The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 646

Chapter 646: Chapter 646: Underworld!!!!

Who says the dead cannot be resurrected?

As soon as Huang Xiaolong said these words, not only Zhuo Lengzhou, but everyone present was dumbfounded.

Death is like extinguishing a lamp, of course, coming back to life is impossible!

Moreover, Ma Chuxia hadn’t just died, she had been dead for nearly an hour.

“Humph! Kid, stop spouting nonsense here. Aren’t these words disrespectful to the deceased?” Zhuo Lengzhou sneered.

“I don’t have time to argue with you.” Huang Xiaolong walked over to the bed where Ma Chuxia’s body lay.

Now Ma Chuxia’s pale face showed patches of black, and her mouth was frothing slightly.

These were clear signs that she had died from poisoning.

Her heartbeat and pulse had long stopped.

“Master Huang Xiaolong…after your orders, we didn’t touch the president’s body.” A weeping female Taoist said. “The president…she…she shouldn’t have trusted the people of the Bian Family… Ah~~ The Bian Family, they are like wolves and tigers!”

“Master Huang Xiaolong, please carry out the last rites for the president. From now on, our Metaphysics Society will follow your guidance.” A middle-aged Taoist said. “We must take revenge for the president!”

Huang Xiaolong touched Ma Chuxia’s body without expression. Because she had just died an hour ago, there was still a bit of body heat. But it was gradually turning cold, and the body was slowly stiffening. The weather was not cool yet, and soon it would start to smell and further decay.

She was undoubtedly dead, as dead as she could be. Even if celebrated physicians like Bian Que or Hua Tuo were to be resurrected, they could not bring Ma Chuxia back to life. But Huang Xiaolong had a way.

‘There aren’t any spirits of the young lady nearby. It seems she reported directly to the underworld after her death.’ Huang Xiaolong thought.

Yes, Ma Chuxia was a Taoist. After her death, her spirit would not linger in the earthly realm because if it did, her resentment would intensify day by day, ultimately transforming into a fierce ghost.

A person like her, who was a strong Daoist in life, would become a spell ghost after death, causing catastrophic harm. Who knows how many people could be killed.

Ma Chuxia, a Dao-defender who fought against demons in life, naturally did not wish to become a hateful ghost after death.

So she chose to report directly to the underworld to avoid any complications.

“Now find me a secluded place, where no one will disturb me.” Huang Xiaolong gingerly picked up Ma Chuxia’s body.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to desecrate her corpse? You pervert!” Zhuo Lengzhou yelled furiously.

The members of the Metaphysics Association had nothing to say. They trusted Huang Xiaolong completely. This trust came from his incredible Daoist abilities that had resonated deeply with them.

“Master Huang Xiaolong, please come with me.” The elder Taoist respectfully led Huang Xiaolong towards the rear of the hall.

Xia Ying, Zhou Mi, Miao Erfang followed closely after.

They arrived outside a room.

“Master Huang Xiaolong, apart from Zhuo Lengzhou, everyone here is from our Metaphysics Association, so please have peace of mind.” The elder Taoist said respectfully.

“Good, I’m going in to save my dear. Remember, no one is allowed to come in.” Huang Xiaolong said sternly.

“Master Long, can we go in with you?” Zhou Mi asked.

“You guys guard the door.” Huang Xiaolong refused, then turned to Xia Ying, “If anyone tries to break into this room, you have my permission to kill them.”

As a master of ancient martial arts, Xia Ying should be well capable of handling average people.

Xia Ying nodded obediently.

Then, Huang Xiaolong let out Ghost King Ying Kexin to guard outside the room. Whosoever dares intrude, annihilate them first, send their souls scattering!

After making these arrangements, Huang Xiaolong carried Ma Chuxia’s body into the room, closed the door and locked it.

Gently, he laid Ma Chuxia’s body on the bed.

“Hmm~~ Let’s get started.” Huang Xiaolong stretched himself a bit.

Suddenly!

“Dust to dust, earth to earth. The path of yin and yang is endless… The ghost gate opens, avoid it, mortals!”

With Huang Xiaolong’s chanting, the room filled with dark mists and flying sands!

A towering archway appeared vaguely above Huang Xiaolong’s head.

