Cultivating Through The Game-Chapter 654 - 351: Ferryman, Heading to the Styx_2

"Maybe it does matter, he used connections, the elders arranged everything for him, living is definitely more flavorful than being dead."

Compared to when they were alive, the sensitivity of the dead souls to various senses is much lower, except for pain.

Pain is instead more sensitive now, because when they get hurt, it's a wound to their soul – not only sensitive, but they can't faint from the pain, only hurt until their soul shatters.

And then, there's no chance of resurrection.

Moreover, the Netherworld is very barren, referring to the lack of diversity in matter, far from the richness and variety of the normal world.

Experiencing various special sensations is extremely difficult.

There's no sweet, sour, bitter, or salty, and spicy is unbearable, smells of fragrance or stench can't be detected, it's hard to enjoy the pleasure of smell... the Netherworld is a "bland" world.

Some people can't endure the "blandness" of the Netherworld, so they opt to die, find the Ferryman, and ask him to help them into reincarnation, to rebirth.

Some have gotten used to it, trying different ways to have fun, after all, they won't die again, they can do as they please.

Overall, the neighborhood of the Netherworld is expanding every moment, because new souls are always arriving. Most of them choose to enter reincarnation after spending some time here.

This is a world akin to the Peach Blossom Spring.

Even though people discussed fervently, none of them stepped forward to dissuade Lu Yu, because they also don't know if they might grow tired of this life and decide to reincarnate the next moment.

Their motivation to continue living here largely stems from knowing that after reincarnation, they will no longer be themselves, they will truly be "dead".

Lu Yu walked to the courtyard gate but hadn't knocked yet when the half-height wooden fence gate creaked open by itself.

He paused for a moment at the entrance, then stepped into the courtyard.

The courtyard was simply fenced, but Lu Yu couldn't see its features from outside; only once inside did he see it clearly.

On the left was a small garden of black soil, with many unique plants Lu Yu had never seen. They all had a distinct Netherworld style, dark in color, uniquely shaped, no two alike.

On the right was a drying rack made from two forked tree trunks, with a slightly worn straw raincoat hanging on it, looking like a person hung on a bamboo pole.

There was no one in the courtyard, Lu Yu headed to the house where a sturdy figure emerged from within.

The moment Lu Yu saw the figure, his image of the Ferryman shattered. To him, the Ferryman should be an elderly person.

Afterward, Lu Yu realized he was projecting the Ferryman image often seen in films and novels.

The Ferryman in front of him could only be described with one word – muscle-bound bald head.

Indeed, the Ferryman was not elderly but a burly bald man whose muscles made Lu Yu certain he could punch a cow to death.

The Ferryman glanced at Lu Yu, walked toward the garden, and casually said, "Seeking death? Hold on."

Lu Yu was speechless; do all people in the Netherworld speak like this?

Due to the nature of soul language, Lu Yu did not misunderstand the Ferryman's words.

If normal people spoke like this to each other, they would likely end up fighting, but with the Ferryman, seeking death was just a simple greeting.

The Ferryman randomly picked a plant from the garden, and only then did Lu Yu realize it was grown from a soul.

The plant's base still dragged half a soul's body, and he watched as the Ferryman casually rubbed it, letting the black soil fall off, and mixed half the soul into the plant.

Crunch~ The Ferryman quickly chewed up the soul-grown plant with black soil, walked to the drying rack, took down the straw raincoat, put it on, and approached Lu Yu.

Casually rubbing his large hands that reached for Lu Yu, the Ferryman casually said, "Let's go."

Facing the Ferryman's hand, Lu Yu sensed his soul wanting to leave his body, as if it would fly into his palm.

His body emitted a glimmering radiance, like a piece of jade, firmly anchoring his soul within.

Lu Yu stepped back to evade the Ferryman's reaching hand.

The Ferryman was startled, withdrew his hand, and scrutinized Lu Yu with surprise, saying, "You're not a dead person!"

Lu Yu heard this, frowned, not expecting his identity to be exposed so easily, feeling a surge of murderous intent.

The Ferryman shook his head, saying, "It's none of my business, I only deal with dead people. If you're not dead, step aside, I have work to do."

Hearing the Ferryman's words, Lu Yu's murderous intent gradually dissipated, as the Ferryman seemed unwilling to be an enemy.

After donning the straw raincoat, the Ferryman headed to the door, with Lu Yu quickly following, calling out to him, "Wait, I have something to discuss."

The Ferryman paused his steps, turned around with some curiosity, and asked, "What do you want to discuss with me?"

"I want to go to Mother River," Lu Yu looked at the Ferryman and said seriously.

The Ferryman was momentarily stunned, finding it amusing, and said, "Aren't you seeking death?"

"You've entered the Netherworld as a stowaway, already quite dangerous. I don't know how you're maintaining 'life' here, but if you dare go to the Underworld River, you'll be doomed."

The Ferryman raised his hand dismissively, turned to leave, saying, "Don't waste my time, if you want to seek death, figure it out yourself here."