Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"Okay."

"But I'm afraid the journey ahead won't be peaceful."

"If possible, little friend Song, take out the Ghost Hidden Pill and give it to us. This way, we can have someone to take care of us when we encounter a strong enemy."

Yuquan Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, as if he felt that lying in the black coffin was a little unsafe.

Song Yiming sneered in his heart, knowing that Yuquan Zhenren did not completely trust him, and took out four Ghost Hidden Pills and handed them over.

"Everyone, to be honest, I still have four Ghost Hidden Pills left. Of course, if you want this pill, you need to exchange it with spiritual materials."

Upon hearing this, Yuquan Zhenren was stunned.

But then he thought about it, the Ghost Hidden Pill is indeed precious, and it is also a life-saving thing in the underworld. It is understandable that the other party is unwilling to give it for free.

"Fellow Daoist Song, don't go too far!"

"We are all traveling together, and we should support each other. How can you take advantage of the fire?"

Leiyin Zhenren had a hot temper and shouted immediately.

"Don't get me wrong, Song didn't mean that."

"It's just that this Ghost Hidden Pill is not easy to refine, and I was lucky to get a few."

"If you think it's not worth it, then forget it, just pretend that Song didn't say anything."

Song Yiming smiled slightly, pretending to be aggrieved.

"Forget it, what Brother Song said makes sense. This Ghost Hidden Pill is indeed precious. If it were me, I wouldn't give it to someone easily."

"How about this, I have a jade slip here, called "Shanhai Atlas", which contains maps of the countries in the Northern Wilderness and information about the major sects."

"It's a rare treasure, I wonder if I can exchange it for a Ghost Hidden Pill?"

Yuquan Zhenren pondered for a while and took out a jade slip from his arms.

"Oh, this jade slip is not bad, I'll exchange it."

Song Yiming took the jade slip, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and found that there was indeed a lot of information in it, and nodded immediately.

Afterwards, Fairy Qiuyue took out a five-hundred-year-old spiritual medicine and also exchanged it for a Ghost Hidden Pill.

Lei Yin Zhenren's face was uncertain, but in the end, he still took out a third-level thunder talisman, which was exchanged for a pill.

The three took the ghost-hiding pill and took one each. As for Master Huiming, he did not ask for it.

"Sorry, Mr. Song, the practice of this old monk is special. This ghost-hiding pill is useless to me. I'd better lie in the coffin."

"That's good."

Song Yiming nodded, and didn't say much. He put away the black coffin and continued on his way.

The five people walked forward and passed through the mass grave. On the way, they also encountered several ghosts, but they were very successful in disguise and no conflict occurred.

In this way, after walking for most of the day, a large river appeared in front of them. As soon as they approached, they felt a gloomy ghost aura coming towards them.

"Everyone, the Zangtou River is ahead. After crossing this river, it is Youdu City thirty miles ahead!"

"As long as we are careful and don't show our tracks, we should be fine."

Yuquan Zhenren pointed to a dark river ahead and spoke in a deep voice.

The Zangtou River is hundreds of feet wide. On the surface of the river, pale human heads float densely, and there is no end in sight.

"Is there any way to cross this river? I see that there seems to be a flight ban on the river surface, and we can't fly across from high altitude?"

"Yes, there is indeed a ban above the Zangtou River. We can't fly. If we want to cross the river, we can only take a boat."

"Take a boat?"

Song Yiming glanced at the river bank and found that there were many boats moored there, and each boat had a white light hanging on it.

Immediately afterwards, a dark boat floated from the river bank, and a hunched old man stood on it, holding a bamboo pole in his hand.

"Do you guys want to cross the river?"

The old man raised his head, revealing a face as pale as paper. There were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, only two black holes.

"We are going to cross the river. I wonder how the boatman charges?"

Song Yiming stepped forward and bowed.

"Get on the boat. Each person, one ghost stone."

"Ghost stone?"

Song Yiming frowned. It was the first time he heard of such a thing.

"Fellow Daoist Song, ghost stones are the currency of the underworld. I happen to have four here. Let's cross the river first."

Yuquan Zhenren seemed to see Song Yiming's doubts. He sent a telepathic message, then took out four black stones and handed them over.

The old man took the ghost stone, and a smile appeared on his old face. He pointed to the boat.

"Please get on the boat."

The four people jumped and landed on the boat. Suddenly, the boat shook and the river water sank a little.

"Everyone, be careful. There is a kind of underworld insect in the Zangtou River. It likes to eat living people and absorb their lifespan. It is called Taiyin Jinwu."

"However, you are all dead bodies, so there should be no problem."

The old man shouted, and the bamboo pole gently touched the river water. The boat floated out and moved forward along the river.

Song Yiming's heart moved, and his eyes glanced at the river. He saw that it was pitch black below and he could not see anything.

Suddenly, a strange song sounded on the river.

"The dead souls are coming back, and the souls are returning to their hometowns..."

As the song sounded, the originally calm river surface suddenly became turbulent, and a large ship came towards them.

The big ship was thirty feet long and seven or eight feet wide. The hull was black, like ink, and a hideous ghost head was embroidered on the sail.

"Hmm? Why is this ship so strange?"

"This is the ship of the Rakshasa tribe, and it is carrying the blood food of the Taiyin Golden Centipede!"

"Blood food? Could it be living people?"

Song Yiming was shocked, but on the surface, he remained calm.

"That's right. These blood foods are all living people. They are kept in captivity by the Rakshasa tribe and are specially used to feed the Taiyin Golden Centipede."

"Every time there is a war outside the domain, the Rakshasa tribe will send troops to the human world to capture a large number of captives and bring them back to the underworld to serve as blood food."

Hearing the boatman's words, Fairy Qiuyue was furious and clenched her fists.

"The Rakshasa tribe is so powerful? The underworld doesn't care?"

"How can we care? The Rakshasa tribe is one of the three royal families in the underworld. They are so powerful that even the King of Hell is reluctant to provoke them easily."

"Undead souls like us who have transformed from the human race have the lowest status in the underworld. We are excluded everywhere and belong to the lowest level of existence."

The boatman smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"So that's it."

Song Yiming was shocked. He didn't expect that the water in the underworld was so deep.

At this time, the big ship had approached. On the deck, there were standing Rakshasa ghosts who were about ten feet tall, with green faces and fangs and double horns on their heads.

These Rakshasa ghosts exuded monstrous ghost aura and were filled with murderous rage. They were holding steel knives and iron chains in their hands and were torturing a group of humans.