We finally found a lead on the Walking Corpse, and they were the only ones who could take us out of the Yellow River.
Just as we were walking along the Yellow River, preparing to search for the Walking Corpse.
A boat suddenly appeared on the Yellow River and sailed toward us.
The boat was covered in mud and sand. As far as the eye could see, it was filthy all over.
I glanced at it, a bitter smile curling at the corner of my mouth.
This boat was probably another haunted boat.
Among the large and small lakes of the Spirit Realm, there were countless haunted boats, and this one was no exception. From the situation before us, this boat was probably a sunken vessel from the past. Its hull was covered in mud and sand.
The members of the Yellow River Gang nearby were completely unfazed. One of them told us that this boat came by every few days to reap human lives. Although they had repeatedly warned people, it was useless.
After all, there were always so many people rushing to be reincarnated.
We continued onward, while the Yellow River around us remained filled with danger.
At that moment, we found a house. Inside it, we met an old man.
This old man was a Yellow River Corpse Fisher. After coming to the Spirit Realm, he had been ferrying people here ever since.
He had always refused to carry us across the river. But we offered him a hefty sum, and after thinking it over, he agreed.
We were incredibly excited, because we knew that the people most familiar with the Yellow River were precisely the Yellow River Corpse Fishers.
To become a Yellow River Corpse Fisher, one's destiny had to be yin-aligned, and one's Five Elements