I Raised a God in Tokyo

"The ferryman?" Bai Mujun was slightly taken aback.

In the extradition theory of Shintoism, there are three common ways for the deceased to cross the Santu River.

A person who has done good deeds all his life can cross the river with a bridge built of gold, silver and jewels.

Those guilty of misdemeanors waded through the shallows.

People with deep sins must cross through deep waters with fast currents and giant rocks and snakes.

In addition to these three common ways, there is still a special way of crossing the river.

Give a sum of money to the ferryman on the Santu River, and then ask him to help you cross the river.

But the scene in Huangquan is quite different from the legend.

Neither the people crossing the river nor the boats on the ferry can be seen.

The ghost girl Hongye continued.

"Father said that there is only one way to reach Izanami's palace."

"That is to board the ferrymen's boat and let them take it with them."

"Are you talking about those guys who broke the boat on the Sanzu River?" Susanoo asked suddenly.

"Susano, do you know them?" Bai Mujun asked in surprise.

"I saw it when I came to Huangquan." Susanoo nodded.

"Those guys are the most vicious ghosts and gods under the Mother God, greedy and tyrannical, but they will obey all the orders of the Mother God"

"As long as you get close to the Santu River within a certain range, they will suddenly appear, and they will take you on board with a friendly face."

"But the fare they charge is not money at all."

"It's the four souls of the boatman!"

"The longer the distance you travel, the more four souls you will collect. If the four souls are not enough to pay the boat fare, they will throw you off the boat!"

Speaking of this, Susanoo's face was also a little angry, thinking of the unpleasant memories that happened back then.

Charge four souls as a boat fee?

Bai Mujun was stunned.

If the four souls are lost, even seeing Izanami is meaningless.

He frowned slightly, and looked at the ghost girl Hongye.

"Demon Hongye, apart from this one method, is there no other way?"

The ghost girl Hongye shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

Bai Mujun pondered for a moment.

He looked at the mighty pitch-black giant river in the distance.

"Then it seems that we can only give it a try."

"Priest Shiraki, wait a minute!" Susanoo hurriedly stopped.

"Those guys are not good at anything!"

"Back then, we only refused to ride once, and we have been entangled by these guys all the time!"

"And these guys have the protection of the mother god. As long as they are in the underworld, even if their bodies are smashed, they will automatically recover, and they cannot be killed at all!"

"So, you must not provoke them easily!"

"Please rest assured, Susanoo, if something unexpected happens, I will pass through the Kingdom of God immediately and take you out of Huangquan." Bai Mujun comforted him with a smile.

"Besides, I already have a plan, please trust me."

"This..." Susanoo hesitated, and finally said reluctantly, "That's good."

Bai Mujun looked at the ghost girl Hongye again, and saw the latter nodded slightly.

After getting the consent of the two, he immediately used the evasion method.

In the next moment, they appeared in front of the broad Santu River with the two of them.

The pitch-black river rolled, and it seemed that countless spirit ghosts could be seen wailing and wailing.

And at the moment when the three of Bai Mujun arrived.

In the Santu River, a blood-yellow rotting wooden boat suddenly appeared.

It seemed to emerge from the bottom of the river, silently.

The sides of the hull were covered with corroded and rusted copper rings, and there were dried and black bloodstains everywhere on the wooden boards, and the underwater part was particularly serious, and even torn claw marks could be seen.

The wooden boat had no sails, and the oars were moved by the man in the ragged black robe at the bow.

As the wooden boat approached, a strong smell of blood could be vaguely smelled.

Bai Mujun frowned slightly.

From the perspective, it is not difficult for him to see that the power in the body of the ferryman at the bow is neither divine power nor magical power.

It's the ghost power I saw when expelling the supernatural.

Is this the ghosts and gods in the underworld?

Although the ghost power in the opponent's body is converted into mana, it is only five thousand points.

But according to Susano, the opponent may have the tricky attribute of "immortality".

Not to be underestimated.

Puff!

When Bai Mujun was thinking.

The ghosts and gods on the ferry had already wrapped the oars with ropes and inserted them into the soil beside the Santu River as a support point.

The wooden boat then moored in front of everyone.

And the ghost jumped off the bow, raised his head, revealing a dry and thin face.

A pair of treacherous small eyes slipped around on the three of Bai Mujun and the others.

Hehe smiled and said: "It's really strange, it turned out to be a living person?"

"You guys, are you going to take a boat?"

"Yes." Bai Mujun nodded, "I just don't know where your boat can go?"

"Where is it?" The ghosts and gods on the ferry grinned and said conceitedly, with non-stop hehes.

"As long as you have money, I can send you to any place in this underworld!"

"The end of Santuchuan, can you go too?" Bai Mujun asked calmly.

The ferry ghost was startled when he heard this.

The thin and small eyes suddenly narrowed, showing a bit of vigilance.

"What are you doing there?"

"I have something to do, I want to see Izanami." Bai Mujun smiled.

Want to meet the Lord God?

The ferry ghost looked at Bai Mujun suspiciously.

The strength of these survivors seems to be a little strong?

He could only see through the strength of the woman in the maple-colored kimono, but he couldn't see through the other two.

Do you ask the Lord God for something, or do you say

Want to be unfavorable to the Lord God?

"I don't know, Your Excellency, can you go?" Bai Mujun asked again.

"If you can go, of course you can!" The mocking smile on the face of the ferry ghost became more intense.

Bad for the Lord God?

What a joke!

In Huangquan, the main god is an invincible existence!

Those who are mere survivors can only become the nourishment of the main god!

He rubbed his palms together and gestured for money.

"However, the boat fare may be a bit more expensive."

"Did you pay all by yourself, or share it equally?"

"But I don't intend to pay." Bai Mujun shook his head and said.

what?

Ferry Ghost God's face immediately became extremely gloomy.

He said grimly.

"Survivor, are you challenging Huang Quan's dignity?"

Bai Mujun calmly continued to speak with a smile.

"Your Excellency, don't worry."

"Although I don't intend to pay, but I can contribute."

contribute?

What are you doing?

The ghosts and gods on the ferry were taken aback.

But Bai Mujun's eyes fell on the wooden boat moored by the shore.

He raised his palm slowly.

A warm, benevolent, and benevolent silver light gently lit up in his palm.