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

Jiang Chen's voice came from outside the door. President Chen was overjoyed and rushed to the door, pulling it open.

"Of course it's convenient. And this is..."

Mr. Chen looked Chen Anshui up and down, feeling that the man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before...

Mr. Chen suddenly realized: "You're Chen Zixuan's eldest son?"

Chen Anshui nodded slightly. In the domestic capital circle, everyone knew each other and it was inevitable that they would cross paths in business. He was not surprised at all to be recognized by this well-known local tycoon.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I am the disciple of that old gentleman. I have come to inform you of some things so that you can prepare yourself mentally in advance."

Without uttering a single wasted word, Chen Anshui went straight to the guest sofa and sat down. After everyone was seated, he directly stated his purpose.

"Wei Yuze did indeed sabotage you before, which is why your physical condition suddenly deteriorated so drastically, and your luck was gradually being transferred away by him. Someone else did the same thing before, and you should have heard of that person, Jin Buhuan, a legendary figure in the business world."

Mr. Chen naturally knew Jin Buhuan, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but gasp.

It is truly admirable that Jin Buhuan was able to amass such a huge amount of wealth in such a short period of time.

However, some people felt that this person's sudden rise to prominence was too unusual, since anyone in business knows that making money is not easy.

Later, this Jin Buhuan suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It turns out that this person's success, like Wei Yuze's, was also due to the use of evil magic!
"To be precise, Wei Yuze is more troublesome than Jin Buhuan, and the evil magic he uses is more insidious. Because those who are affected will not notice anything, nor will they suddenly start to have bad luck. In fact, they may even start to have good luck. However, it will not be long before they die due to various accidents."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen was horrified.

This is really scary.

“Mr. Chen, you are one of his targets for his spellcasting. Wei Yuze escaped during the previous battle. We are worried that he will come after you again, so until he is completely dealt with, I will be responsible for your close protection. Would you like that, Mr. Chen?”

Chen Anshui explained his purpose while also giving the other party room to choose: "Of course, if Mr. Chen does not need it, I will not force him. I just hope that Mr. Chen will pay more attention to this in his daily life."

Mr. Chen nodded without hesitation and said, "This is so thoughtful. What I need most right now is close protection. Your name is Chen Anshui, right? I've heard your father mention you before. From now on, my life is in your hands."

Chen Anshui gave a polite smile. Seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to extend his hand to show friendliness, he reached out and shook it, saying humbly, "No need to be so polite. Subduing demons and monsters and collecting ghosts and guiding souls is simply my duty."

Mr. Chen looked grateful: "Then I'll be counting on you from now on. As for the compensation, what are your expectations?"

As a businessperson, you can't just take advantage of someone's labor for nothing, especially when they genuinely have skills. If you try to take advantage of them, you might upset them and they won't help you next time.

"Mr. Chen, just give me whatever you think is appropriate." Chen Anshui didn't care about the amount.

After arranging the rest of the matters, Zhang Hao and Han San, as the main executors of this operation, rushed to Wei Yuze's villa, which they had visited before, overnight.

Even late at night, the villa remained brightly lit. The flowers, trees, and shrubs within the estate cast a variety of shadows under the moonlight.

The shadows of the trees swayed, a cold wind howled, and an evil aura permeated the air. Even from afar, one could sense the malevolent energy emanating from this villa.

"It's so cold!" Before Han San had even entered the villa, he was only hiding behind the bushes outside the villa's iron gate when he felt a blast of cold air hit him.

That kind of cold was not ordinary cold, but a bone-chilling cold mixed with a cold wind, which would make people tremble from the depths of their souls.

"You've been worrying too much lately, and your yang energy isn't strong anymore."

Zhang Hao withdrew his gaze from the villa and turned to look at the cold umbrella. Instantly, a small cluster of red flames ignited on one of his fingers.

Red flames danced at his fingertips before he gently pressed them onto the other person's brow.

