My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Raymond was so shocked by Zhang Hao's words that he was speechless. He stood there in a daze, his body shaking unconsciously, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Raymond wanted to get closer to Zhang Hao, but when he saw that he was covered in blood, he didn't know what to do.

"You killed the previous king and became the Immortal King. What are your plans next? Do you want to rewrite the rules of this tower?"

"Just now, I suddenly realized that after becoming a king, I can spy on every corner and every moment of the world at will. I suddenly want to go home, back to the home of a long, long time ago. I really want to know how my friends are doing and whether they are safe. I really want to return to normal life, but if I continue to stay here, I am destined to gain nothing. I can only have this supreme power, but I don't want it."

"So, you're planning to leave here? If you leave, what will happen to all this? Are you going to abandon this tower?"

"I want to give this position to you, and let you guard this place for me, protect the people here, and maintain the order of this tower. In exchange, you can always pay attention to me, know everything about me, know my whereabouts, and the people around me... Even, if you want, you can come to me at any time. But you will always bear a layer of restraint, are you willing?"

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent, as if they were waiting for something.

This supreme position has attracted countless people. In the process of fighting for it, some people died accidentally, some lost their nature, and some let go of their hatred. Not everyone can persist to the end, but Zhang Hao is one of the few who did it.

"I am willing."

Raymond suddenly laughed.

"I am willing to endure all this for you. In exchange, you must always remember me. As the king of this world, I can even order you to do things for me. Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"I'm sure I won't regret it."

Zhang Hao closed his eyes: "Zhang Qiling and Fatty Wang did not come here. That Han Umbrella is indeed Han Umbrella, but he has forgotten his memory of me... The curious body has also recovered. The person I am looking for is gone, and I have found the answer that has troubled me for a long time. There is no need for me to stay here any longer. I want to leave, or rather, I must leave..."

This is what Zhang Hao saw after becoming king.

He stretched out his hand and felt the cold wind blowing through his fingers. Everything was so real, but the pain was indescribable. He had nothing now, nothing in the truest sense, and he couldn't even go back to the past.

His body can travel through time, but his mind is no longer pure. He really has nothing left...

Raymond stepped forward and held Zhang Hao's hand. A force flowed between the two of them. In just a few seconds, their power was exchanged. Others might not be able to see the clues, but they knew it well.

After a few seconds, Zhang Hao put down his hands and bowed slightly to the person in front of him.

"See you, King. Please send me and my friends back to where we came from."

"I understand. I may come to see you soon. Please don't refuse."

"I understand. Goodbye. I don't hate you anymore."

Raymond had wanted to ask this question since a while ago. Now that he got the answer, he was stunned for a moment, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Yes, there is no need to hate anymore.

Everything is over.

Zhang Hao felt his body swaying, as if he was on a boat at sea, but he felt that the dizziness was not real. He did not dare to open his eyes, fearing that something might happen, but his desire to return home became stronger and stronger. He could truly feel the sense of belonging, the familiarity and peace of mind of returning to his own world.

When Zhang Hao opened his eyes, he thought he would see the familiar inn...

This was indeed an inn, but it was not what he remembered.

The inn in his memory was located in a deserted village. There were few young people within a ten-mile radius. Most of the people were elderly, and there was deathly silence everywhere.

But the place before our eyes was radiating with an indescribable vitality.

The vendors carrying shoulder poles, the stall owners shouting their wares, the crowds dressed in ancient costumes... this place seems familiar, yet also different.

No, this is not the era he lives in!

Zhang Hao subconsciously called out to Raymond in his heart, and then laughed at himself. He was no longer an Immortal King, so how could he easily contact him?
However, Raymond's voice really rang in his heart!

"I'm sorry, something went wrong. Your friends have been sent back to the inn, but your power is too strong. The magnetic field fluctuated during the time-space teleportation, and I failed to control it accurately, so I teleported you to eight hundred years ago."

After hearing this, Zhang Hao stood there in a daze for a long time.

I was actually teleported to eight hundred years ago?
How can this be?

How come I'm the only one who encountered an accident?

