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

Just as Zhang Hao was about to call the police, he suddenly realized that the man's soul had not yet left his body. In other words, although his heart appeared to have stopped beating, he was only in a state of suspended animation.

There is still help.

Well, he's not a ruthless person. Seeing this situation, I should still step in to help.

Zhang Hao reached out and pressed on the man's heart, quickly pressing several acupoints on his body. The power flowing from his fingertips perfectly merged into his heart.

As the final pressure stimulation was completed, Zhang Hao raised his hand and patted his heart!
The "corpse," which was originally pale and had stopped beating, suddenly vomited and began to vomit large amounts of water.

Zhang Hao watched quietly from the side.

After vomiting for a while, until he had nothing left to vomit, the man lay on the ground, panting heavily.

He had just vomited so badly that tears and snot were streaming down his face, and he looked utterly miserable.

"Hey, are you stupid? Go call the police right now." Zhang Hao couldn't stand it anymore and urged the man who was lying next to him, not saying a word and staring straight at him.

"Call the police?" The young man lying on the ground gave a slightly mocking smile, then shook his head slightly. "Calling the police is useless, and might even make us a laughing stock."

Based on his extensive experience, Zhang Hao immediately sensed a strong sense of trouble in those words.

He hates trouble the most.

"Alright, then you'd better take care of yourself. I'm leaving now."

Zhang Hao packed up his fishing gear and prepared to leave, but after taking the first step, he couldn't take the second.

"Let go!"

Zhang Hao looked down at the man clinging to his leg, his brow twitching involuntarily. This guy's skin was too thick! He actually dared to cling to someone's leg like that?

Although the clothes on this kid were wrinkled from being soaked in water, they were still clearly top-brand. One piece of clothing was worth a year's salary for an average worker, and the watch on his wrist was worth hundreds of thousands of US dollars. This kind of person is obviously a rich second generation.

And this rich kid actually started clinging to his leg? Have you no shame? Aren't people in your circle supposed to be incredibly arrogant?

"I won't let you go! If I let you go, I'll be homeless."

The guy stared at him pitifully, his eyes gradually reddening, and there were even signs of tears streaming down his face.

For a grown man to go to such lengths to ask for help, he's really going all out.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but say, "I don't think you're short of money at all, how could you be homeless? Don't talk nonsense, let me go, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Upon hearing this, tears streamed down the other person's face. Coupled with his soaking wet appearance, he could easily be cast as the tragic male lead in a melodramatic drama without any makeup or styling.

“I don’t remember anything… How could I possibly have money? Besides, I was clearly deliberately thrown into the river. Someone wanted to harm me. Even if I hadn’t lost my memory, I wouldn’t dare go back until I find out the truth.”

He cried so pitifully, recounting his tragic experiences while desperately begging the other person to take him in: "Please, sir, take me in! If you don't take care of me, I'm afraid I'll be harmed again soon."

That sounded somewhat reasonable. But Zhang Hao still refused.

"If you have any problems, go to the police. The police will help you solve them." Zhang Hao broke free from the other person's arms that were holding his leg without any hesitation and started to walk away.

The other party was already desperate and didn't care about saving face anymore. He grabbed Zhang Hao's leg tightly with both hands and wouldn't let him leave no matter what.

"Can't you have any shame?"

"I don't care about shame, just take me in and I'll let go!"

“I happen to need someone to do odd jobs and run errands. If you think you can do this job, come with me.”

Zhang Hao hesitated for a moment, then gave the other person a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

His daily job is to catch ghosts and exorcise demons. If this kid were to run errands for him, he would probably be scared away in no time.

To everyone's surprise, the other party didn't mind at all, seemingly unaware of Zhang Hao's ulterior motives, and readily agreed: "No problem! When it comes to running errands, no one is better than me!"

And so, this fishing trip didn't yield any fish, but instead "fished" in a handyman.

Zhang Hao returned to the apartment with his entourage. Han San, who was about to leave, became interested when she saw Zhang Hao bring someone back: "Who is this person?"

