"A Ferryman is responsible for transporting Wandering Spirits from this shore to the other."
Sure enough, following the direction Xie Nanzhou pointed, everyone spotted an eye-catching banner.
Fluttering in the wind, the flag bore several prominent characters: Huangquan Wharf.
A considerable crowd had gathered beneath the flag. Some shed tears by the riverside, bidding farewell to old friends.
Others stood in solitary isolation, entirely by themselves.
Jiang Younian pondered for a moment, understanding instantly. He figured some of these spirits must have lingered on this shore for quite some time, making a few close friends and thus having people to see them off at Huangquan.
As for the others, they had probably just arrived and, without the slightest hesitation, were heading straight across the Wangchuan River to be reincarnated; naturally, no one was there to see them off.
Countless small boats were densely packed along the riverbank, with a solitary Ferryman standing at the bow of each vessel.
"What kind of people become Ferrymen?"
Uncle Zhang, unusually talkative today, pointed at the stooped Ferrymen on the boats and asked Xie Nanzhou.
"They are Wandering Spirits, too. The Underworld creates these positions to accommodate them. However, the conditions for becoming a Ferryman are rather strict; one must have a very resolute state of mind."
"Huh? What do you mean? You even have to go through corporate competition down in Huangquan!"
Kong Que led Xiaoyou back from buying …
Chapter 29