"I'll share some of my yang energy with you."

The other person lightly touched his brow with their fingertips, and Han San felt a warm current flow from his brow to his limbs and bones.

The bone-chilling cold that had just been there vanished almost instantly.

The warmth was comforting, and Han San said softly, "Thank you."

Zhang Hao carefully sensed the atmosphere inside the villa. After a thorough search, he found that there seemed to be no one else inside. He made a gesture, and the two of them immediately held their breath and slowed their heartbeats, drifting silently into each other's estate like a gentle breeze.

Without alerting anyone, they skillfully avoided all the cameras and cautiously made their way to the second floor of the villa.

The reason for choosing to come here is because the evil energy here is the strongest.

This two-story villa is a typical Western-style villa, simple and stylish, with understated luxury.

In Wei Yuze's room, Zhang Hao sensed something unusual.

He gently turned the doorknob and slipped inside silently.

Everything in the room was arranged in an orderly manner, the table was spotless, but there was a faint smell of burning in the air, a smell similar to... the smell of something being burned.

Smelling it for too long can make one feel nauseous.

Following the direction of the scent, Zhang Hao's gaze finally landed on the bedside table.

He bent down to examine it carefully, and tapped the bedside table lightly with two fingers. The sound... clearly indicated that it was hollow!

Zhang Hao searched through the gaps around him and finally found the switch mechanism for the hollow bedside table.

After some effort, he removed the door of the bedside table and saw what was hidden inside.

It was a notebook.

The notebook was prominently labeled with the five characters "Record of Fortune, Misfortune, Life, and Death".

Zhang Hao was shocked!
Legend has it that this book is a treasure of the King of Hell, used to record a person's destiny. As long as something is written in it, that person's fate will unfold according to what is written in the book.

Shouldn't this thing be kept by Yama himself? How did it end up here?

What exactly is going on in the underworld? Why are people always stealing from me?
Zhang Hao was greatly surprised.

Just then, a sharp sound of a blade cutting through the air came from behind him, and Zhang Hao instinctively dodged to the side!
With a loud crash, the wall behind where he had just been standing was smashed open by the flying dagger, leaving a large hole.

It's easy to imagine that if he hadn't dodged, it would have been his body that had a huge hole in it.

"It's you again! Zhang Hao! You always have to meddle in other people's business!"

Zi Yue was in an extremely bad mood.

Having finally escaped from that old man, and after a while, when I went back to check the identities of the elderly couple, I found out they were already dead! And they had been taken away and dealt with personally by the Black and White Impermanence! The Black and White Impermanence have extremely high status among the ghost messengers, and they don't usually need to personally handle ordinary soul-collecting tasks.

The person who can be summoned by them personally to retrieve a soul is definitely no ordinary person.

It's a pity I didn't witness that scene myself; otherwise, I might have been able to learn the true identities of the couple from the Black and White Impermanence.

However, they are already dead, which can be considered a big problem solved.

Unfortunately, having been defeated by the other party once, he never had the chance to wash away this shame again.

The thought that her undefeated record against humans had been ended by a damned old man made Zi Yue feel extremely bad.

Upon returning, she discovered signs of a stranger breaking into the villa. She quietly concealed herself and crept over, where she saw another person she greatly feared—Zhang Hao!
Am I really destined for bad luck lately? Why do troubles keep piling up?
"Just because I don't meddle in other people's business doesn't mean I should let you run rampant in this world! How many innocent people have you killed? Don't you feel even a little bit of remorse?"

Zhang Hao opened the notebook, which contained entries about President Chen's sudden death and the transfer of his fortune. It also listed other people, including those who should have been social elites and winners in life, all of whom were described as unlucky. All the fortune and vitality emanating from these individuals would become the foundational energy they needed and be absorbed by them.

As they grew stronger, countless people lost their lives inexplicably and without understanding why.

Give me back my notebook.