He couldn't help but secretly wonder if Raymond had done something secretly? But then he thought about it again and felt that he was too dark, so he quickly put the idea behind him.

"Then send me back quickly."

"Unfortunately, I can't do that for now. There is a limit on teleporting one person, and I'm trying to resolve it. But according to my calculations, you may have to wait another month or two before you can teleport again. Until then, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here."

Zhang Hao was speechless when he heard this. He was filled with anger, but he also felt so powerless that he couldn't even bring himself to scold.

This Raymond is really going to cause him trouble.

Is Zhang Hao going to experience an ancient tour for a month in an inn built eight hundred years ago?

Although he did not starve to death, he was ultimately unable to adapt to this era.

Perhaps he had not realized that the helplessness he felt at this moment had surpassed the wonder of time and space travel.

From a certain perspective, he is gifted...

Although the inn in front of him was similar to the one in his memory, Zhang Hao knew clearly that this was no longer his inn, but a real ancient inn, not comparable to the corpse-driving inn.

Zhang Hao walked into the inn. The waiter saw that he was dressed strangely, but did not ask much questions and just welcomed him warmly.

"Sir, would you like to stay overnight or stay here? We have a special offer today, stay three days and get one day free!"

"Is there a buy three get one free offer in this day and age?"

"what?"

The waiter still bent over enthusiastically, but he obviously didn't understand what Zhang Hao meant by buy three get one free.

"I want to stay in a hotel."

"Sir, please go upstairs. You need to pay in advance to stay in the hotel. How much can you pay in advance? Or what can be used as a deposit?" Zhang Hao was puzzled when he heard this. When he was in the tower, all expenses were paid with shoes, and the clothes he wore were also uniform. Now he was wearing the examination clothes, where could he get money?

In the past, when he encountered such a situation, he only needed to draw two talismans. But when he entered the store, he noticed that there was a Bagua mirror hanging at the door of the store. This place was full of good and bad people, and Feng Shui masters often visited. Such items must be in abundance, so they might not need talismans.

"Let me stay here first, and I'll give it to you in the evening."

Zhang Hao spoke in a calm tone and had no intention of asking for anything. The waiter was naturally not afraid and led him upstairs.

"Okay, sir, please go upstairs. I'll bring you dinner tonight."

The waiters in this restaurant are all fat and strong, and they are not afraid of customers making trouble. Zhang Hao thought that after he checked in, there would be someone guarding the door, so he could not even think of escaping.

After entering the room, Zhang Hao discovered that it was exactly the same as his own office!
It’s just that my own office is more modern and stylishly decorated, while this place is antique.

Zhang Hao was puzzled. "Can this house really survive a thousand years of wind and rain? Can it really resist the wind and rain? Why does it feel no different from the inn I stayed in?"

He asked silently in his heart, but received no response.

It seemed that Raymond was either very busy or had no intention of paying attention to him at all.

Zhang Hao didn't say anything more. He shrugged his shoulders and lay down on the bed quietly, intending to rest for a while.

During the break, he took the time to check his space. The space was still full of items, everything was normal, at least he didn't have to worry about not having money to pay for the hotel, there were countless treasures in it, any one of them was enough to pay off the debt.

After he felt at ease, Zhang Hao went into a resting state again. Although he said he was resting, he was not completely asleep. Before he was sure of his own safety, he dared not relax his vigilance and could only lie on the bed and close his eyes to rest.

In the evening, there was a sudden shouting sound outside the window.

"Girl, go home quickly! The streets are not peaceful at night, and there are unclean things lurking around!"

This sound attracted Zhang Hao's attention, and he stood up, opened the window and looked out. He lived in a relatively cheap room, and the window faced the street, so he could have a panoramic view of the street scene.

When I checked in at noon, the street was bustling with activity, but now it was deserted, with only a few pedestrians left, all of them looking hurried, rushing home.

Zhang Hao wondered in his heart, what were they in such a hurry to go back for?

He noticed a Feng Shui master on the street, the same one who had reminded the girl before. The Feng Shui master seemed to have noticed his gaze and looked up at him.

