Even with the Heavenly Eye open, Master and I still could not see clearly.
Standing before Ghost Gate Pass, we were like people with eight-hundred-degree nearsightedness, unable to see anything clearly except vague outlines.
There were many ghosts arriving, no fewer than one or two hundred.
They all looked like walking corpses. Their appearances were terrifying, yet their expressions were wooden and devoid of emotion.
They simply kept coming up the mountain, only to be sorted and swallowed by the sixteen stone statues.
Seeing this, I spoke to Master.
"Master, could this be sorting these ghosts into categories?"
The reason I said that was because I also believed these ghosts had definitely been sent here by my grandfather.
There was only one purpose in coming here: escorting souls to the underworld.
I only knew how to open a yin path and send off ghosts.
Neither Master nor I understood how to directly send souls down the yin path and into Yellow Springs.
But it felt as though those stone statues were not truly eating them, but categorizing them instead.
Just like the oranges in Bountiful City, which were sorted into large, medium, and small sizes before being shipped out together.
Perhaps Grandfather was doing the same thing—once the ghosts had been sorted into sixteen categories, they would be sent away batch by batch?
After hearing me out, Master nodded as well.
"It does look that way, but let's not disturb them. We'll just keep waiting."
I murmured an acknowledgment and stood quietly behind the threshold of Ghost Gate Pass, watching.
Before the ghosts on this side had all been swallowed, a dog bark suddenly rang out from the Yellow Springs Road.
"Woof!"
Upon hearing the bark, Master and I turned to look again.
The senior brothers and sisters who had