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

Zhang Hao was full of doubts. He opened the book and found that the contents of the two issues were not connected. The stories in each book were relatively independent, and no story could be connected into a series.

"You are lying, right? The second volume you mentioned is the next issue. What I want to know is the subsequent development of the story in this book, but you are using this to fool me."

Zhang Hao put down the book and turned to leave, but the old man actually reached out and grabbed Zhang Hao's arm, not letting him go.

"Don't worry, I have other good things. These are all rare things. Don't you want to take a closer look?"

"Sorry, I don't have that intention."

After saying that, Zhang Hao handed the book in his hand to Han Shan.

"Then don't regret it, or you might end up in a bloody disaster in the future."

When Zhang Hao heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What? If you buy books here and they don't go your way, you're going to curse them? Do you think someone like you can have good business?"

"It's not about whether the business is good or bad, but I calculated that you will have a blood disaster. If you don't resolve it, you will be in big trouble. Young man, don't disbelieve this!"

In his heart, Zhang Hao actually believed that people might suffer bloody disasters when they were unlucky, and he also felt that this might happen to him, but he could figure it out on his own and didn't believe what the old man said at all.

"Okay, you just want me to buy your stuff, so I'll buy it."

Zhang Hao took out a hundred yuan from his wallet, put it in front of the old man, and said, "I'll buy this book."

He was talking about the folklore book.

Han Shan looked at the old man with contempt in his eyes. How could he force a sale like this?

Unexpectedly, the old man threw the money back.

"Take the money back. I'm not doing this to sell you the book. I'm serious. Something will definitely happen to you."

The old man looked at Zhang Hao with extremely serious eyes. Zhang Hao stared at him for a while, and suddenly understood. He squatted down, and the smile on his face became even more intense.

"So you mean to tell my fortune?"

If it were fortune-telling, judging from the attitude of this old man, he would probably blackmail me for a huge sum of money, right?

"Yes, I want to tell your fortune, but I don't want your money."

As a result, Zhang Hao and Han Shan's eyes towards the old man finally changed.

The old man seemed to be really worried that Zhang Hao would meet with a bloody disaster. But a stranger was inexplicably worried about his own bloody disaster... Anyone would find this strange, especially Zhang Hao, who became even more curious after experiencing such a strange dream.

The old man continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have had a very strange dream recently, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Zhang Hao's face disappeared instantly.

Yes, it was indeed a dream.

In that dream, Zhang Hao had spent more than a month, and he almost thought he was that woman. He felt very involved. But when he opened his eyes, he realized that the month was just a night when he fell asleep and dreamed while holding a book.

He couldn't figure out whether it was a dream or he had really fallen into another world where time passed at a completely different speed than in reality. Did the people in that world really exist? And what happened to the case? Could it be solved?
Seeing Zhang Hao's expression gradually becoming serious, the old man concluded that Zhang Hao had believed him, smiled triumphantly, and stroked his beard.

"How about it? Do you believe me now?"

Seeing that Zhang Hao seemed to really believe it, Han Shan quickly pulled him up and whispered, "Do you have a basic judgment in your mind? What is going on? Don't you know?"

He should know what that strange dream was about and what happened afterwards, right?
It should be clear.

However, Zhang Hao found that the dream had a profound impact on him.

His strong mentality disappeared without a trace, and his mind was full of the subsequent development of the dream. Regardless of whether the dream was real or just his own fantasy, he was eager to know what the "self" in the dream became, and what role the mysterious man played.

At this moment, a man suddenly walked out and said, "Okay, stop listening to his nonsense. Old men at these street stalls can read your mind and know what you are thinking. Their purpose is to cheat you out of your money!"

Zhang Hao subconsciously looked up, and after seeing the man's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

It’s Liu…it’s that prince!

"Wait a minute!"

Zhang Hao hurriedly stopped the man and asked directly: "What's your name?!"

The man seemed to be frightened and asked in confusion, "What?"

"No, I mean... where are you from?"

Oops, that's an even weirder question.

Zhang Hao grabbed the man's sleeve tightly and refused to let him go. Han Shan was stunned when he saw Zhang Hao like this. He wondered if this was still the same Zhang Hao as before. Could it be that he had a dream and became stupid?
"Are you okay?!" Han Shan quickly pulled Zhang Hao's hand down and said, "I'm just reminding you out of kindness. How can you hold on to someone on the street and not let go? What kind of person is that?"

Zhang Hao himself was stunned.

The action just now was completely subconscious. Even he himself didn't understand why he did this. Was he really crazy? !
The man seemed frightened by Zhang Hao's eyes and silently took two steps back.

"I'm kindly reminding you, don't try to blackmail me."

"No, you look a lot like someone I know..." Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, feeling that his way of chatting up girls was really ridiculous.

The man looked at Zhang Hao, who was crazy and unwilling to let him go, and thought that he might really have something to hide, so he said, "My name is Yang Liu, can you let me go now?"

"It's okay... You are not him. I must be dreaming and confused."

There is only one character in their names that is the same, and although they have the same face, they are definitely not the same person.

Even so, Zhang Hao still asked for the other party's contact information.

It’s not for any other reason, I just feel that with the contact information, I might be able to find the answers I want to some extent.

After Yang Liu left, the old man watched Zhang Hao "fall ill" and no longer had the urge to continue defrauding him of money.

"Okay, I won't tell your fortune anymore. It's no good for me to tell your fortune to a lunatic like you."

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly.

"Old man, I never believe in fate. My destiny has always been in my own hands. If I believed in fate, I don't know how many times I would have been teased by fate." After saying that, he left with his umbrella.

