Zu An couldn't help but twitch his face when he thought of a white-haired old woman with a smile on her face and calling him a destined one.
"The judge is composed of city gods from various places. Each city god is responsible for several small towns or an area of a big city to ensure that there are no ghosts or monsters causing trouble nearby."
Hearing Hei Wuchang's words, Zu An only felt that there were many flaws. Now that demons from outside the world are invading the human world, why don't these city gods show up to take care of it?
"The Yin Cao Division is more important in the netherworld. It has jurisdiction over the Rewarding Department, Punishing Evil Division, Chacha Division, and Yin Law Division. Among them, the Rewarding Division records the merits and deeds during one's life; the Punishing Division records the sins committed during one's lifetime; Chacha Division
The Division is responsible for reviewing cases in the underworld to avoid unjust, false, and wrong cases. The Yin Law Division is in charge of the book of life and death and the soul-enchanting pen, which can increase people's yang life, or enchant people's souls to return to the yin."
Zu An thought of the journey to the west in his previous life. Sun Wukong seemed to have entered the underworld and forcibly changed his life and death book. He didn't expect that such a thing existed in this world. He really wanted to take a look at how long he and his friends would live. If possible, they would all look like Sun Wukong.
It would be best to change it that way.
At this time, Bai Wuchang's words came: "As for the ten major ghost messengers, ten are just imaginary fingers, which are roughly divided into three categories. Yin ghost messengers are divided into day wandering gods, night wandering gods, and the ghost king you mentioned before. They are often responsible for patrolling
In the earthly world, hunt down those escaping lonely souls and wild ghosts."
Zu An was disturbed. Could it be that the Skinned Ghost King was not from hell, but this kind of ghost?
"The soul-binding envoys are our brothers, the bull-headed horse-faced ones, the shackle generals, etc., who are responsible for the soul-binding of those who have expired."
"The other type is the demon envoys. They are responsible for attracting the souls of beasts, birds, aquatic animals, insects, etc."
After finishing speaking, Bai Wuchang said: "These may be things you will encounter in your life and work in the future, just remember these."
Zu An couldn't help but ask: "Then who am I, the Forgotten River Ferryman?"
Black and White Wuchang couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, and they all touched their long tongues: "It's strange that we can't remember who you belong to for a while. You guys don't seem to be affiliated with a certain department, and your status in the underworld is somewhat
aloof……"
Seeing the distressed look on the two of them, Zu An wondered if it was because the colossus had arranged this position out of thin air, which prevented Black and White from remembering it.
But if that's the case, the Colossus' ability is too exaggerated.
"The Forgotten River Ferryman has always been mysterious
, I don’t communicate much with the outside world. You are the first one who is so easy to get along with, Brother Zu." Bai Wuchang said with a smile, "When you take office and communicate with other ferrymen, maybe you will know which adult you belong to.
Take care of it.”
Zu An was stunned: "How many people are there in the Forgotten River Ferryman?"
"Of course there is more than one. Otherwise, how long will it take for one ferryman to ferry so many dead souls to the Netherworld every day?" Hei Wuchang replied, "Actually, let alone the ferryman, just like our Black and White Wuchang, there are more than just the two of us in the world. Likewise, there are more than one in the world.
There are many.”
Zu An thought the same thing, if there was only a pair of black and white, and so many people died every day in the world, they would be too busy even if they were obsessed with each other and smoking.
While chatting, he soon heard the sound of rushing water in front of him. Zu An looked up and saw a wide river a few miles ahead.
In my previous life, I saw that the water in the Yellow River was already yellow enough, but I didn't expect that the water in this river would be countless times turbider than the Yellow River. At the same time, the water in the river exuded a faint blood-red color, which made it look particularly weird and scary.
With Zu An's cultivation level, he could even clearly see some vague ghost figures in the water from time to time, presumably the water ghosts that Black and White Wuchang mentioned before.
These water ghosts can never leave Wangchuan River, so their faces are extremely twisted and vicious, trying to drag more people into the water.
Seeing that someone else's fate has become as tragic as theirs will give everyone a little comfort.
"Wangchuan is right in front, so we won't see our brothers off." As Hei Bai Wuchang spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Wangchuan, with a look of fear in his expression.
Zu An thought about the power of Wangchuan they mentioned. Even if they are now the official gods of the Netherworld, if they fall in, they will be wiped out of all consciousness, and then they will be entangled by those water ghosts, and they will never be able to escape. No wonder they don't want to
near.
