Chapter 7 Crossing the Yin

　　These huge figures like small mountains were more than dozens of times larger than Grandma. The ghostly fire-like eyes were like stars in the sky in the sea of churning fog, and they fell straight onto Qin Yu. However, none of them dared to come over. 　　It was just so quiet as it watched the two walk on the white bone road. Moreover, when Granny took a step, those huge eyes retreated one step at a time. It was as if the starry dome in the sky began to sway. 　　"This is called crossing the Yin. If you are Taoist enough, you can find the one you want to find here, a soul within seven days. Even let the other party briefly regain their sanity and talk to you. The so-called invocation of souls by those mages in the Yang world is to temporarily invoke the other party's soul back from here when the ghost has not yet finished its seven days and still has its last breath of Yang Qi left." 　　"Even further, if you are fortunate enough to be honored with a position above the Ghost Duty Officer, you don't need to cross the Yin at all, and you can directly make a move to take someone on this Yin-Yang road. Alright, bow your head, it's here, you can speak now." 　　Qin Night immediately collected his mind and lowered his head. 　　This path of skeletons had already come to an end, and there, a large ship was clearly parked. 　　It was an ancient style ferry, a full thousand meters in size, and it was just quietly resting in the void, however, where the ferryman should have been on the ferry, there was now a golden colored skeleton standing! 　　Green bucket hat, green straw raincoat, skeleton pure gold, still holding the rocking jerk, slightly bowed waist, buried head, make a posture of exertion. It was hard to imagine that it was such an ordinary human-sized skeleton that was the boatman of this thousand-meter ferry. On the other side of the bridge of bones, countless yin spirits did not know when their hands had already held the medieval banknotes, and looked straight at the skeleton. 　　"He ...... died?" Qin Night muttered. 　　Grandmother's gaze was incomparably complex: "Not dead ...... but left ......" 　　"For thousands of years, I never knew his name. He never said a word, all quietly sent people to the old body, and then silently left. We thought we would look at each other like this for eternity, who knew ......" 　　She shook her head and didn't say any more. 　　Qin night thoughtfully retracted his gaze, just at this moment, suddenly blessed to the heart in general, eyes steeply bright, suddenly incredulous once again looked at the boatman, feet can not help but step forward. 　　Just stepped out, he felt an empty space under his feet, his body was suddenly unbalanced. A strong force then came from his arm, violently pulling him back. 　　"Are you looking for death!" Granny said angrily, "Look at your feet!" 　　Qin Night looked down in a cold sweat, and right below his feet, below the bones, was a ten thousand feet deep abyss! 　　The ferry boat stayed in the void, giving the illusion that it was flat and crossable, yet it wasn't like that at all. 　　The ten thousand feet deep abyss is not scary, what is more scary is ...... that this abyss can only be seen by stepping out of the bridge. And ...... just as he fell down, he vaguely heard a cackling woman s light laughter from below, and countless black waves rumbled and erupted from the bottom of the abyss, spreading crazily along with the mountain wall. 　　That was not a black tide. 　　Rather, it was ...... hair! 　　Underneath this endless abyss, something terrifying was hidden, like a spider on the hunt, quietly waiting for the souls that stepped into her domain. 　　Grandmother said solemnly, "Don't think that this is just the first section of the Yellow Springs Road and take it lightly, there are too many, too many existences on this road that you can't imagine, this is a forbidden area for the living, take a wrong step and you'll die." 　　Qin Night gently patted away his grandmother's hand, and the two of them locked gazes, "I have a question. I don't know if I should ask or not." 　　"Since you shouldn't ask, then don't ask." As if she knew what he wanted to ask, Grandmother said quietly, "You've lived for too long and are much more perceptive than normal people. It's good to keep some questions bottled up in your heart." 　　Qin Night was unheard of, and his gaze grew more and more grave, "What exactly happened in the hell ...... of hell?" 　　Without waiting for his grandmother to answer, he said in a deep voice, "I just suddenly realized ...... that the way the ferryman died was by no means a natural death." 　　"His posture is exactly in the swing, and even his hands are holding up the swinging jerk with force. This is sudden death. With the ferryman's position not even expected, a sudden death that was completely out of the blue. And it was instant annihilation. So much so that his old man kept that movement even after his death." 　　Looking straight at Granny's gaze, he said word for word, "Who can achieve instant annihilation of the ferryman?" 　　Grandmother's lips slightly opened, Qin Night shook his head and continued, "Also, I thought about it before, the Yin souls ...... of the Bon Festival are so many that it's not normal. And now, these Yin souls come to the entrance of the hell but are not allowed to enter. The hell but none of the yin messengers stepped forward, this is even more abnormal." 　　Grandmother finally spoke up, not slanting her eyes, "What are you trying to say." 　　Qin Night took a deep breath, an absurd idea welled up in his heart, stepped forward, and said in a trembling voice, "The hell ...... stops?" 　　"Oh?" 　　"The ferryman died, and it just so happens that this is the time when there are constant paranormal events happening in the Yang world. Can I assume that this great change in hell is the root cause of the dramatic changes that followed in the Yang world?" 　　