On the way, Han Shan asked, "Does the person named Yang Liu just now look exactly like the person in your dream?"

"Yes, it is related to the story in this book. I must find out what is going on."

"Well, check it out. You are becoming less and less like yourself now."

Zhang Hao couldn't find any reason to refute Han San's words. After all, he was indeed different from before.

There's nothing I can do, this is who I am now.

After returning home, Han Shan lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He struggled for a long time, and finally found a note from under his pillow. This was the note that the old man secretly put in his hand before leaving tonight. The note said that Zhang Hao would really encounter a disaster, and if no intervention was made, something would definitely happen.

If it was in the past, he would have scoffed at such words. But now, he had to choose to believe it. After all, Zhang Hao's current state was too abnormal, and it was very likely that he was affected by something.

Han Shan will not choose to escape, but he will help Zhang Hao in his own way and must make him return to his former appearance.

Until now, he himself could not tell whether this was his obsession or Zhang Hao's obsession.

In the middle of the night, Han Shan took advantage of Zhang Hao's deep sleep, quietly went out and came to the overpass.

All the other vendors on the overpass had already packed up and left, only the fortune-teller was still there. When he saw Hansan coming, he smiled as expected.

"I knew you would come. You care about that 'little lunatic' very much."

"Don't call him by that name. You said he will have a disaster and needs intervention. How can we intervene? You can't just tie him up at home and not let him go out, right?"

"That's not necessary. He is the kind of person who will face disaster even if he does nothing. Think about it, isn't that right?"

Han San thought about it and found that it was true!
Zhang Hao was indeed always inexplicably in trouble, the fat guy he met at the beginning of the school year, the classmates who came later, and the library incident... He clearly did nothing, but he was still dragged into it.

The old man grinned, revealing his silvery white teeth.

"That's right. He has this special physique. If I'm not mistaken, he is not an ordinary person, right? At least... he must have done great deeds or committed sins in his previous life, so he is destined to have a restless life in this life. I can't see what will happen specifically, but to me, he is really special, really strange."

"Don't say these useless things. What can I do to help him? You gave me this note, didn't you just want me to come to you quietly? What do you want me to do?"

Han Shan knew that there was no free lunch in this world. If this person could really help Zhang Hao, he would definitely ask for something.

"I don't want any reward, I just want to tell your fortune."

"why?"

"From the moment you showed up, I felt that you were not ordinary people. It was as if you were reincarnated from the next life into this life... I am not very educated and don't know how to describe it, but I really want to calculate your fortune and see what your situation is in this life."

It is rare for fortune tellers to encounter such a unique fate. If they do, it is an extremely rare learning opportunity. Helping people to get rid of disasters for free and seeing this unique fate yourself, isn't this a good thing? !
Han Shan looked at the old man with doubt, but finally agreed.

"Tell me how I can help her."

"Disasters always come to you, and it's actually very simple to solve them. If you find out the potential dangers yourself and solve them, you can greatly reduce the possibility of that man encountering danger. How about that? Isn't it simple?"

Indeed, it sounds simple.

But when Han Shan looked at the old man, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It seemed a little exciting, but also a little bit scared.

There are too many threats coming to me. Strange dreams, annoying students, and this old man...

Those people with mysteries may be potential dangers to Zhang Hao, and he dare not take the risk.

There was no other way, he could only choose the simplest method possible.

Han San stretched out his hand to the old man: "Didn't you say you wanted to tell your fortune? Go ahead, I can only read your palm, don't ask anything else."

"Good good."

The old man held the umbrella in his hand as if it were a treasure, but as he looked at it, his eyes gradually became solemn, and then he stood up with horror on his face, and ran away without even taking his things.

Han Umbrella was left there, looking at his hand with a puzzled look.

"What's going on? Are my hands that scary?"

Han Shan had studied Zhang Hao's hands before, and had also seen other people's hands. He thought he had imitated them very well and there couldn't be any problems. How could this happen?
Han Shan looked at the things the old man left behind and couldn't help but sigh. He helped pack them up and stuffed them into the corner of the overpass.

Considering that the old man told him how to help Zhang Hao, he reluctantly helped him close the stall. As for looking after the things, that was not his job.

The next day, after Zhang Hao got up, he saw Han Shan preparing breakfast, and it looked quite realistic.

"When did you get back last night?"

"How did you know I went out last night?"

"I smell your scent, the scent of night dew."

Zhang Hao tried his best to speak in a calm tone, but he was actually very concerned and his eyes were fixed on Han Shan.

In his opinion, Han San had his own things to do, which was not a bad thing, but if Han San cheated him, then they would have to have a serious talk.

"I went to look for the old man from last night."

Han Shan said bluntly: "I was very worried. The old man said that you would have a disaster. I didn't want to believe it, so I went to take a look and wanted to hear what the old man would say. But when I got there, he was gone."

Han Shan's words were half true and half false. In addition, he was born a master of lying. Even Zhang Hao, who had known Han Shan for a long time, could not tell whether it was true or false for a moment.

"Okay, don't believe what those old men say in the future. If fortune-telling is really useful, I would have done it for myself a long time ago. I just don't think it's necessary. And you know, I never believe in fate. I only believe that my destiny is in my own hands."

"Okay, I see. I'm sorry for making you worry."

Zhang Hao patted Hansan's shoulder and said, "You are all I have now... You understand me in every sense."

Zhang Hao inexplicably felt a surge of sadness. After going through so much, he thought he would cherish the time with his family when he returned here, but that was not the case. (End of this chapter)