After hours (or days) of the conversations, he could realize the fact that, there is no control over the afterlife and no one but the creature controls what should happen to those souls.
He thought, he breathe deeply, he took everything very seriously and then took farewell from the spiritual ghost.
Suddenly, the returning path becomes so shortened, after a few hours he arrived at the flowing riverβs bank and surprisingly found the one eyed helmsman is waiting for him.
Continuedβ¦.
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.