Saying these words, even Qin Night couldn't help but tremble, this speculation was too terrifying, so terrifying that he couldn't believe it himself. 　　How many people would die in a day? 　　Once the hell stops ...... where do the hundreds of billions of ghosts go? 　　No wonder ...... no wonder the state of affairs in the Yangworld is escalating every day, no wonder so many paranormal events have suddenly erupted! The Yangworld ...... is transforming towards a living hell! 　　"Interesting." Grandmother didn't speak immediately, and only after a long time did she smile morosely, "Kid, a rich imagination. But ......" 　　She looked straight at Qin Night with her eyes and said word for word, "Don't use the human heart to guess the ghosts ...... They are ten thousand times more terrifying than you think ......" 　　"This superficial guess of yours is only speculating one ten thousandth of the great terror you are about to see ......" 　　"Come ...... to that ship and shake the jerks to prove that you're qualified to be the last of the netherworlds of hell." 　　"Wait!" The alarm bells instantly went off in Qin Night's head and he looked at his grandmother distrustfully, "What last Yin messenger? What are you babbling about? It seems like I never promised. Also, what's with this tone of explaining your last words?" 　　Grandmother sneered, "It's useless, after living for too long, you'll be keen, even if you pretend to be pure in front of me any more, it's useless, you're just like me, your heart is black when you peel it open. In addition ...... you think that when you come to the old body s territory, you can still let a hundred year old brat like you be capricious?" 　　Before the words fell, a huge force came from behind Qin Night, and he was literally like a falling leaf in the wind, floating and flying towards the ferry. Right in the middle of his flight, his entire body steeply bloomed with countless Yin Qi, and his Ghost Duty uniform instantly transformed. 　　Pit ah! 　　Qin Night landed on the ferry with a thud and couldn't wait to curse three times I grass! Rubbing his waist, he just stood up, and Grandma's voice slowly floated in, "Shake the jerkin, and the Yin Spirits that hear the sound of the ferry will automatically gather around you. But they can't get across, as you just saw, not everyone can get on this boat. And there is a terrifying presence in the crack between the swinging boat and this road. So feel free to rest assured." 　　Qin Night gritted his teeth, "Then who am I going to ferry? What exactly are you looking for? Can you give a word!" 　　"What's the hurry." Grandmother gave him a "young people are just hairy" look, then said gruffly, "This ship ...... is not something that anyone can rock, and only those who can ferry people are qualified to serve as true ghost messengers. Whether or not you can be corrected as a formal ghost messenger and enter the civil service system of the hell, it depends on whether or not you can swing the rocking jerk." 　　"I fucking ...... I don't want it okay?!" 　　"It's OK, dog egg." Granny lit the smoking gun and faintly said, "You still have three days of Yang life." 　　Qin Night's voice instantly lowered an octave: "...... No, we are having a pleasant conversation, can we not suddenly jump to this kind of thrilling channel?" 　　"Strong desire for survival." Grandma comfortably exhaled her smoke, "Those who have eaten Tai Sui, do not live, do not die, and will not grow up, and are not recognized by the yin and yang realms. Now that the hell has stopped working, your good days are naturally at an end. The better result is to become a floating spirit floating around, the worse well ......" 　　She used the smoking gun to draw a circle of the skeleton bridge head full of Yin spirits: "You choose one?" 　　"...... I'll shake it, I'll shake it right away ...... On ruthlessness I'm only convinced by the group of you down here." Qin Night cried tearlessly toward the golden bones and worshiped three times, gently moved away, holding the rocking jerks and pressing hard. 　　Brush and pull ...... the endless void, as the jerkin board lifted, the void suddenly swept up a ripple. Obviously there is not a drop of water, but the sound of the jerk plate breaking through the water resounded through this heaven and earth. 　　In this situation, Qin Night couldn't help but have a song pop up in his head: Let's swing our oars~~The boat pushes away the waves~~The water reflects the fierce ghosts, surrounded by the evil women~~This isn't the right style! 　　This fucking painting style is not right! 　　Wooo...... a horn sounded from the boat for no apparent reason, and just at the same time, all the shadowy spirits at the head of the skeleton bridge raised their heads in unison and looked this way at the same time. 　　Woo - a second horn sounded, and the ferry slowly turned around. As the ferry turned, the Yin Spirits on the Skeleton Bridge finally moved. They looked straight at the ferry, all of them holding medieval banknotes in their hands, and took a step forward senselessly. Immediately afterward, the entire tide of nether spirits began to slowly fluctuate forward. 　　The scene was extremely spectacular. 　　Across between the ferry and the skeleton bridgehead, was an endless chasm, these Yin Spirits could not reach the ferry at all, and just after taking a step forward, they immediately fell down into the endless abyss below, and all of a sudden, a pleasurable woman's shrill laughter resounded from the abyss. 　　However, this is not able to stop the countless Yin Ling, this boat is like a lighthouse in the storm, incomparable eye-catching. 　　Hundreds and thousands of Yin Spirits, the first batch fell into the abyss, and the next batch followed closely, infinitely falling into the abyss, even forming a ...... waterfall of souls! 　　Because of the nether spirits falling and flying in the sky, the medieval banknotes, like the waterfall flying down three thousand feet splashing smoke clouds, breathtaking.