There were three big characters written on it – Ghost Gate!

Crack~~~~

The gate opened!

A chilling wind swept forth!

And it brought with it the mournful wails of thousands of spirits and demons.

Following that, a pitch-black path stretched forth from the ghostly gate, appearing beneath Huang Xiaolong’s feet.

This was the path to the underworld.

The Yellow Springs Road!

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong’s aura drastically changed–he radiated an air of royal dominance. He adorned a battle helmet, lead armour, was belted at the waist, wore leather boots, and his black robe reached for the heavens. On top of his robe, streaks of hellish lava floated and tumbled!

“Heh~~ Little wife, in this world, only I can bring you back from the dead.” Huang Xiaolong glanced at the corpse of Ma Chuxia lying on the bed.

Thereafter, he stepped onto the Yellow Springs Road!

Huang Xiaolong’s steps were light and comfortable, as if he were walking along a path home!

Entering the gates of the underworld, Huang Xiaolong trod upon a bridge.

It was a stone arch bridge, about four feet wide, with carved stone railings on both sides. Underneath lay a blood-red river. Inside, lava tumbled, shocking waves roared, creatures squirmed, and birds darted about. Countless spirits and old ghosts struggled in the river, their blood-curdling screams piercing the air.

“Underworld officer! I beg you to save me! I, He Shen, am willing to contribute all my worldly wealth to you. Please, I beg you!”

“Underworld officer, I, Zhao Kuangyin, am willing to be at your beck and call, even unto death. Please save me~~~”

“Underworld officer, I, Yang Yuhuan, am willing… willing to devote myself to you…”

“Underworld officer, I, Qin Hui, did not mean to betray Grandfather Yue in the past… It… it… it’s all because of the foolish king, Zhao Gou~~~ Please, save me from the River of Oblivion… I have been punished for thousands of years… I have realised my wrongs…”

“Qin advisor, you dare defame me, I will execute you!”

“Underworld officer, I, Bai Qi, have been wrongfully accused!”

“Underworld officer, I, Su Daji, am willing to serve by your side…”

…

The bridge that Huang Xiaolong crossed was the Bridge of Helplessness.

And beneath it lay the River of Oblivion.

“Oh my, stop your clamouring, you’re too noisy. If you continue, I’ll get mad.” Huang Xiaolong shook his head in exasperation, instantly shattering the dark clouds overhead, revealing his irritation. “Cleanse yourselves of your sin, and I will pull you ashore. Also, if I’m in a good mood one day, I might just yank you out for fun.”

In an instant, the chaos of voices rising from the River of Oblivion ceased. All the spirits trembled with fear, regarding Huang Xiaolong with terrified eyes.

No matter if they were once heroes or kings, or peerless beauties in life, after death, they were all insignificant before Huang Xiaolong.

At this moment, a tall, slender figure was walking alone on the Bridge of Helplessness. The chilly wind cut like a knife across her body, and she shivered as she hugged herself.

At the end of the Bridge of Helplessness, a woman with an ethereal beauty held a bowl of water, speaking to the lonely silhouette. “Once you cross the Bridge of Helplessness, your destiny is sealed. Don’t waste time with wishes or regrets. Drink this bowl of Mengpo soup and hurriedly be on your way to reincarnation.”

“The Bian Family… The Bian Family… they killed me… I… I died unjustly…” The lonely silhouette in the distance was none other than the spirit of Ma Chuxia!

The woman holding the bowl of Mengpo soup had bright eyes and white teeth. Her makeup was light yet elegant, and she brimmed with an ethereal beauty.

“You… who are you?” Ma Chuxia asked, startled. “Are you Mengpo?”

The woman subtly shook her head, softly whispering,

“The day I left Dinghu,

I crushed the enemy when the Jade Pass felt,

Six armies wept in white,

With my anger boiling for the one I loved!

My darlings scattered, not out of longing,

Rebels will face divine punishment for their carnage;

With a bolt of lightning, I cleared the Yellow Turbans from the Black Mountain,

After mourning, the parents we will see again!

…”

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong called out from behind. “Sister Yuanyuan, wait, don’t let her drink the Mengpo soup.”

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