Peerless Famous Doctor: The Female CEO's Personal Physician

A river appeared before him.

"What is this?" Xu Xiaolou asked.

After entering the underworld, everything became very unreasonable.

"Just now I said there was a bridge, and there it is. Here is another river... I always feel, it's weird..."

The river water is yellow and stretches as far as the eye can see.

Realizing that there was no answer behind him, Xu Xiaolou turned his head and saw Yu Xiaoqi and Su Qinghe were carrying a big boat.

"Fuck, where did you get the boat?"

The three of them worked together to push the wooden boat into the river. Su Qinghe walked to the bow and said with a smile: "It was taken out of my space pocket. I prepared a lot of materials and even prepared a helicopter. , fill up the oil. However, the world of Hell seems to be unfriendly to electronic products, so they cannot be used. Relatively speaking, wooden boats are more reliable."

"Damn it, Ding Dong, what's in your space pocket?" Xu Xiaolou stared at the opponent's pants pocket, feeling the urge to tear it off and snatch it away.

Su Qinghe reached out, took out a bottle of mineral water from his trousers pocket, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Probably... it has everything, this space magic weapon has enough space, it can hold a lot of useful things... But now it's full of me, you know... I'm a person who doesn't like waste, and it would be a crime if such a large space is not used well."

"So, what exactly is this place?" Xu Xiaolou finally took his eyes off the opponent's pocket and asked.

"Here is Huangquan Road."

……

After passing the ghost gate, it is Huangquan Road.

The Naihe bridge that the three of them walked through just now represents the gate of hell.

After drinking Mengpo soup, I forget the past, and I am a ghost ever since.

Of course, this is only for beings below the Fifth Realm, the Immortal Realm.

For some reason, the appearance of Naihe Bridge was only accompanied by Xu Xiaolou's strange disappearance after drinking Mengpo soup.

Therefore, Su Qinghe and Yu Xiaoqi saved themselves from trouble.

Looking at the boundless Huangquan Road, Su Qinghe frowned and said: "It is said that Huangquan Road is a bluestone road with a width of about two meters and a length of about 50 meters. But no one thought that it is not a road at all, but a river."

Xu Xiaolou stood at the bow of the boat, standing side by side with Su Qinghe. After hearing the words, he scratched his head and asked, "How can you be sure that this river is the legendary Huangquan Road?"

"It's simple."

Su Qinghe pointed to the river bank behind him.

At some point there appeared a tombstone-like stele.

There are three big scarlet characters on it, aren't they exactly the three big characters on Huangquan Road?
Su Qinghe continued: "It is said that after a person dies, there will be black and white impermanence from the underworld to capture their souls and take them to the underworld to be judged by King Yama of the underworld. Pass. The Naihe Bridge we passed just now is one of the passes. This Huangquan Road is the second pass."

"Then is there a third level, a fourth level?"

"some."

"What is it?"

"The third pass is the other shore. The fourth pass is the end point, which is the Hall of Yama."

"Why are these checkpoints set up? Mom, some people are not easy when they are alive. I didn't expect to suffer so much difficulty after death..."

Su Qinghe pondered for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with this statement.

……

People who die normally must walk the bridge of Naihe first.

After drinking Mengpo soup and forgetting the memory, the soul is completely transformed into a ghost.

Next is Huangquan Road, which is the road of receiving and guiding.

There are still many lonely and wild ghosts on the road to Huangquan. They can neither go to heaven, nor reincarnate, let alone reach the other shore, the end of all reincarnations, the Temple of Yama, and can only wander on the road to Huangquan...

In the darkness, the brown-yellow river was surging, and as the wooden boat moved forward, countless cries came from all directions.

woo woo woo...

Who is crying in the ear?

Crying, why?
When Xu Xiaolou heard the cry, he felt a sense of sadness coming from his heart.

He shook his head irritably, and said, "Why can't they reincarnate? Didn't it mean that as long as they cross the Naihe Bridge, they can walk on this road of guidance?"

