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

Throughout the journey, Mr. Chen was filled with anticipation, wondering what kind of formidable old man he was.
Meanwhile, in the suburbs, Zhang Hao, who plays an old man, is greeting his neighbors outside the courtyard.

He never expected that the old man would have such a harmonious relationship with his neighbors.

However, something seemed off about their conversation.

“My son is incredibly unlucky too. Why did he have to be in a car accident? I used to brag to you all, saying I had a son and you didn’t. Now, I’m so regretful!”

A middle-aged man in his forties was crying uncontrollably at the door, repeatedly saying that his son was unlucky.

What could Zhang Hao do? He could only comfort him.

"In this world, some accidents are impossible to prevent; they may just be coincidences. Since it has already happened, let's try to take it easy."

The middle-aged man wiped away his tears. He was filled with sadness and just wanted to talk to someone.

“My son graduated from a prestigious university! But after graduation, he went to work for what is said to be a newly established large company.”

"I had already been successfully hired, and the salary and benefits were all agreed upon. I could earn 50,000 yuan a month! But... but after only a few days of work, I was gone! How could such a cruel thing happen in this world!"

As Zhang Hao listened, he keenly sensed something unusual.

"A car accident... He'd only been working for a few days... Which company did your son work for before? Was the company's boss named Wei Yuze?"

"Yes, yes! It's him! It's Wei Yuze, the guy who's been on talk shows a lot lately. He's a really generous boss, and he gives his employees great benefits. This is my son... He's so unlucky!"

Zhang Hao silently made a mental note of it. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Old Zhao, I don't know if you're willing to believe it, but I can actually summon spirits. Would you like to see your son one last time and say goodbye to him?"

Old Zhao, the middle-aged man who was still crying, slowly raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a look of astonishment.

"We've been neighbors for so many years, how come I didn't know you knew this trick?" Old Zhao asked incredulously.

After all, judging from our past interactions, this old man seemed to be a carefree and relaxed person.

He looked like an ordinary old man, with no special skills.

But after being neighbors for so many years, he wouldn't lie to me, would he?

Old Zhao weighed the options in his mind, struggling with whether or not to believe him.

“You can’t publicize this kind of thing everywhere. You know, if this gets out, someone might report me for promoting feudal superstition. Besides, I’m getting old, and I’ll gradually stop doing this kind of thing. But for the sake of our years of being neighbors, I’ll kindly help you this once.”

"You're not trying to lie to me, are you? Let me tell you, I'm getting old, and besides my retirement savings, I don't have any other money left."

Old Zhao said with a wary look on his face.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not the kind of person who's greedy for money. How about this, just give me a little something as a token, and I'll give you the rest after the matter is settled, so you won't think I'm cheating you."

If you pay after the matter is completed, then you really don't have to worry about being scammed.

Thinking of his son, Old Zhao was overcome with grief, but he gritted his teeth and finally agreed: "Okay, as long as you can let me see my son one more time, I will definitely thank you properly then."

Zhang Hao was waiting for this very sentence: if he wanted to investigate exactly how Wei Yuze had harmed people, he had to start with these small things.

Find the weaknesses in these small things that allow you to counterattack your opponent.

"Then tell me your son's birth date and time, as well as some of the things he used before he died. I need these things to perform a ritual to summon his soul!"

"This is the wallet my son used when he was alive. My son's birth date and time are..."

Old Zhao took out a well-preserved men's leather wallet from his pocket, and then told him his son's birth date and time.

Zhang Hao pulled him to the big locust tree outside the door, and in front of Lao Zhao, he drew a talisman in the air, then held up his wallet and recited Lao Zhao's son's birth date and time.

A bluish flame erupted from the wallet—a will-o'-the-wisp. As the flame burned, a wisp of blue smoke drifted out. Zhang Hao kept chanting, "Zhao Jin, come back to me! Come back to me!"

After reciting it more than a dozen times, Old Zhao stared in disbelief. Under Old Zhao's expectant gaze, the wallet burned to ashes, the smoke dissipated, the flames disappeared, and a shadow appeared out of nowhere.

