Who says you can't be resurrected after death?

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

If a person dies like a lamp goes out, of course, it is impossible to be resurrected!

Besides, Ma Chuxia did not just die, but had been dead for nearly an hour.

"Hmph, boy, don't talk nonsense here, isn't it disrespectful to the dead to say such things?" Zhuo Lengzhou sneered.

"I'm too lazy to pester with you. Huang Xiaolong ran to the bed where Ma Chuxia's body was parked.

I saw that at this time, in the early summer of the horse, on the pale face, patches of black spots appeared, and the corners of the mouth also had some white foam.

This is a clear sign of death from poisoning.

The heartbeat, the pulse or something, has long since stopped.

"Master Huang Xiaolong... After you gave the order, we didn't touch the body of the elder again. A Taoist aunt cried. "Grow up... She... She shouldn't have trusted the people of the Bian family... Hey~~ Bian's family, it's jackals, tigers and leopards!"

"Master Huang Xiaolong, please preside over the aftermath of the Elder. In the future, we will learn to learn from you. Another middle-aged Taoist priest said. "I must avenge the Elder Father!"

Huang Xiaolong quietly touched Ma Chuxia's corpse, because he had only been dead for an hour, he still had a little body temperature. However, it is gradually getting colder, and the corpse is gradually hardening. It's not cool, and I'm afraid it won't be long before it starts to stink and rot further.

Man must be dead, too dead to die. Even if Bian Que Huatuo is reborn, it can't bring Ma Chuxia back from the dead. However, Huang Xiaolong had a way.

There is no ghost of the little wife nearby. It seems that after she died, she went directly to the underworld to report. Huang Xiaolong's heart moved.

Yes, Ma Chuxia is a Taoist priest, and after her death, it is impossible for the yin soul to stay in the yang world. Because once she stays in the yang world, her resentment will become stronger day by day, and eventually she will become a ghost.

A person like her, who was strong in her life, will become a powerful ghost after becoming a ghost, and it will cause a situation where life will be ruined. I don't know how many people will be killed.

Ma Chuxia was a defender of demons and demons before his death, so he naturally didn't want to become his most hated ghost after death.

So she would rather go directly to the underworld to report, so as not to delay the fear of change.

"That~~ Now find me a closed place where no one is allowed to disturb me. Huang Xiaolong carefully picked up Ma Chuxia's corpse.

"What are you doing? You want to desecrate the corpse? You pervert!" Zhuo Lengzhou barked.

The people of the Xuan Society didn't have anything to say, they trusted Huang Xiaolong extremely much. This trust came from Huang Xiaolong's penetrating Dao Method, which had completely convinced them.

"Master Huang Xiaolong, please follow me. The old man respectfully led Huang Xiaolong and walked towards the back of the hall.

Xia Ying, Zhou Mi, and Miao Erfang followed.

Outside a wing.

"Master Huang Xiaolong, in this mountain villa, except for Zhuo Lengzhou, they are all members of our Xuan Society, you can rest assured. Lao Dao said respectfully.

"Okay, I'll go in and save my little wife, remember, no one is allowed to break in. Huang Xiaolong's expression was grim.

"Master Xiaolong, shall we go in with you?" Zhou Mi said.

"Stand guard at the door. Huang Xiaolong refused, looking at Xia Ying, "If anyone wants to break into this room, you will be the killer directly." ”

Xia Ying is an ancient martial arts master, and she should be able to deal with ordinary people with ease.

Xia Ying nodded obediently.

At that moment, Huang Xiaolong released the Ghost King Ying Kexin again, and ordered it to guard outside the room, if anyone dared to break in, he would kill him directly, and then he would be scattered!

After the arrangements were made, Huang Xiaolong hugged Ma Chuxia's corpse, entered the room, closed the door, and locked it.

Gently place the body of Ma Hatsu on the bed.

"Hmm~~ Let's start. Huang Xiaolong moved his muscles and bones.

Immediately!

"Dust to dust, soil to soil, yin and yang roads, two boundless...... The ghost door is open, and the yang people avoid it!"

With Huang Xiaolong's chanting, the entire room was filled with black air, flying sand and stones!

A majestic archway loomed above Huang Xiaolong's head.

Three big characters in the book - Ghost Gate!

Click~~~~

The door is open!

The wind is blowing out!