Su Qinghe turned his face away, and said calmly: "Accordingly, it is true...but do you think that every soul has the opportunity to cross the bridge of Naihe?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means that you are also a year-round overtime dog when you are Meng Po? You don't look at her appearance just now when the wind blows, but in fact, her cultivation level is at least a saint. Otherwise, how could she keep it? On the first checkpoint of the underworld, only Monkey Sun has broken in for countless years? So, it is impossible for such a powerful existence to stay there every day and never leave... How many lives die every day? Not one hundred and eighty thousand? Impossible to deal with all of them... Most of them are still black and white impermanence and other evil soldiers and generals are doing it for them... But, the dead souls There are still too many. If there are not enough manpower in the underworld, some unimportant souls will naturally be ignored... This is the same as enterprise management. Important people, people with background, and capable people will always be there. Being favored, as for those unimportant...will definitely be abandoned..."

"In other words, this is not a purely probability problem?"

Xu Xiaolou looked at the dots and stars that gradually emerged from the river around him... Those are all souls... They were abandoned and could only wait for death slowly in this river, which is death in the true sense... Soul power Gradually dissipate and merge into this eternal Huangquan Road.

Those who didn't die were struggling and crying miserably.

But, after all, he still has to die.

……

under the river.

Two figures, one black and one white, were swimming.

The white ones wear white clothes.

The black ones wear black clothes.

neat and tidy.

Meticulous.

Wearing white clothes and black clothes in the underworld can be so meticulous, of course it is black and white impermanence.

"Hey, Hei Wuchang, what's wrong with Mrs. Meng today? It seems that I'm not in the right mood."

"I don't know, but... Mrs. Meng has never been 'right', right? Over the years, you can see who she smiled at? When I passed by her just now, she actually smiled at me! Groove! It's scary."

"Maybe... because of these three people above?"

"It's very possible. Think about it. For countless years, except for the monkey grandson, who would dare not to drink any soup that Granny Meng personally used? Who would have crossed the bridge of Naihe without drinking it? Tsk Tsk tsk, this time, two people were exposed at once, I think the three people above must have a lot of background."

The surrounding brown and yellow river flows.

One black and one white figure swayed with the flow of the river.

Suddenly, a soul with a missing arm floated in front of them.

"My lord, I beg you to take me out of here. I can't bear this torture anymore. I watch my soul drift away little by little every day, and dissolve little by little in this river, but I can't do anything. This feeling of waiting to die , is more uncomfortable than if I really die!"

Waiting to die is more terrifying than dying.

This abandoned soul is obviously on the verge of collapse.

Hei Wuchang raised the wooden stick wrapped with white paper strips in his hand, and a black invisible light shot out, and immediately, the soul disappeared.

"Hmph, it's okay, and I didn't give you a gift, just thinking of going through the back door? Dreaming?"

Bai Wuchang nodded in agreement, "Hey, it's only my fault that you didn't expect to have more connections in the bottom when you were alive... Otherwise, with so many souls eager to reincarnate every day, how could we remember you?"

……

on a wooden boat.

Xu Xiaolou suddenly frowned.

"There are power fluctuations."

Su Qinghe nodded - he also noticed it.

Xu Xiaolou flew straight up, Wufeng wooden sword appeared in his hand, and stabbed at a certain position on the river!
Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded.

"Ah, Shangxian, it's me, it's me... I'm a ghost messenger!"

Hei Wuchang was provoked by a sword light and flew out of the water.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Wuchang also flew out tremblingly.

One black and one white, appearing terrified.

……

After a few minutes.

The wooden boat continued on its way.

Black and white impermanence, with a bruised nose and swollen face, was tied up with a rope made of special materials.

Back to back, with extremely frustrated expressions.

After Su Qinghe tied them up, he stood up, clapped his hands, and returned to Xu Xiaolou.

"This rope is a magic weapon. I brought it from the warehouse in my country before I set off. It is an imitation of the Taishang Laojun's sleepy sky lock. It is of average power, but it has an absolute lock for monks below the fifth level. ability."

Xu Xiaolou nodded—these two ghosts, who are said to be seductive, are only equivalent to the cultivation base of the peak monks of the fourth realm, so it is not troublesome to deal with them.

"Now, I ask, you answer. If the answer doesn't satisfy me, the end will definitely be miserable, understand?" Xu Xiaolou asked with a smile.

Black and White Wuchang nodded repeatedly—they had guessed that the backgrounds of the three people on the boat were definitely not simple, and it was better not to offend them easily... You know, there was also a monkey with a difficult background who came to make trouble in the underworld. The ghost messenger who lives forever in the underworld, but almost died under that stick...

"First of all, tell me, in the underworld, who is the best at healing soul injuries?"——Xu Xiaolou's face was extremely solemn.