The gradually emerging phantom of his soul was none other than his son, Zhao Jin!
When Old Zhao saw his son's spirit, he was immediately moved to tears.

"Son! Why did you leave so soon! How could you bear to leave me all alone!"

Zhang Hao summoned Zhao Jin to inquire about the details of his accident, his application process for a job at Wei Yuze's company, and whether similar situations frequently occurred at Wei Yuze's company.

However, as soon as Zhao Jin's spirit appeared, Zhang Hao discovered that the ghost was too weak, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Zhang Hao directly cast a set of soul-nourishing talismans on the other party. The swirling yin energy slowly attached itself to the ghost, making his soul slightly more solid.

Mr. Chen and Wei Yuze arrived by car. After the car stopped outside, they walked over and saw the old man under the big locust tree making a ghost appear so that it could say goodbye to its relatives.

Mr. Chen had never seen such a scene before and was completely dumbfounded!
This person is truly a master with real skills! Just look at that move; it commands respect from the bottom of one's heart.

"Grandpa, we're here," Jiang Chen called out.

Upon hearing this, the old man played by Zhang Hao turned around and glanced at them, then waved to greet them. He turned to Old Zhao and said, "I have some things to attend to. Take an umbrella back to shield your son from the sun and take him home. I'll come back to take your son after I've finished entertaining those two guests."

Old Zhao was so grateful he didn't know what to say, and he held his hand repeatedly to express his thanks.

"I understand, I'm truly grateful! If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I would have carried this regret for the rest of my life..."

"Stop dawdling, go and have a good talk with your son."

Zhang Hao turned around and walked up to them: "You've finally arrived. Come on in."

The group walked side by side. Mr. Chen, filled with admiration for the elderly man with extraordinary skills, said, "I am the Mr. Chen that Jiang Chen mentioned to you before. This is my friend, Mr. Wei. Grandpa, what were you busy with just now?"

“His son died in a car accident without even having a chance to say goodbye. I saw him crying so sadly, so I helped him summon his son’s spirit back so that the father and son could meet one last time. It was also a way of helping the neighbor.”

As Zhang Hao spoke, his gaze fell upon Wei Yuze.

"President Wei? You must be Wei Yuze?"

Wei Yuze smiled modestly and said to Zhang Hao politely, "I didn't expect you to know me. It's my honor." "No, I've never heard of you. My neighbor's son used to work at your company. Unfortunately, he got into a car accident after only a few days on the job."

Upon hearing the news of an employee's death, Wei Yuze's face naturally showed a sorrowful expression: "Alas, there's nothing we can do about it; it was an accident after all. I heard about it before, and I've already asked the company to give the old man some extra compensation, as a small contribution."

They actually put on quite a convincing act.

Zhang Hao sneered inwardly, thinking to himself, "Maybe you're the one behind this."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen immediately perked up, after all, his younger brother had also supposedly been in an accident...

It seems that anyone who gets involved with Wei Yuze is likely to be in mortal danger.

It seems Mr. Han was right; this person really does use evil magic to steal people's luck. I'll have to be more careful in the future.

Once inside, the group sat down around a small table.

Zhang Hao, playing the grandfather, sat in the main seat, while Han San, playing the grandmother, went to make tea for them.

The lights were on inside, and it was clear that the house was very clean and had a strong sense of home. It seemed that the elderly couple were living a comfortable life.

As soon as Wei Yuze entered, he sensed that the feng shui of the house was excellent, almost like a smooth sailing. Living in such a feng shui environment for a long time would greatly benefit one's health, and more importantly, it would gradually improve one's luck.

This old guy is actually a hidden master!

Wei Yuze occasionally chimed in with a word or two, and as the other party displayed confidence and skill, his killing intent grew stronger.

Keeping this kind of person around is a potential problem; he might explode at any time and ruin his plans.

It's safest to eliminate such an uncontrollable factor.

However, this person must be quite skilled. If I were to take action, I must not act impulsively or without any preparation.

Let Ziyue handle this. If that demon personally intervenes, no matter how powerful this old man is, he will ultimately meet his end.

