Yi Xiaochuan was struggling with how to deal with the blood-colored insect, and suddenly turned his head to stare at it, and was slightly stunned, he saw a flat boat floating from the other side of the Santu River.

With a sweep of his eyes, the bull head imprisoned by the Santu River had disappeared without a trace at this time.

The boat floated on the water of the Santu River, the bow of the boat was raised high, it looked strange, and there was a lantern hanging alone in the bow of the boat, without a sail, the lantern emitted a faint light, and it broke through the fog and sailed over.

Xiao Yi squinted, and the blood-colored worm was not in a hurry.

What is this boat, this man who crosses the river?

Meow!

The black girl screamed, but she didn't show any fear.

Xiaozhou didn't look fast, but in the blink of an eye, it had already appeared clearly in his eyes.

Behind the boat, a boatman in a tattered black cloak stood swinging his oars, his hat on his head, his face unclear, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

Under the lantern, there are still people sitting there, a bald head, should not be very old, looking at the shore with burning eyes, he also found Yi Xiaochuan, and showed a smile at Xiao Yi, looking very harmless to humans and animals.

"Monk?"

The first time he saw the bald head, Yi Xiaochuan's mind was "monk".

But as he got closer, Xiao Yi knew that this bald head was not a monk.

Because this little bald head is not an Oriental or an Indian at first glance, he is wearing a wide robe, the style is a very ancient round-necked ancient Egyptian Ramises Dynasty style, the workmanship is not complicated and gorgeous, but the simple wedge-shaped scarab pattern is a lot of reverie.

This little bald head 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 didn't dare to go down to Huangquan easily, there were many reasons, but Xiao Yi felt that he was still cowardly, and he had suffered for hundreds of years in the eighteenth layer of purgatory, could he not be afraid!

As for the souls of ordinary people walking on the Yellow Springs Road, it is clear, you can only see the undead walking on tiptoe on the Yellow Spring Road, the dead souls can only move numbly like the walking dead, like a marionette, and like a component on the assembly line of a factory.

There are often lines like this in many love or film and television dramas: I am not alone at all with you on Huangquan Road! I am waiting for you on Huangquan Road!

It's a pity that the imagination is beautiful, the reality is skinny, and there is no such thing as hee-hee-ha-ha

Standing on tiptoe, with a numb expression and a sluggish expression, to be reincarnated like a walking corpse is the norm on Huangquan Road.

What love, love, non-existent.

Therefore, there are very few souls like Yi Xiaochuan who wander around on Huangquan Road in the underworld.

It's not that there isn't, at least Xiao Yi hasn't encountered a normal soul, except for a ghost or a ghost.

Now, it seems that a similar kind has appeared.

A living soul from the same yang world.

It is clear that the soul is the same as oneself.

The feeling is clear and you can't go wrong.

The boat soon swung in the direction of Otogawa, and then landed, and the ox head had not appeared until then, and the river was calm and as dead silent as ever, and the little bald head under the lantern stood up, turned and bowed to the boatman shrouded in a dark cloak, and took out a coin.

It was supposed to be a gold coin, shimmering with gold in the light.

The boatman stretched out his hand to take the gold coin, and Yi Xiaochuan immediately saw that the boatman's palm was not even a little flesh and blood, and the white skeletal palm, five fingers held the gold coin, and there was a slight friction sound!

Under this hat, in the cloak, there is a skeleton!

Skeleton Rowing!

Ferry to collect money!

In the fox ghosts, country monsters, and Mana Jie classics, it is recorded that there is no money in circulation in the underworld.

The real currency in the underworld is Yin virtue.

Yin virtue is money for ghosts, ferrying, practicing, crossing the Nai He Bridge, going to the reincarnation platform, bribing difficult ghosts, all need to be dotted with money.

Yin virtue money is also called the underworld currency in the yang world, not the kind of underworld currency with a denomination of millions or 100 million denominations burned by the yang to the underworld, that kind of money is useless, otherwise it would have been inflated a long time ago.

It is the yin virtue money saved in a lifetime of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

This money, there is no specific form, you imagine that copper money is copper money, you imagine paper money is paper money, maybe in Egypt gold money is good money, then it is condensed into gold coins.

In fact, between the ghosts and the ghosts in the underworld, it is more secular than the world. The benefits of Yin Virtue are endless, and it can go up to ghosts and gods and down to cultivate.

Lao Liu opened a late-night noodle restaurant and sent the souls to hell, which is also to make some yin and virtue money.

The effect of this Yin Virtue Money on ghosts is like the effect of spirit stones on human beings.

It is a necessity that cannot be missing.

As for the skeleton that ferried, Xiao Yi remembered Charon, the boatman of Hades, the king of Hades in Greek mythology.

The ferryman in the River Styx is responsible for crossing the souls of the dead to the other side of the River Styx. Legend has it that as long as the living paid Charon, the god of the Styx, he would ferry him across the river, but his boat would be extremely unsafe due to the weight of the living.

This skeleton is the ferryman on the River Styx?

After paying, the bald head picked up his luggage, carried it behind his back, and then jumped off the boat, his bald head glistening in the light, and he looked a little short, because the luggage he was carrying behind was a huge long box of indiscernible material......

Compared with the two compartments, it naturally looks shorter.

Yi Xiaochuan looked cautiously, this bald head seemed to be less than twenty years old, with a delicate face, a bit of an honest feeling, and a little dark skin, it should be due to living in the desert all year round, a very traditional ancient Egyptian appearance...... Barefoot, his clothes are clean and exotic......

A little bald head from Egypt?!

And the blood of the real ancient Egyptians......

After Otogawa finished his analysis, he looked at the huge box he was carrying behind him......

Well?!

Scare!

It's not a box at all!

This...... It's a coffin!

An ancient coffin carved with mysterious patterns and runes!

Is this carrying the coffin on his back?

The skeleton man who was ferrying ignored Xiao Yi, paddled the oar, and the boat swung slightly, setting off a slight ripple on the Santu River, and the boat turned around and sailed into the distance.

Come softly, go quietly.

The little bald head looked at Xiao Yi with a grin and said a language he didn't understand.

This is Arabic.

Although Xiao Yi is a top student, he can only speak a foreign language!

Not in Arabic.

After communicating in English, this little bald head can only say "Hello" and "Milk Silk Rabbit Rice Ball......

It's hard to communicate.