When their eyes met, Mr. Feng Shui smiled slightly and stroked his beard gently.

"Sir, you look like an unusual person."

"Sir, you are joking. I just heard your voice and was curious, so I leaned over to take a look." Zhang Hao responded quickly.

"You'd better close the windows quickly. In this world, demons and monsters are rampant. Ordinary people dare not go out at night."

"Then why do you dare to walk on the street, sir? If it is true as you said, with demons and monsters rampant, even if you have great skills, you have to be careful about your own safety." Zhang Hao asked back.

"Me?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng Shui slapped his thigh and laughed, seeming to be quite disdainful of Zhang Hao's statement.

"I have never been afraid of these evil spirits. On the contrary, I am quite interested in them. I catch ghosts to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. Only with virtue can I make money and become famous. This is also my way of making a living. Brother, you'd better close the window quickly."

Although there was a hint of arrogance in the words of this Feng Shui master, Zhang Hao did not argue with him too much. He quietly closed the window and retreated back to the room.

At midnight, there were indeed strange noises coming from outside the window. Sometimes it sounded like someone was knocking on the window, and sometimes it sounded like someone was crying outside the window. All kinds of noises were so noisy, as if there were really monsters wandering in the streets.

Zhang Hao naturally didn't believe in these evil stories, but a previous conversation with the Feng Shui master had aroused his curiosity.

He quietly opened the window and was stunned when he saw what was inside.

The sky outside the window was pitch black with a strange hint of green!

This green sky is a sign of unusual celestial phenomena, foreshadowing an impending disaster!
The street was empty and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Zhang Hao quickly closed the window, and then he noticed a small secret compartment in the corner of the window, and there seemed to be something red in the compartment.

He reached out and took the thing out and saw that it was actually a talisman to ward off evil spirits.

The style of this window seems to be specially made. Zhang Hao can't help but wonder whether the windows of all the rooms in this inn are arranged like this.

Or maybe the people here have long been accustomed to all this, and these things are just standard equipment of the inn.

Suddenly, the manic voice outside the window sounded again, which frightened Zhang Hao so much that he shivered and quickly stuffed the talisman back into the secret compartment. Strangely enough, as soon as the talisman was put back in place, the noise outside stopped abruptly.

It seems that this talisman is really effective. Zhang Hao plans to study it carefully after dawn.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhang Hao remembered what the Feng Shui master said, that it would be unsafe here at night, so he did not open the door rashly. Instead, he stared at the door vigilantly and remained silent.

There were three more knocks on the door, neither loud nor soft, seeming quite polite.

"Sir, your midnight snack is here." It was the voice of the waiter during the day.

Zhang Hao hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the waiter's face came into view, and Zhang Hao was immediately shocked. The waiter was holding a tray with two small plates on it. The plates were filled with food infested with maggots...

The scene in front of him was already distorted beyond recognition, but the waiter seemed unaware of it and still had a smile on his face.

Only then did Zhang Hao notice that there was something indescribably strange about the waiter's smile.

When ordinary people smile, their facial muscles move the skin and flesh together. However, when the waiter smiled, only the corners of his mouth moved while his eyes did not move at all. He stared straight at Zhang Hao, as if his eyes were fixed on the target.

After death, the body becomes stiff and it is difficult for the dead to make those delicate movements. It is very difficult for the dead to express facial expressions as freely as normal people. It is obvious that the waiter cannot do it at this moment. Could it be that he is already dead?

But during the day, the waiter was still energetic to greet me. How come he was a completely different person at night? Did he die during the day? But I didn't hear any movement downstairs during the day.

Or maybe, the inn that he stepped into during the day was actually a haunted den full of ghosts?

If that was true, how could the talisman on the window be explained? If this inn was full of such evil things, how could this waiter still be here safely? Logically, he should have been suffering from unspeakable pain and torture.

Zhang Hao was reluctant to take the things from the waiter, and the waiter did not urge him, still maintaining that stiff smile, as if he was just mechanically executing a procedure. (End of this chapter)