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

The butler, An Yuan, smiled and said in an extremely gentle tone, "Please rest assured, the person I contacted this time is someone with real skills in the industry, not the kind of charlatan Mr. Wei found."

Lu Yuxuan nodded slightly, her expression relaxing a bit: "I've always trusted you to handle things."

That bastard Wei Zhiyuan is getting more and more brazen. If he hadn't insisted on seeking thrills in this house, he wouldn't have been caught in the act by Chen Zixuan's ex-wife's son...

Just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly unlucky.

Meanwhile, during the day, Zhang Hao took Luo Shui to a local traditional culture exchange event.

Zhang Hao told Luo Shui that he would see something particularly interesting at this exchange meeting.

Luo Shui followed, looking left and right. Actually, this exchange meeting was just a commercial event organized by some traditional craftsmen, selling things related to traditional culture.

Sugar figurines, all sorts of painted masks, and other miscellaneous items.

It's interesting, but it doesn't seem particularly fun.

As Zhang Hao strolled around, he bought a sugar figurine and slowly chewed on it, saying, "Wait a little longer, and you'll see a really interesting scene."

Sure enough, not long after, the business exchange center changed its appearance!
Luo Shui, wearing a large painted face mask, then saw a scene that he would never forget!

On the bustling business exchange venue, all sorts of ghosts began to emerge one after another.

These ghosts have actually set up a stall here, and they're doing it in a very orderly way!
Not only that, but the ghosts would also bow respectfully when they saw Zhang Hao, which was absolutely astonishing.

“Don’t be so surprised. This place is actually a ghost market. It’s just that people in the living world don’t know it and treat it as a commercial center. We’re here today specifically to maintain order in the underworld market,” Zhang Hao explained to his assistant.

Thus, with the ghost market and the human market held on the same day, Luoshui witnessed a scene that was rare to see in a thousand years.

It was as if the two worlds overlapped at that moment, but even with this overlap, it did not affect the business dealings between the two sides. Whether it was the market in the underworld or the traditional cultural exchange fair in the mortal world, everything was in perfect order.

"You can think of the world of the living and the world of the dead as two different worlds, one a world for the living and the other a world for the dead. Actually, they are quite similar, especially those ghosts who do not want to be reincarnated, who can continue to live as ghosts. There is also a city in the underworld where ghosts live, called Fengdu."

Zhang Hao introduced Luo Shui to the underworld, saying, "I know you want to learn some real skills recently, but before you start, you need to understand the world of the underworld. This will greatly help your understanding and learning."

Luo Shui possessed exceptional talent and was a promising candidate for learning Yin-Yang magic and corpse-driving techniques; moreover, he himself was willing to learn. After observing him, Zhang Hao discovered that Luo Shui was not a bad person, but rather a decent gentleman with respectable character. Coupled with his outstanding talent, Zhang Hao was naturally happy to guide him.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, if ghosts are selling things here, and they pass through people's bodies, won't that have any negative effects on them? After all, ghosts have too much yin energy, and if a living person has too much yin energy, it can cause problems."

Zhang Hao smiled dismissively and pointed to a large tree next to him.

It was a century-old banyan tree, a fairly well-known local attraction. Various amulets hung on the tree, but the most eye-catching was a yellow talisman hanging high up.

Mysterious patterns were drawn on the talisman paper with red cinnabar.

"There are soul-suppressing talismans here, so there's no need to worry that the yin energy of these ghosts will harm the living."

Zhang Hao's explanation made Luo Shui suddenly understand. Luo Shui said thoughtfully, "This soul-suppressing talisman must have been drawn by you, Mr. Zhang, right?"

"Yes, I drew it."

Wearing a large, painted mask, Luo Shui stood out like a lonely young man isolated from the bustling crowd, seemingly out of place amidst the lively atmosphere.

Zhang Hao noticed his sudden dejection and asked him with some confusion, "Did you remember something?"

Luo Shui wore a mask, so no one could see his expression. He shook his head and said in a sorrowful tone, "I just suddenly feel that I've lost my past, and I can't remember who I used to be. Compared to these living, breathing people, I feel like I'm not a complete person."