"It's like this..." Zhang Hao recounted what happened while fishing, making Han San click his tongue in disbelief, finding the whole thing too bizarre.

"I guess you two are destined to meet. I think something's come up in my department, I need to go check it out, you can handle it yourself."

After finishing his sentence, Han San hurriedly left without even having time to introduce himself.

It seems they really do have something urgent to discuss with him.

Zhang Hao told Luo Shui to take a shower and change his clothes first, and then introduced him to the Cold Umbrella.

"He's my companion and my partner, his name is Han San. Oh, right, I forgot to ask you, what's your name? How old are you?"

The man looked around the apartment, frowned, and tried hard to remember, but he still couldn't recall anything: "I don't remember my name, and as for my age, I'm not sure, but I guess I'm in my early twenties at most."

Could it be that his soul was struck, causing his memories to become confused?
Zhang Hao looked at him and finally nodded: "But you can't be without a name, right? How about this, I'll give you a name first."

"Then I'll trouble you." The man didn't resist at all and looked at Zhang Hao with anticipation.

Zhang Hao was pondering a name when he noticed the expectant look in the other person's eyes, and goosebumps rose all over his body: "Why are you staring at me like that? I'm not your mother." That look was like a child staring at their parents, which was really unbearable.

"It's nothing, I just subconsciously... I just hope that the person who named me will treat me well."

These words left people bewildered, as if they were implying that they should treat him well and not bully him.

Are all rich kids these days so complicated?

Zhang Hao looked at him and said, "Usually, it's the parents who name the children. I'm not your parents, so don't try to play these little tricks on me. Just do your own thing."

"Okay." The man's tone carried a hint of disappointment.

"Since I rescued you from the water, let's name you Luoshui." "...Okay." Luoshui's lips twitched, certain that the other person was terrible at naming things.

Luo Shui settled into the apartment for the time being. Fortunately, there were vacant rooms in the apartment, and he had sold the watch he was wearing for tens of thousands of US dollars, so he was not short of money for the time being.

Although she was not short of money, Luo Shui felt that she was missing something: a sense of security.

Because he discovered that the person he was following was actually a professional Taoist master! He knew everything about feng shui, ghost hunting, acupuncture, and corpse transportation, and could do everything. His business scope was so wide that his errand assistant was dumbfounded.

In just one week, he encountered all sorts of evil spirits.

That day, the two had just returned to their apartment from the ghost-hunting scene and saw the living room light was on when they opened the door.

Han San breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them return and beckoned them to come over quickly: "You're finally back. Come here, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Hao walked over and sat down on the sofa. He twitched his nose and looked at Han San strangely: "Where did you go before? Why do you smell like the rotting body of a little devil from an Asian country?"

In East Asia, many small countries have the custom of raising ghost children, especially in a certain country where Buddhism is the state religion, where this custom has almost become part of East Asian culture.

The business of raising ghost children has even expanded overseas.

Some wealthy people, or other rich individuals, will buy a ghost to worship in order to achieve certain goals and pray for their wishes to come true.

However, this is ultimately a heretical and unorthodox approach. If someone who doesn't understand the intricacies of it dares to act recklessly, they will definitely suffer the consequences.

The most obvious sign is that people who raise ghost children will have the aura of the rotting corpse of the ghost child on them.

Even those short-tempered little devils might just kill their owners.

"This smell isn't on me. I just went to deal with something related to this matter, but I might not be able to handle it. I have to go on a business trip to the next province, so I can only ask you to take care of this."

As Han San spoke, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao took the business card and saw that it belonged to Chen Zixuan, the richest man in the province.

This is truly a big shot.

Chen Zixuan is among the top-ranked figures on China's rich list. His businesses are extremely diverse, covering film and entertainment, health and wellness, real estate, and high-tech industries. In short, his group is involved in any business that can make money.

Zhang Hao asked with a puzzled look, "Is your matter related to this person? But I saw in the financial news that this person went to India, that self-proclaimed great Eastern power, to discuss cooperation, didn't he?"

