Xueba's Resurrection

Chapter 148 Ferry from Hell
The gray mist at the end of the Santu River ripples gently like waves.

The Santu River, which was as calm as stagnant water, also had some waves. Suddenly, at the end of the boundary between water and sky, amidst the thick fog surrounded by gray mist, there was a faint light coming from it.

Yi Xiaochuan was wondering how to deal with the bloody bug, he suddenly turned his head and stared, slightly startled, he saw a small boat floating from the other side of the Santu River.

With a sweep of his eyes, the bull head imprisoned by the Santu River has disappeared without a trace.

This small boat floats on the water of the Santu River. The bow of the small boat is raised high, which looks weird. There is a lonely lantern hanging on the bow. There is no sail. The lantern emits a faint light, breaking through the fog and sailing away. come over.

Xiao B squinted his eyes, the bloody bug was in no hurry.

What is this boat, this person crossing the river?
Meow!

The black girl yelled, but she didn't show any signs of fear.

Xiao Zhou looked unhappy, but in the blink of an eye, it had clearly appeared in his eyes.

At the back of the boat, a boatman wearing a tattered black cloak stood there rowing the oars, wearing a hat, his face could not be seen clearly, everything was shrouded in darkness.

Under the lantern, there was also someone sitting there, with a bald head, probably not very old, looking at the shore with burning eyes, he also found Yi Xiaochuan, and smiled at Xiao Yi, looking very harmless to humans and animals.

"Monk?"

The first time he saw the bald head, "monk" appeared in Oto Xiaochuan's mind.

But as he got closer, Xiao Yi knew that the bald man was no longer a monk.

Because this little bald man is neither an Oriental nor an Indian at first glance, he is wearing a large robe with a very old round neck style in the style of the ancient Egyptian Ramesses Dynasty, and the workmanship is not complicated or gorgeous. But the simple wedge-shaped scarab pattern is a lot of reverie.

This little bald head is not simple.

Can it be 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 the underworld easily. There are many reasons, but Xiao Yi felt that he was still timid. After suffering for hundreds of years in the eighteenth floor of purgatory, could he not be afraid!

As for the ghosts of ordinary people walking on Huangquan Road, it couldn't be clearer. Just look at the undead walking on tiptoes on Huangquan Road. String puppets are also like components on a factory assembly line.

Such lines often appear in many love or film and television dramas: I am not lonely at all with you on the road to Huangquan!I'm waiting for you on Huangquan Road!
It's a pity that imagination is beautiful, but reality is skinny, laughing and laughing, you and me don't exist.

Standing on tiptoe, with a numb expression, a sluggish expression, reincarnation like a walking dead, is the normal state on Huangquan Road.

What love, love, does not exist.

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

It's not that there are no, at least Xiao Yi has never encountered a normal soul, except for a ghost or a ghost.

Now, it seems that there is a similar one.

A living soul that also came from Yangshi.

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

The feeling is clear and unmistakable.

The boat quickly swung in the direction of Yixiaochuan, and then docked, but the invincible bull head never appeared, the river was calm, as dead silent as ever, the little bald head under the lantern stood up, turned around and faced the The boatman bowed and saluted, and took out a coin.

It should be a gold coin, shining with the luster of gold under the light.

The boatman stretched out his hand to take the gold coin, and Otokawa immediately saw that the boatman's palm had no flesh and blood, but a pale skeleton palm, with five fingers holding the gold coin, making a slight rubbing sound!

Under the hat and in the cloak, there was a skeleton!

Skeleton boating!

Ferry to collect money!

In the classics of Fox Ghosts and Ghosts, Country Strange Tales, and Monarchy, it is recorded that money does not circulate in the underworld.

The real currency that circulates in the Underworld is Yin De.

Yinde is money to ghosts, ferrying, cultivating, crossing the Naihe bridge, going to the reincarnation platform, bribing difficult little ghosts, all need money to manage.

Yinde money is also called Mingbi in Yangjian. It is not the kind of Mingbi with a denomination of several million or one hundred million that is burned in Yangjian to the underworld. It is useless, otherwise it would have been inflated long ago.

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

This money does not have a specific form. If you think of it as copper money, it is copper money. If you think of it as paper money, it is paper money. Maybe gold coins in Egypt are good money, so they are condensed into gold coins.

In fact, the relationship between ghosts and ghosts in the underworld is more mundane than mundane.The benefits of yin virtue are endless, it can ascend to ghosts and gods, and descend to practice.

Lao Liu opened a late-night noodle restaurant and sent the souls of the dead to hell, which is also to earn some evil money.

This yinde money is to ghosts and messengers, just like spirit stones are to human beings.

It is an indispensable necessity.

As for the ferry skeleton, Xiao Yi thought of Charon, the boatman of Hades, the king of the underworld in Greek mythology.

The ferryman in the Styx is responsible for ferrying the souls of the dead to the other side of the Styx.Legend has it that as long as the living pay the god Charon, the ferryman of the River 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 on the River Styx?

After paying, the bald head picked up the luggage, put it on his back, and then jumped off the boat. The bald head shone under the light, and he looked a bit short, because the luggage he was carrying on his back was a huge mouthful. A long box with no visible material...

Comparing the hatchback, it naturally looks even smaller.

Otokawa watched cautiously. This bald man seemed to be less than 20 years old, with a handsome face, a bit honest, and a bit dark skin. It should be due to living in the desert all year round. It looks like a traditional ancient Egyptian... Bare Feet, a suit of clothes is clean, very exotic...

Little bald head from Egypt? !

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

After Otokawa finished his analysis, he looked at the huge box behind him...

Ok? !

scare!
This is not a box at all!
This... is a coffin!
An ancient coffin engraved with mysterious patterns and runes!
Is this carrying the coffin on his back?
The skeleton man on the ferry ignored Xiao Yi, rowed his oar, and the boat swayed slightly, causing a slight ripple on the Santu River, and the boat turned around and sailed towards the distance.

Come quietly, go quietly.

The little bald man grinned and looked at Xiao B, and said something in an incomprehensible language.

This is Arabic.

Although Xiao Yi is a top student, he only knows one foreign language!
Arabic doesn't.

After communicating in English, this little bald head can only say "hello" and "milk silk rabbit rice ball"...

It's hard to communicate.

(End of this chapter)