Zhang Hao was speechless. He hadn't expected that this promising young man with a knack for spirituality, whom he had taken a liking to, was actually a sentimental and artistic youth at heart.

This is not possible!
You know, once you enter this industry, you'll probably experience countless sad things in the future. We're only at the beginning, and it's already this sad.

“Mr. Zhang, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil the mood. I just feel that if a person loses their past memories, it always feels like something is missing, like they’re incomplete.”

Luo Shui turned around, her face covered by a large painted mask, her eyes fixed on Zhang Hao, and asked expectantly, "Mr. Zhang, do you have any way to help me regain my memories?"

Zhang Hao nodded first, but when a look of surprise flashed in Luo Shui's eyes, he slowly shook his head.

Luo Shui immediately became anxious and grabbed Zhang Hao's arm, asking urgently, "Mr. Zhang, do you have a solution or not?"

Zhang Hao calmly explained, "The reason you lost some of your memories is mainly because your soul was damaged, causing your memories to become disordered, not because your memories were completely erased. As long as your soul heals, those lost memories will naturally recover slowly."

"I see... But Mr. Zhang, you said before that injuries to the soul are generally difficult to heal, so does that mean I have to wait a very, very long time?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Shui looked disappointed, but quickly cheered up and asked Zhang Hao.

"That's not necessarily true. If you experience some strong stimulus, the memories may automatically resurface. However, I don't recommend you do that. After all, you've just started cultivating, and if you're subjected to strong emotional shocks, you could easily go astray."

Zhang Hao thought to himself, "Luo Shui is such a promising talent. If he goes astray in his cultivation, he might become a leader of some evil sect. I don't want the person I'm training to go down that path."

"Alright, it seems I can only wait patiently. Hopefully, I can regain my memories soon."

Luo Shui sighed, seemingly having no better solution, but unsure how long she would have to wait. She gazed at the centuries-old banyan tree in the distance and silently made a wish.

They were walking and talking when they unknowingly walked behind the big banyan tree. There were fewer people there, so they felt safe enough to talk about topics that ordinary people couldn't hear.

But precisely because there are few people, this place has attracted many people who prefer tranquility.

"Ugh, Pearl, you have no idea how annoyed I've been lately."

Just as Zhang Hao and Luo Shui were about to leave, they heard the complaints of several beautiful women not far away.

"What's there to be annoyed about? Didn't you get a promotion and a raise recently, and even become your wife's personal assistant? Logically speaking, you should be riding high right now." "Risking high my foot! Let me tell you, if I had known it would turn out like this, I would rather not have gotten the promotion. I'm so fed up lately, my wife is simply insane! If this continues, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

"What's wrong? Judging from your tone, it sounds like your wife is difficult to please? But usually she seems quite approachable, so she shouldn't be difficult to please."

"Those are all superficial phenomena. Let me tell you, your wife has been acting strangely lately. When no one is around, she's like a madwoman."

"How could such a beautiful woman like your wife be crazy? You're being really rude."

“I’m not lying to you. I’m telling you, these past few days, Madam has been talking to herself in the air. Not only that, she also suddenly screams in the middle of the night and then cries for no reason. Crying is one thing, but even…”

Zhang Hao and Luo Shui were both somewhat helpless after hearing this. They had originally planned to leave after their conversation, but they were blocked in front of them by these beautiful women whispering to each other.

If they were to walk over at that moment, it would be awkward for both of them, and the other person might even think that the two of them, grown men, were eavesdropping on them.

Zhang Hao had no choice but to wait silently until the beauties finished chatting before leaving, so as not to embarrass either side.

Luo Shui clearly thought so too.

"Even what? Just tell me already, stop keeping me in suspense."

"She even made me buy all sorts of incense, candles, and paper money, which she burned in her room! Then she even invited those charlatan exorcists to perform rituals... My God, my wife usually seems like a gentle and elegant lady, but I never imagined she would be like this in private. All my illusions have been shattered."

"Oh, that's normal. I've heard that the richer people are, the more superstitious they are. Like those celebrities in the entertainment industry, I've heard that they even go to Southeast Asian countries to invite little ghosts back to worship, hoping for smooth sailing in their careers."

"So these rich people really have nothing better to do. What era are we living in? They're still so superstitious."