Han San nodded and explained the whole story in detail: "There's nothing really that can't be said, but the client has a very close relationship with Chen Zixuan; she's Chen Zixuan's wife."

"Chen Zixuan's wife is named Lu Yuxuan. I heard that she has been having nightmares lately, dreaming about bad things. I went to check on her and there is indeed a problem, but I really don't have time to investigate in detail right now, so I can only leave this matter to you. You will be in charge of communicating with Lu Yuxuan from now on."

Why are you suddenly going to the next province?

"I heard there's a cold case over there. The police have used every technological means to investigate, but they haven't found any clues. That's why they asked me to go and take a look. This matter is extremely urgent and cannot be delayed, which is why I'm in such a hurry to entrust this to you."

Han San briefly explained the situation, and Zhang Hao expressed his understanding, even patting his chest to assure him that he would handle the matter properly.

"That's good. I'll leave this to you." After saying that, Han San picked up the luggage that had been prepared in advance, got up and left.

Zhang Hao nodded, and after watching Han San leave, he turned to Luo Shui and said, "Go and make an appointment for me. Tell them we're going to visit Mrs. Lu Yuxuan tomorrow evening."

After saying that, Zhang Hao went back to rest.

Meanwhile, in the Chen family's luxurious, palatial manor villa, Lu Yuxuan was drinking wine with a man by the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the picturesque scenery of the manor from their elevated position.

"This scenery is truly beautiful. No wonder it's the most luxurious residence in the province. I'm so envious," the man said, gazing at the beautiful garden outside.

Lu Yuxuan took a sip of wine, glanced at him sideways, and said, "You're not exactly a nobody now. If you took out all your savings, you could still afford a mansion like this."

This mansion is worth 3.5 million yuan. It would take selling all of her assets to raise that amount of money, which Wei Zhiyuan is reluctant to do.

"Hahaha, baby, you're so funny. Anyway, this mansion will be yours sooner or later, and what's yours is mine. Why should we distinguish between us?"

"Watch your mouth. This is that old man's territory. If someone hears us, we'll be in big trouble."

"So what if you heard? The last person who heard it has already shut up forever, hasn't he? Yuxuan, after all these years of friendship, don't you know me? I don't want to waste any more time. When are you planning to make your move?"

"I don't want to talk about this right now. Besides, we need to be more careful, especially at crucial moments. You came here under the pretense of work, so let's not talk about anything outside of work. I'm not in the mood for that right now."

Lu Yuxuan frowned slightly, her eyes filled with depression, and even her tone of voice revealed a strong sense of impatience.

"Okay, regarding work, I have a project I'd like to discuss with you, the Xiushan real estate project. I've already prepared sufficient funds, and then..."

After finishing their meal, Wei Zhiyuan reluctantly took his leave. As he walked out of the manor gate, the butler came forward to see him off. As they walked, Wei Zhiyuan asked, feigning helplessness, "I've noticed your wife seems a bit down lately. Has something happened?"

The butler looked around and smiled respectfully. “Mr. Wei, you are very observant. Your wife has been having nightmares lately, and I don’t know why. That’s why she’s been a bit irritable. Please bear with her. After all, women have a few bad days every month.”

Wei Zhiyuan gave an OK sign and said understandingly, "I understand."

"Take care, Mr. Wei."

"Okay, no need to see me off, butler."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries with smiles at the door, shook hands, and then said goodbye.

After Wei Zhiyuan left, he didn't know that, high up in the manor, Lu Yuxuan was looking down at the entrance, watching his receding figure.

"Madam, Mr. Wei has already left."

The butler walked over, his previous respectful demeanor gone, replaced by a relaxed expression, as if he were the master of the house.

He was only in his early thirties, dressed in a sharp suit and vest, his hair, clothes, and shoes all impeccably groomed, and with his sharply defined features...

If people didn't know he was a butler, most would mistake him for the general manager of a large corporation at first glance.

"It's good that you're gone. How's the matter I asked you to arrange going?" Lu Yuxuan gently rubbed her temples, slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, looking utterly exhausted. (End of Chapter)