“Mr. Chen, I have observed your face. You have a full forehead and a square jaw, which are typical signs of good fortune. According to your normal life trajectory, you should have more wealth and more good fortune as you get older. But right now, your luck is like water in a broken water tank, constantly leaking away.”

Upon hearing Zhang Hao's words, President Chen's eyes widened in surprise: "So, someone really is deliberately cursing me?"

Zhang Hao nodded calmly, his eyes glancing casually at Wei Yuze beside him: "That's right, someone is deliberately sabotaging your luck. If I'm not mistaken, the mastermind is deliberately targeting you, using some evil magic to drain your luck. So, the good fortune and opportunities that originally belonged to you have been taken away by them."

Upon hearing this, President Chen turned ashen with anger.

If it weren't for the fact that he was being considerate of the old man in front of him, he would have already started cursing.

He took a deep breath, barely managing to stay rational, forced a smile, and pleaded with Zhang Hao, "Sir, it's really hard to guard against people who scheme against me behind my back like this. I know nothing about this kind of thing, and if I'm really kept up with this scheme, I don't know when I might die unexpectedly. Sir, you must help me."

"Since you've come to me, it's fate. I can help you, but..."

Zhang Hao paused for a moment. As a businessman, President Chen was naturally very perceptive in this regard and immediately asked tactfully, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with? Please tell me directly. If I can help, I would be happy to do so."

Zhang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and gave him a meaningful look: "You said it yourself."

Upon hearing that the other party was willing to lend a helping hand, General Manager Chen quickly agreed, saying, "I mean what I say. As long as it is within my power, I will not be stingy in the slightest."

After all, his life, fortune, and future were all in the hands of this old man, so he had to curry favor with him, otherwise he didn't know when he would be secretly cursed.

He was unwilling to let his good fortune fall into the hands of others for nothing.

"Alright, then I'll lend you a hand, partly because you're somewhat principled in business."

After saying that, Zhang Hao shouted into the house, "Bring me my stuff!"

The old lady brought a plate of items out of the house and placed it on the table. After putting it down, she immediately turned around and went back into the house, as if she didn't want to stay a moment longer.

"My wife doesn't like meeting strangers, so please don't take it to heart."

Mr. Chen smiled amicably and said, "No, no, it's normal for the elderly to like peace and quiet."

In fact, if it were any other elderly person who dared to do that, Mr. Chen would probably have already lost his temper on the spot.

The square tray was filled with all sorts of things: cinnabar, talisman paper, special brushes, black dog blood for exorcising evil spirits, and other items whose materials were not discernible.

Mr. Chen looked at these things with awe.

Zhang Hao laid out the items one by one, and in front of them, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up a brush, lightly dipped it in a little black dog blood, and smoothly drew a talisman on the talisman paper.

The handwriting flows naturally like clouds and water, and the more you look at it, the more artistic it seems, and the more you want to appreciate it.

After drawing the runes on one side with black dog blood, he switched to a different brush, lightly dipped it in cinnabar, and drew another rune on the paper.

Once the talisman was finished, the moment the brush touched the paper, the entire talisman's patterns shimmered with a dazzling light, which flowed slowly across the runes like water.

This incredible scene left everyone else present speechless.

Aside from Wei Yuze, his surprise was entirely feigned.

After drawing the talisman, Zhang Hao folded it into a triangle, wrapped it with a layer of white paper, and then threaded a red thread through it. That's how a talisman was completed.

"This is a talisman I made especially for you. This talisman can protect your luck and opportunities, and it can also save your life. Remember to wear it at all times and never take it off."

Mr. Chen solemnly accepted the gift with both hands and repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Zhang Hao.

"Sir, thank you so much. I really don't know what I would have done without you."

"You're welcome. By the way, this talisman has been specially treated. It's not afraid of being soaked in water or burned. You can't even take it off when you take a bath. Otherwise, before your luck has fully recovered, you might encounter an accident and die suddenly."

Mr. Chen's heart tightened. He truly dreaded death; his feelings could be summed up in one sentence: I really want to live another five hundred years! (End of Chapter)