Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Hello, my name is Master Wuchao."

He smiled, flew out, and landed lightly on the boat.

"Master Wuchao... I've been waiting for you for a long time. I am the ferryman of Minghai. You can call me Yinggou."

The ghost nodded in greeting, grabbed the oar, and asked quietly:

"Where do you want to go?"

"That depends on you, where you want to take me."

He looked at the ghost with a meaningful smile on his lips.

The ghost was silent, turned around and sat down, rowing the oar slowly,

The boat is made of wood. I don't know what kind of wood it is carved from. It is very old and can even be said to be crudely made.

The oar used by the ghost to row the boat is a blue crescent shovel, made of iron, and the light in the water reflects the cold light.

"This oar is much more precious than the boat." He smiled.

"It's all the same. The things given by Queen Houtu are always so precious and useless, and I can't help it. If the Bodhisattva can control the power of hell, my life will be easier."

The ghost complained, showing an indignant look, and his rowing hand trembled slightly.

He noticed it, but didn't say anything.

The boat slowly pushed away the waves. He lay on the boat, looking up at the black sky above his head, and the sound of huge waves kept ringing in his ears.

This is the Sea of ​​Hell, the deepest part of hell.

The water was black and there was no wind around.

But there are always huge waves around the boat.

It rose hundreds of feet high, like a dragon rising out of the sea, which was quite spectacular.

"It's too slow." He shook his head, "You're rowing too slowly. At this speed, we won't reach it in another 100 years."

The ghost shrugged noncommittally.

"How is the situation in hell recently?" he asked casually.

"not too good."

The ghost frowned and pointed at the dark sky above.

"There is a war going on in the mortal world. I heard it is a competition between two major forces. There is disaster everywhere."

"Really? I seem to have heard someone say that some of the boys who came to my place as apprentices mentioned that long live Chi You and that the Yellow Emperor must die and so on." He curled his lips, "Mortals have too many things to do and gain strength. I just like to do whatever I want.”

The ghost nodded in agreement and added:

"Those mortals especially like to fight, just for trivial matters."

"So, you have been ferrying a lot of people recently, right?"

He asked suddenly, with an inexplicable light shining in his narrowed eyes.

"Not many. You are the first one in the past thousand years. There are quite a few people who have been reincarnated, and they have all gone to Po Meng's side. The ones I can ferry over are all those with special status."

The ghost turned his head and smiled. He closed his eyes in time to hide the strangeness.

Huge waves rolled in, but the boat was not affected at all, as if it existed independently of this sea of ​​suffering.

On the boundless sea level, black tides are constantly rising and falling, and the concept of time is compressed to the limit here.

He hummed a ditty, the one that the Green Ox Boy could hum, and that was all he could do.

"It's really hard to hear, can you stop talking?" the ghost wailed.

The ditty stopped suddenly, and he straightened up, smiling happily.

"My tune is quite special. Every time I hum it, someone will come to trouble me."

The ghost sneered, obviously not believing this nonsense.

But at the next moment, huge waves came in extremely strange ways, rising high, and then hit the boat heavily.

"The waves are coming, why don't we hide?" he said with a smile.

The ghost shook his head and looked at him in slight surprise.

The moment the huge wave finally hit and was about to touch the boat, the ghost waved the oar and chopped up all the black water.

Heavy rain fell and huge waves capsized.

He was soaked in water.

The ghost had no physical body, so it was not affected. Instead, it kept staring at him with a strange expression, not knowing what to think.

That sentence seemed to come true.

It's really evil.

He cast a random spell and dried the clothes.

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and a dark shadow appeared in front of the ship.

"Hey, look, there's trouble coming."

He said with a smile, putting his hand into his chest and stroking the two disappeared marks.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Ghost asked.

He was busy feeling the reaction of the mark, and nodded slightly perfunctorily.

"Then sit tight, it may be bumpy later."

The ghost confessed angrily, and then turned the oar over.

"drink--"

The ghost roared, exuding a strong yin energy.

The paddle in his hand, which was shaped like a "crescent shovel", burst into bright light at this moment.

"The tide rises——"

On the black sea, angry waves rolled everywhere.

"Crossing the sea——"

The oar came out of his hand and quickly transformed into a big purple fish in the air. The fish's tail flapped and then dived towards the stern of the boat.

Waves of corpse stench hit my face, it was the pungent smell of the big fish lingering in the sky.

"How often do you change the water in this thing? Fish need a bath too!"

He covered his nose and muttered something in a muffled voice.

The ghost remained in a daze, and clasped his hands together, urging the big fish to move.

A huge shadow was faintly visible above the black water where the boat was floating.

That's a big fish hanging out on the bottom.

The ghost pointed his finger, and the big fish emerged from the water, holding its head against the stern of the boat, and swam freely.

Driven by this astonishing speed, the boat shot forward like a shuttle.

The speed is too fast and the fish swims too wildly, so the hull of the boat shakes like chaff.

His buttocks rose and fell to the rhythm, colliding with the angular planks of the ship, causing pain.

"Eh - it hurts - ah, let it - swim slower - okay!"

His voice was trembling and a little funny.

Wandering Soul replied expressionlessly:

"Speak for yourself."

He turned his head helplessly, only to see a huge fish eye staring at him, with disgusting bubbles spitting out of its mouth.

"Depend on!"

He was so frightened that he quickly turned around and squeezed into the ghost's side.

"At this speed, how long will it take for us to get there?!"

He heaved awkwardly and screamed intermittently.

"You haven't solved the trouble you've caused. Do you still have other things to talk about?"

The ghost spat, unable to stand it anymore, he grabbed him and held him up with Yin Qi, making him float in the air.

"Can you stop being so lazy? Will you die if you use some Buddha power?! You are still wasting my energy."

He shook his head with a smile, pointed at the approaching shadow in the distance and said:

"It's not that I'm lazy, I'm just waiting for that thing to make the first move!"

The ghost frowned and was about to reply, but suddenly sensed danger.

"Get out of the way!" the ghost roared.

He understood, and immediately dwarfed himself, curling up to the board of the ship.

The next moment, a cold light three feet higher than the ship's hull passed by, but it was an inexplicable shuttle of turbid liquid that was about to cut him in half.

"Huh - I'm scared to death. This thing is too fierce!"

He muttered, summoned the Zen staff, and fixed his gaze on the shadow.