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"Ferryman?" Bai Mujun was slightly taken aback.

In Shintoism's concept of extradition, there are three common routes by which the deceased cross the Sanzu River.

A person who does good deeds throughout their life can cross a river using a bridge built of gold and silver.

Those who committed minor offenses waded through the shallows.

Those who are deeply sinful must cross the deep waters, where the currents are swift and there are huge rocks and snakes.

Besides these three common methods, there is another special way to cross the river.

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

However, the scene in the underworld is quite different from the legend.

There were no people crossing the river, nor any ferry boats.

"It's Momiji the Demoness," she continued.

“My father said there is only one way to reach the palace of Izanami.”

"That is to get on the ferryman's boat and let them take you there."

"You mean those guys who break boats on the Sanzu River?" Susanoo suddenly asked.

"Susanoo-no-Mikoto, do you know about them?" Shiraki Shun asked in surprise.

“I saw him when I came to the underworld years ago.” Susanoo nodded.

"Those beings are the most ferocious demons under the Mother Goddess's command—greedy and tyrannical, yet they obey all of the Mother Goddess's commands."

"As long as you get close to the Sanzu River within a certain range, they will suddenly appear and eagerly offer to take you on their boat."

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

"It is the four souls of the passengers!"

"The longer the journey, the more souls you collect. If you don't have enough souls to pay the fare, they will throw you overboard!"

At this point, Susanoo's face showed some anger as he recalled the unpleasant memories from the past.

Collecting the four souls as payment for the boat?

Shiraki Jun was taken aback.

If you lose the Shikon Jewel, then even seeing Izanami-no-Mikoto will be meaningless.

He frowned slightly and looked at the ghost woman, Kureha.

"Great Demon Red Leaf, is there no other way besides this one?"

The demon girl, Momiji, shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

Shiraki Shun pondered for a moment.

His gaze was fixed on the vast, dark river in the distance.

"It seems we have no choice but to give it a try."

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

"Those guys are no pushovers!"

"Back then, we only refused to board once, but these guys have been harassing us relentlessly ever since!"

"Moreover, these guys are protected by the Mother Goddess. As long as they are in the Yellow Springs, even if their bodies are smashed, they will automatically regenerate and they are impossible to kill!"

"Therefore, we must never provoke them lightly!"

"Don't worry, Susanoo-no-Mikoto. If anything unexpected happens, I will use the Divine Kingdom to take you away from the Underworld as soon as possible," Shiraki Shun reassured him with a smile.

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

Susanoo hesitated for a moment, but finally managed to say, "Alright then."

Shiraki Shun looked at the demon girl Momiji again and saw that she nodded slightly.

After obtaining their consent, he immediately used his escape technique.

The next instant, he appeared with the two of them before the wide Sanzu River.

The pitch-black river churned, and one could almost see countless ghosts tumbling and wailing along with it.

Just as Shiraki Shun and his two companions arrived.

Suddenly, a blood-yellow, rotten wooden boat appeared in the Sanzu River.

It emerged silently, as if from the bottom of a river.

The sides of the boat were covered with corroded and rusty copper rings, and the wooden planks were covered with dried, black bloodstains. The underwater parts were particularly bad, with claw marks that could even be seen.

The wooden boat had no sails; it was propelled by a man in a tattered black robe at the bow who rowed it.

As the wooden boat drew closer, a strong, pungent smell of blood could be faintly detected.

Shiraki Shun frowned slightly.

Through the perspective of the angle, he could easily see that the ferryman at the bow of the boat possessed neither divine power nor magical power.

It was the ghostly power I had seen during the previous exorcism.

Are these the ghosts and gods of the underworld?

Although the ghostly power within the opponent's body, when converted into mana, is only five thousand points.

However, according to Susanoo, the opponent may possess the troublesome attribute of "immortality".

Not to be underestimated.

Puff!

While Shiraki Shun was pondering.

The ferryman had already wrapped the oars with rope and stuck them into the mud beside the Sanzu River as a support.

The wooden boat then came to rest in front of everyone.

The ghost jumped off the bow of the ship, raised its head, and revealed a gaunt face as dry as wood.

A pair of cunning little eyes darted back and forth between Bai Mujun and the other two.

He chuckled and said, "That's really strange, it's actually a living person?"

Are you planning to take a boat?

"Yes." Shiraki Shun nodded. "I just wonder where your ship can go?"

"Where?" The ferryman grinned, chuckling to himself as he spoke smugly.

"As long as you have money, I can send you anywhere in this underworld!"

"Can you also go to the end of the Sanzu River?" Shiraki Shun asked calmly.

The ferryman was taken aback upon hearing this.

Those thin, small eyes narrowed instantly, revealing a hint of wariness.

What are you going there for?

“I have something to discuss and would like to meet with Izanami,” Shiraki Shun said with a smile.

Want to see the Supreme God?

The ferryman looked at Shiramu Jun with a suspicious gaze.

These survivors all seem to be quite strong?

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

Is it that you have something to ask of the Lord God, or...?

Do you want to harm the Supreme God?

"I wonder if you are able to go?" Bai Mujun asked again.

"You can go, of course you can go!" The mocking smile on the ferryman's face grew even stronger.

Is it detrimental to the main god?

What a joke!

In the underworld, the supreme god is an invincible being!

We mere living beings can only become nourishment for the Lord God!

He rubbed his palms together, making a gesture as if he were receiving money.

"However, the boat fare might be a bit expensive."

"Did you each pay the full amount, or split the cost equally?"

“I have no intention of paying,” Shiramu Jun said, shaking his head.

what?

The ferryman's face immediately turned extremely gloomy.

He said ominously.

"Living being, are you challenging the dignity of the underworld?"

Bai Mujun remained calm and continued speaking with a smile.

"Please don't be anxious, Your Excellency."

"Although I have no intention of paying, I am willing to offer my services."

Contribute?

What effort should be put in?

The ferryman was taken aback.

Shiramu Jun's gaze, however, fell on the wooden boats moored on the shore.

He slowly raised his palm.

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