And accompanied by the howling of thousands of ghosts.

Immediately after, a pitch-black road stretched out from the Ghost Gate Pass and appeared at Huang Xiaolong's feet.

This is the way to the underworld.

Huangquan Road!

At this time, Huang Xiaolong's temperament also changed drastically, and his whole body exuded an aura of dominating the world, with a battle helmet on his head, lead armor, a belt around his waist, leather boots, and a black square, straight to the nine heavens, and above the cloak, there were lines of hellish magma flying and rolling!

"Heh~~ little wife, in this world, only I can bring you back from the dead. Huang Xiaolong looked at the corpse of Ma Chuxia lying on the bed.

Then, step onto Huangquan Road!

Huang Xiaolong's steps were very relaxed and comfortable, as if he had embarked on a way home!

Outside the Ghost Gate, there was a bridge under Huang Xiaolong's feet.

This is the appearance of a stone arch bridge, four feet wide, carved stone railings on both sides, bluestone paving, there is a blood-red river under the bridge, in this river, magma rolling, stormy waves, insects and snakes are all over, and there are flying birds, red-eyed crows are flying around, countless ghosts and ghosts are struggling in the river, making heart-rending screams. The surface of the river was covered with bloody wind and mist, floating and sinking, and one by one, ghosts, male or female, poked out their hideous heads—

"Lord Onicha, please save me ashore! Shen and I are willing to contribute our life's wealth to you, my lord! Please!"

"Lord Ghost Messenger, I, no, I, Zhao Kuangyin, am willing to saddle the horse and follow the adult, and beg the adult to fish up the villain~~~"

"Lord Ghost Messenger, concubine Yang Yuhuan, wish... May you repay each other..."

"Lord Ghost, villain Qin Hui, I didn't mean to frame Grandpa Yue back then... Be... Be... It was Zhao Gou's faint king's doing~~~ Ask the ghost to send the lord to fish the villain out of this Lechuan River... The villain has been in prison for thousands of years... The villain knows that he is wrong..."

"Qin Xiangguo, you dare to slander me, I beheaded you!"

"Lord Onicha, I've been wronged in vain!"

"Lord Onicha, the little girl Su Da is willing to serve the adults..."

……

The bridge that Huang Xiaolong walked on was the Nai He Bridge.

And below is the Lethe River.

"Oh, stop arguing, you're too noisy. I'm going to be angry if I make any more noise. Huang Xiaolong shook his head helplessly, and suddenly, the dark clouds of the entire underworld were shattered, showing the impatience in Huang Xiaolong's heart. "Wash away your iniquity, O you, and I will fish you ashore. Also, if I'm in a good mood one day, I'll get you guys up and have fun. ”

All of a sudden, in the Lechuan River, the noisy sounds that came and went disappeared, and all the ghosts trembled, looking at Huang Xiaolong with frightened eyes.

Whether he was a hero in life, a king of a country, or a beauty of peerless beauty, after death, in front of Huang Xiaolong, he was so humble.

At this time, in front of the Nai He Bridge, a tall and slender figure was walking alone, the yin wind was blowing on it like a blade, and it was trembling with its hands.

Walking to the end of the bridge, a woman with a delicate face was holding a bowl of water and said to the tall and lonely Qianying. "After crossing the Nai He Bridge, everything is your fate, and you don't want to say anything, don't go to the stack. After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, hurry up and go to reincarnation. ”

"The Bian family... Bian Family... It was the Bian family who killed me... I... I died unjustly..."That tall and lonely shadow is the ghost of Ma Chuxia!

The woman holding Meng Po soup, with bright eyes and bright teeth, a little powder, beautiful as a flower, the sound of a warbler, long black thick hair tied into a bun with clouds on the top of her head, wearing an ancient palace dress,

"You... Are you?" asked Ma Chuxia stunned. "Are you Meng Po?"

The woman shook her head slightly and muttered. "Dinghu abandoned the world that day,

Break the enemy and collect the jade pass under the capital,

Crying bitterly for the six armies,

Chong Guan is angry and red-faced!

The red face is not my love,

The traitor dies from the feast;

Electric sweep yellow scarf under Montenegro,

See you again after crying!

……”

At this time, Huang Xiaolong shouted from behind. "Sister Yuanyuan, wait a minute, don't give her Meng Po soup. ”

……

(End of chapter)