"You want to be superstitious but you don't have the means. We're all just poor working people, where would we get the money to be superstitious?"

"Haha, you're right..."

After the beauties finished complaining, they finally left and stopped blocking the way. Zhang Hao and Luo Shui were finally able to walk out.

Luo Shui asked Zhang Hao, "Is it really true that the richer you are, the more superstitious you become?"

Zhang Hao thought about his past experiences and then nodded.

“The rich are indeed more superstitious. In fact, ordinary people are superstitious too, but they just don’t dare to say it. Moreover, ordinary people can’t afford to hire truly capable people; they end up hiring swindlers instead. Over time, in the eyes of ordinary people, all those gods, ghosts, and demons are just superstition.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Shui suddenly realized that it was indeed true!

Ultimately, those who are truly capable also need to make a living, and turning this industry into a high-end technology service sector seems to be the only way out.

Wealthy people are also more likely to hire truly capable individuals. Over time, having witnessed these people's abilities, they naturally become more willing to believe in so-called superstitions.

Zhang Hao checked the time and figured it was about time, so he took Luo Shui to find the Black and White Impermanence, who were in charge of maintaining order at the Ghost Market.

At this moment, the Black and White Impermanence were patrolling back and forth in the ghost market. When they saw Zhang Hao coming over, they asked him what was wrong.

"I think this ghost market is almost over, and staying here is just a waste of time. I'll leave the cleanup to you guys. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."

Black Impermanence was already used to Zhang Hao's dislike of finishing things up, so he wasn't surprised at all and readily agreed: "Okay, there's only half an hour left anyway. We can manage to separate the aura of the underworld from that of the living world for half an hour."

Zhang Hao was not surprised by this, so he left with Luo Shui.

"Those two people in black and white tracksuits just now, could they be the legendary Black and White Impermanence?" Luo Shui couldn't help but ask curiously.

It was simply because the colors of their clothes were too eye-catching, and in recent days, Luo Shui had also learned some things about the underworld and had heard of the names of the Black and White Impermanence.

After getting into the car and fastening his seatbelt, Zhang Hao saw that Luo Shui was also ready. As he drove towards the wealthy area, he said, "You're pretty clever, kid. That's right, those two are the Black and White Impermanence."

Upon hearing this, Luo Shui was stunned and gasped: "Those two are actually the Black and White Impermanence!"

Luo Shui looked as excited as a fan meeting a celebrity, but Zhang Hao remained calm: "They're just two ghost messengers, why get so excited?"

"Those are the Black and White Impermanence! They're characters from mythology! This is the first time I've seen them in person. Oh dear, I forgot to ask for their autographs."

Luo Shui slapped his forehead and said with great annoyance.

Zhang Hao was speechless: "Is it necessary? If you can learn even a little bit of my skills in the future, you can see them whenever you want, and you can even become brothers with them."

"So, Mr. Zhang, you're quite something. Your identity is even more powerful than those two ghost messengers... Just who are you?" Luo Shui asked curiously.

During the time Luo Shui was rescued by Zhang Hao and he ran errands for him, he gained some superficial understanding of Zhang Hao.

In the human world, Zhang Hao works for a law enforcement agency similar to the public security department, but this agency is very special, and most people don't even know it exists.

Zhang Hao is specifically responsible for handling ghostly incidents in the mortal realm and maintaining safety and order between the Yin and Yang worlds.

In the mortal realm, he was a civil servant; but Luo Shui couldn't discern his identity in the underworld.

"If you really want to ask, I guess I'll..."

Recalling his past experience as a corpse driver and the system he once knew, Zhang Hao's eyes filled with nostalgia, and his tone became somewhat melancholic.

"He's a corpse driver, isn't he?" Zhang Hao said slowly.

Luo Shui's eyes widened suddenly: "Corpse driving... is that what it literally means? Mr. Zhang, you used to do that? Why aren't you doing it anymore?"

"Because someone has already taken over my mantle and is capable of handling the task of transporting corpses. I don't need to waste my time on such things. Besides, if I were to intervene, unless I encountered a once-in-a-millennium Corpse King, ordinary corpses wouldn't be worthy of my attention." (End of Chapter)