The content and signature on the letter were all blank, except for the recipient's nickname at the beginning, which had three crooked and twisted words written in blood: Ferryman.
Bai Duo put away the ghost letter, but nothing happened during the period, which showed that the rules allowed him to read it.
As a messenger, he naturally has the right to know the recipient's information, otherwise how would he deliver it.
But he had no right to read the content of the letter, which was why it was blank.
"The ferryman, according to the world of the world, is a boatman who punts a boat to lead people across the river. But there is also a heretical saying that this profession is one of the five taboos along with the corpse-carrying craftsman, the line master, the corpse-retrieving person, and the executioner, and it is indispensable to have a connection with the gods. Dealing with ghosts.”
Originally, these things were used by the old people to scare children. Bai Duo was also influenced by them before traveling through time, but as a firm materialist, he naturally did not believe it.
But he couldn't help but not believe in all the strange things he encountered since time travel.
"The people who can ferry in this weird space are probably not alive." Bai Duo is very open-minded. When you face your fear, you tend not to be so scared.
What really kills is the feeling of waiting for fear to come.
The most urgent thing now is to find the ferryman first.
"To find the ferryman, you must at least find a river first." Bai Duo knelt down, pinched a handful of soil, and said thoughtfully: "Looking for water sources in the mountains and forests often requires the use of hearing, smell, and careful observation.
But this place is simply a dead zone. With my powerful five senses, I can't hear the sound of water flow. As for the sense of smell, it is even more useless. There is only the smell of rotting corpses and blood, and there is no water vapor at all.
As for observations, haha, everything is in gray tones, and even the rain is a rain of corpses. "
Bai Duo stood up. He was now on a high ground and could reach the bottom of the mountain by following the narrow path.
"It is said that when people go up high, water flows down. I have to go down the mountain anyway, so why not try my luck." Bai Duo is still very hopeful about his lucky cyan entry, because he has checked many people There is no luck in the destiny of the person.
He seems to be the only one.
Although this destiny is only cyan, its value is definitely not lower than the blue entry.
It is precisely because of this that he has repeatedly saved danger.
Running quickly along the narrow mountain road, the dark clouds above our heads began to gather again, and it was estimated that the next wave of corpses would rain down soon.
As Bai Duo moves, the scenery in his perspective is constantly changing. The only thing that remains unchanged is the hanging ghosts.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but all the hanged ghosts were facing Bai Duo. Their necks were stretched thin by the hemp rope soaked in blood, and their purple and blue blood vessels were densely covered on their blue and black faces, making them look like they were dead. Especially terrible.
"Damn it! Even if you hang yourself, you can't hang all the ghosts in the forest in one direction, right? They have been staring at me, and the direction of their bodies changes with the direction of my movement, but I don't know why they haven't killed me. Maybe it's because their killing rules haven't been violated?
Or is the hemp rope around their neck a limiter? "
Many speculations flashed through Bai Duo's mind, but no matter what the reason was, the best result was that they didn't violently kill people now.
Finally, the winding path came to an end, and we were greeted by a wide wilderness.
Perhaps this is not a wasteland at all, but a cemetery, because countless low graves are densely piled here, extending to the end of the field of vision.
The color of the sky also changed from a desperate gray to a cold scarlet, and the clouds were constantly seeping blood. It was as if the space was wailing and sobbing, it was injured.
"Will Tian be hurt too?" Bai Duo was a little stunned.
Whoosh whoosh!
Countless piercing sounds came from the top of the head, and the rain of corpses fell again. The feeling of black clouds overwhelming the city, almost comparable to the end of the world.
But the dense rain of corpses did not set foot in this cemetery.
"This is like a reverse Yangjian." Bai Duo began to walk through this cemetery. In reality, if there is rain and cloudy weather in one area, it may be sunny in another area. The weather in each place is different.
Same here.
Corpses rained down in the forest, but the cemetery in the wilderness was peaceful.
Ding--!
The sound of the hammer resounded throughout the cemetery. This sudden change made Bai Duo feel nervous. He began to hold his breath and followed the sound to find the source.
It turned out to be a scarecrow, and it came to life.
Wearing an old straw hat, the black eye sockets and the corners of the mouth sewn with black lines are hidden under the shadow of the hat brim. The fingertips of its hands have been worn out, exposing dry bones, but it still holds a hammer and iron. There is something carved on a tombstone.
Bai Duo used his excellent eyesight to see clearly that it was carving names.
After the tombstone was carved, the scarecrow began to swing the shovel again, began to dig a new grave, and then threw the corpses piled at his feet into it for burial.
"The corpse buried by the scarecrow is..." Bai Duo felt familiar, and after a moment he remembered, wasn't this one of the corpses in the rain?
Strange things rained down from the sky, but this scarecrow took the trouble to bury them.
"Is it preventing the strange resurgence?" Bai Duo had a bold idea in his mind. He had noticed early on that the corpses falling from the sky were dressed in different clothes. It was obvious that they came from different places and different dynasties.
The people who have died throughout the ages and the strangeness of their resurrections are all restricted in this way.
They are trapped in this space and cannot be reincarnated forever.
"It turns out that the hanged ghost is restricted by hanging ropes, so it doesn't revive to cause trouble. As for the overwhelming rain of corpses, if left alone, it will become a supernatural thing in time.
Hence the scarecrow for burying corpses. "
Bai Duo thought so, but he did not feel that the scarecrow was a kind companion at all. Judging from the bone stubble exposed on the fingertips, it was not difficult to guess that it must have been sewn by a living person.
Otherwise, why would the mouth be sealed with black thread?
"The method adopted here is to use rules to suppress rules, and supernatural beings to fight against supernatural beings." Bai Duo gradually understood that this space seemed strange, but it had a complete set of operating rules.
At least it could prove that his previous guess was right, but as for why it didn't succeed.
Probably because the rules of the ghost mirror cannot suppress the ghost wall, it failed.
After confirming that he was not in danger for the time being, Bai Duo no longer hid and observed, got up and left. Finding the ferryman was now the key.
He just walked through the wasteland alone. He didn't know how long it took. Finally, the thick fog cleared, and a huge city appeared at the end of his field of vision.
On the periphery of the city, there is an extremely wide moat. This is also the first river Bai Duo has encountered in these days.
"I can't wait any longer. If I don't get killed by Wei Wei, I will starve to death." Bai Duo is now a stranger who has strayed into the underworld. Ghosts can stop eating, but he can't.
Calculating the time, half a month should have passed.
He went from being as strong and powerful as a dragon, to what he is now.
The body shape is a bit like that of Zhi Kui back then, with shriveled flesh and blood but extremely tall.
Walking on the road, I feel like a starving ghost.
"I wonder what ghosts taste like." Bai Duo was already a little delirious at the moment. He looked at the city on the other side and thought with his feet that it must be a ghost town.
But he was desperate.
Hua Hua Hua.
The water in the moat was turbid and cold, and there were several creepy shadows sliding under the water.
"How should I get there?" Bai Duo squinted his eyes, instinctively telling him that the things in the river were very evil.
Just when he was at his wits' end, a forest-green light suddenly lit up in the river not far away.
The small boat made of paper is covered with colorful dyes, and the boatman wearing a straw hat and a hat pulls up to the shore.
Bai Duo subconsciously took a few steps back and asked tentatively: "Ferryman?"
