The thought of an elderly woman with white hair smilingly pulling him aside and calling him a destined person made Zu An's face twitch involuntarily.
"The judges are composed of the city gods of various places. Each city god is responsible for the area of several small towns or a large city to ensure that there are no ghosts or monsters causing trouble in that area."
Hearing Black Impermanence's words, Zu'an felt there were many things to complain about. Now that demons from beyond the heavens have invaded the human realm, why haven't these so-called City Gods appeared to manage things?
"The Underworld Department is quite important in the netherworld. It has four departments: the Department of Rewarding Good Deeds, the Department of Punishing Evil, the Department of Investigation, and the Department of Underworld Law. The Department of Rewarding Good Deeds records the good deeds people do in their lifetime; the Department of Punishing Evil records the crimes they commit in their lifetime; the Department of Investigation reviews cases in the netherworld to prevent wrongful convictions. The Department of Underworld Law is in charge of the Book of Life and Death and the Soul-Catching Pen, which can extend a person's lifespan or take their soul back to the underworld."
Zu An thought of the Journey to the West in his previous life, where Sun Wukong also stormed into the underworld and forcibly altered his Book of Life and Death. He never expected that such a thing existed in this world. He really wanted to check how long he and his friends would live. If possible, it would be best if they could all change their lives like Sun Wukong.
At this moment, Bai Wuchang's voice came: "As for the Ten Great Ghost Messengers, 'ten' is just a figure of speech. They are roughly divided into three categories: the Yin Ghost Messengers are divided into the Day-Roaming Gods, the Night-Roaming Gods, and the Ghost King you mentioned earlier. They are usually responsible for patrolling the mortal realm and hunting down those escaped wandering ghosts."
Zu An's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Skin-Peeling Ghost King was not from hell, but rather a kind of Yin Ghost Messenger?
"The Soul Collectors are us brothers, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, General of Shackles, and so on. We are responsible for collecting the souls of those whose lifespan has ended."
"Another type is the Netherworld Envoy, who is responsible for guiding the souls of beasts, birds, aquatic creatures, insects, and so on."
After saying that, Bai Wuchang said, "These are things you might encounter in your future life and work. Just remember these."
Zuan couldn't help but ask, "Then what am I, the ferryman of the River of Oblivion?"
Upon hearing this, the Black and White Impermanence were taken aback, each touching their long tongues: "It's strange, we can't recall for a moment who you belong to. You seem to not belong to any particular department, your status in the underworld is rather transcendent..."
Seeing the two looking troubled, Zu'an wondered if the giant statue had assigned this position out of thin air, which was why the Black and White Impermanence couldn't remember it.
However, if that's the case, then the colossus's power is far too exaggerated.
“The ferrymen of the River of Oblivion are always mysterious and don’t communicate much with the outside world. You’re the first one who’s as easy to get along with as Brother Zu,” Bai Wuchang said with a smile. “When you take office later, talk to the other ferrymen and you might find out which official you’re under.”
Zuan was taken aback: "Are there still many ferrymen on the River of Oblivion?"
"Of course there's more than one. Otherwise, with so many souls in the underworld every day, how long would it take for just one ferryman to ferry them all?" Black Impermanence replied. "Actually, let alone ferrymen, there are many more like us in the world, just like Black and White Impermanence."
Zuan thought about it and realized it made sense. If there were only one pair of Black and White Impermanence, with so many people dying every day, they wouldn't be able to keep up with all the souls they were collecting.
As they were chatting, they soon heard the sound of rushing water ahead. Zu'an looked up and saw a wide river several miles ahead.
In my past life, I knew the Yellow River was already quite yellow, but I never imagined that this river would be countless times more turbid than the Yellow River. At the same time, the river water had a faint blood-red hue, making it seem particularly eerie and creepy.
With Zu An's cultivation level, he could even see some blurry ghostly figures in the water from time to time, which must be the water ghosts that Black and White Impermanence had mentioned before.
These water ghosts can never escape the River of Oblivion, so their faces are extremely distorted and vicious, trying to drag more people into the water.
Seeing others suffer the same tragic fate as them brings a small measure of comfort to everyone.
"The River of Oblivion is just ahead, so we won't see Brother Zu off any further." As the Black and White Impermanence spoke, they couldn't help but glance at the River of Oblivion, their expressions showing considerable fear.
Zuan remembered that they had mentioned the power of the River of Oblivion. Even though they were now official gods of the Netherworld, once they fell in, they would have all their senses washed away and be entangled by those water ghosts, never to be freed. No wonder they were unwilling to get close.
"Thank you both, brothers. Once I'm settled here, I'll treat you to drinks sometime." Zu An said sincerely, cupping his hands in greeting. He was glad that the two of them were there to help him, otherwise he would have been completely clueless about the Netherworld and it would have taken him forever to figure out this information.
Seeing how cooperative he was, the Black and White Impermanence beamed with joy: "Brother, you're too kind. We'll have a proper get-together once you're settled."
After saying goodbye to Zuan, they seemed to take only two or three steps, but with each step they disappeared several miles away, and soon their figures could no longer be seen.
Zuan clicked his tongue in amazement; the Black and White Impermanence were far more powerful than the Flame Demon Sea Monsters.
The thought that there were many such Black and White Impermanence in the underworld, basically standard issue for civil servants here, shocked him with the power of the Netherworld.
Can a mere skinning demon king really cause any big trouble here?
How could I possibly win that trial under such circumstances?
To be honest, I didn't even know where the trial was or how it started. I had tried to subtly inquire with the Black and White Impermanence along the way, but they didn't seem to know anything about the trial.
That's strange...
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the River of Oblivion. He saw in the distance a dense line of souls, boarding one small boat after another.
"Is that the ferryman of the River of Oblivion?" Zuan noticed that the small boat was not as small as he had imagined. He had thought it was the kind of small boat that could only seat one or two people, but it seemed to be able to seat dozens of people.
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