"Yin Yang State... How could you know?"
'The cargo' couldn't understand how Han Dong, as a common beggar, knew of such legends that circulated in the Underworld.
However.
On the other hand, why would a common beggar stay with such a terrifying female corpse, and seemingly have good relations with her?
"Hurry up, my time is limited."
Just as Han Dong urged.
A prickling sensation spread throughout 'the cargo's' entire body; even within the leather bag, one could faintly see some purple centipedes burrowing in and out... A certain malicious witchcraft had been activated.
Even such a 'dissociated' cargo felt intense fear, for the pain brought by such witchcraft would be ten times more painful than the 'dissociation' it experienced at death.
"Do you know about the Yin Yang Road?"
In the absence of any hostility, black hair grew out of the cargo's mouth, weaving three characters on the table.
"Not quite, let me hear it..."