"Thank you two brothers. When I settle down here, I will treat you two brothers to a drink in the future." Zu An said sincerely, cupping his hands, saying that it was lucky to have them as the unlockers, otherwise he would have darkened his eyes on the Netherworld and wanted to explore.
I don't know how long it will take to understand this information.
Seeing him being so enlightened, Black and White Wuchang also smiled happily: "Brother
You're welcome, let's get together after you've settled in."
After saying goodbye, he waved goodbye to Zu An, and then seemed to only take two or three steps, but with each step, their figures moved several miles away, and soon their backs were no longer visible.
Zu An secretly smacked his tongue, the strength of this black and white impermanence was much more powerful than those of the Flame Demon Siren.
When he thought that there were many black and white things like this in the underworld, which were basically the standard for civil servants here, he was shocked by the strength of the underworld.
Can a mere skinned ghost king really make big waves here?
How could I win that trial in this environment?
Speaking of which, I don't even know where the trial is or how it started. I just made some innuendoes about Black and White Wuchang along the way, but they didn't seem to know there was any trial.
This is strange...
Unknowingly, he had arrived at the Wangchuan River. He saw densely packed souls lining up in the distance, boarding one boat after another.
"Is that the Forgotten River Ferryman?" Zu An noticed that the boat was not as small as he thought. He originally thought it was the kind of boat that could only seat one or two people, but it seemed that it could seat dozens of people. .??
.
The ferryman on the boat was wearing a black raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
He held an oar in his hand and rowed casually in the Forgotten River. No matter how hard he used it, a boat staggered towards the other side.
Many dead souls even fought on the shore for a spot to board the ship.
Fighting over each other also happened from time to time. The Forgotten River Ferryman just looked at it all coldly and had no intention of stopping it.
Anyway, whoever can pay for the ship can get on the ship.
Zu An shook his head when he saw it. Of course, there was no need for the Forgotten River Ferryman to care. Anyway, there were several palaces of the King of Hell waiting for these dead souls. Now that they were robbing and committing evil crimes here, they would regret it later.
Many dead souls even saw Zu An. Judging from his extraordinary demeanor, they must be a fat sheep, so they gathered around him and wanted to rob him.
Unfortunately, as soon as they got within a certain range of him, their expressions changed. They felt an inexplicable pressure on Zu An. It was an irresistible force, as if
Just like those gods from the underworld that I encountered before.
They turned around and ran away one by one, knowing that if they got any closer, their souls would probably collapse.
At this time, the Wangchuan ferryman not far away saw the movement here and glanced at Zu An: "Huh? It turns out he is a colleague."
Feeling his gaze, Zu An cupped his hands towards him and expressed his kindness: "This brother..."
Unexpectedly, the other party turned his head and ignored him.
Zu An's expression suddenly froze. It seems that these guys are not as easy to get along with as Black and White Wuchang and Niutuumaomian. No wonder Black and White Wuchang mentioned that the Wangchuan Ferrymen all said that they were all withdrawn and unusual and difficult to get along with.
However, he suddenly had an idea. He came to the Wangchuan River and reached out to the middle of the river to call. Sure enough, soon a small boat appeared out of thin air and slowly came to the shore.
Zu An thought, is this the ship assigned to me by the Netherworld?
It seemed that he didn't need anyone's instruction. He stepped onto the boat naturally and picked up the oar on the bow. There were originally many water ghosts swimming around, trying to pull him into the water. However, after feeling the boat and the oar, a
He shrank back in fear, but was reluctant to go too far.
"There's another ferryman!" At this time, the souls of the dead saw what was going on here and ran over here one after another.
There was a long queue of other ferrymen. They wanted to cross the river in who knows what year and month. Of course, there was a new passage here and they rushed over in droves.
Seeing the lively scene, Zu An was in a trance, as if he was traveling on a long vacation in his previous life.
Soon there were disputes among the teams here, with queue-jumping, fights, insults and quarrels happening.
Zu An ignored it. He was not bored enough to seek justice for a group of dead souls, but began to think deeply.
So how do I start the trial? You won't let me be a ferryman here for the rest of my life, right?
Wait, the mysterious colossus seemed to have mentioned at that time that one needs to have an identity in the Netherworld to participate in the trial, but now that he has become a ferryman in the Forgotten River, isn't that enough?
While he was doubting, there was suddenly a commotion nearby. It turned out that several dead souls were fighting for position. One of them was accidentally pushed to the shore and stepped into the water of Wangchuan River with one foot.