Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

Ning Tao had never seen a ghost before, but since he met the horse, he has encountered several ghosts within a day. Jiang Hao, Bai Jing and Qing Zhui are the same. Even Bai Jing and Qing Zhui, who have been monsters for hundreds of years, have only seen ghosts until today.

Worlds, full of wonders.

Meng Jiaorong said, "Okay, you all go home, go, go ..."

The sound was faint and misty.

She didn't know where to take a bell from her hand and shook it gently. The crisp bell sounded in the dimly lit shop.

The young man, and the mother and son stood up from the bench, and walked to the "Paperback **** gate" indifferently. When he arrived at the door, the young man went the most advanced. The dark space trembled, and the black eyes like obstacles faded quickly.

"Brother Ning, you look at it," Ma Ma reminded.

In fact, without his reminder, Ning Tao's sight never left that "simple **** gate".

Inside the door, the black mist dispersed, and the young man's back was clearly visible. Under his feet was a blood-stained road that stretched forward without seeing the end.

In the distance, there were dark clouds, and there was a blaze of fire, but I didn't know whether it was a volcano or something. There is no vitality in the entire space, and no greenness is visible. Black and blood are the main colors of that world.

It's not just the young man, people are constantly coming in from other directions. Like the young man, he converges on this road. In the front, the crowds were all walking quietly, just like the refugees who fled during the famine years in ancient times.

Is there **** there?

Just when Ning Tao was surprised and perplexed, the mother and daughter also walked in, slowly and steadily forward.

"Several distinguished guests, do you want to go in and see?" Meng Jiaorong's voice broke the weird silence in this small shop.

Then Ning Tao came back to God: "That ... let's forget it."

"Then I'm closed?" Meng Jiaorong said, stroking the horse's face.

The horse nodded his head: "Stop it. Hell gate is actually nothing to look at. There is no scenery. If you walk a while, you can see the erupting volcano, the flowing magma river, and the body inside is floating. Some are still burning ... "

Jiang Haogan coughed.

Ning Tao said, "Well, let's set it that way, brother Ma Mian, if you have any news on your side, if you come to me anytime, I will be in the university lane."

"Okay, my legs are not convenient, so I will not send Brother Ning and three siblings, goodbye," Ma said.

Ning Tao nodded and said goodbye.

The three women followed and left with Ning Tao, not wanting to stay in this place for a second.

At the door, Ning Tao suddenly remembered something, and then asked, "Brother Ma, I haven't figured out one place."

"Brother Ning, didn't you get Meng Bo somewhere? You said." Ma Mian said.

Ning Tao said, "People who have sin on their bodies will go to hell. I understand that. But if people with merit go to heaven, where do they go from here?"

The three women also looked at the horse, and they were also curious about the answer to Ning Tao's question.

"Hahaha ..." The horse laughed loudly.

Meng Jiaorong also laughed: "Well ..."

The two ghosts laughed like that, the picture was ridiculous, and the sound was ridiculous.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Tao said, "Did I say something wrong?"