Zi Yue confidently reached out to Zhang Hao for the Record of Fortune, Misfortune, Life and Death.

"What if I don't give it to you? What can you do to me?"

Holding the notebook, Zhang Hao carefully hid it behind his back, even under the other person's angry gaze, indicating that he would never hand it over.

Without saying a word, Zi Yue rushed forward and unleashed a move called Black Tiger Claws to the Heart.

She was extremely fast, but Zhang Hao was even faster, so fast that it seemed as if he had changed positions in an instant.

The bed behind him was smashed to pieces by Ziyue's claw.

"No wonder you chose to cooperate with Wei Yuze. He has the Judge's Pen, and you have the Record of Fortune, Misfortune, Life and Death. When the two of you join forces, you can completely control people's lives and deaths. You can decide who lives and who dies..."

Zhang Hao smiled coldly and launched a counterattack. He formed hand seals, and hundreds of arrows made of spiritual energy instantly condensed on his back, raining down on Zi Yue.

A hail of arrows rained down, and Zi Yue's figure blurred, transforming into a wisp of smoke. All the arrows pierced through the smoke, yet caused her no harm whatsoever.

Zi Yue solidified her form again, sneered, and said to Zhang Hao with a look of mockery in her eyes, "It seems that your attacks are only this much."

Zhang Hao didn't take it to heart, smiled slightly, and snapped his fingers crisply: "That's not necessarily true."

The arrow that had landed beside Zi Yue suddenly began to violently surge with internal energy. Zi Yue's expression changed drastically!
She felt a force surging wildly and expanding rapidly!

Before she could react, with a loud crash, the arrows behind her exploded.

The explosion shook the entire villa. Zi Yue hurriedly concentrated all her strength on her body, forming a protective shield. However, the force of the explosion was too great, and even with her full protection, she was still badly injured.

Finally, she was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily into the garden behind the house with a loud bang.

Ziyue was in a sorry state after falling from the building to the ground.

She had barely managed to stand up when Zhang Hao leaped down from the building, landing a foot on her shoulder: "Looks like your strength is nothing special. I thought the mighty Great Evil God would be much more powerful!"

Zi Yue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled sinisterly. Suddenly, countless small spikes sprouted from her body and stabbed fiercely at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao leaped away, easily dodging the attack. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zi Yue, who had been pinned down, broke free from Zhang Hao's control, quickly got up, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The spikes that shot at us were highly poisonous, and the flowers and plants that were hit rotted instantly. The once vibrant garden was now a scene of utter devastation.

Han San flew over and, seeing the mess on the ground, could hardly believe his eyes: "You guys had a fight, and he got away?"

Zhang Hao's strength is evident to all, but even so, he still couldn't defeat his opponent. Just how terrifying is his opponent's strength?

Zhang Hao looked displeased, but it was the truth, and he wasn't a coward who was afraid to admit it.

“That’s right. But I didn’t come away empty-handed.” He waved the notebook in his hand. “Look, this is something they were desperate to get back. But now they’re seriously injured, so they can’t take it back.”

"What is this?" Han San asked.

The moment Han San saw this notebook, he felt a strong sense of destiny, as if it were preordained that he was destined to encounter misfortune.

Zhang Hao explained, "This is called the Record of Fortune, Misfortune, Life and Death. It can freeze a person's fate and make it develop according to the records on it. It's something from the underworld, used to punish people."

After hearing this, Han San was greatly shocked.

"Shouldn't this thing be properly kept in the underworld? How did it end up in the human world and fall into the hands of an evil god? This is too unbelievable!" Han San felt a chill.

Zhang Hao was also quite helpless; he felt this was outrageous.

It seems he needs to have a serious talk with Yama, the King of Hell, and ask him why the management of the underworld is so terrible.

"It's alright, I've almost recovered, but the other party was seriously injured," Zhang Hao said.

Afterwards, Zhang Hao took the umbrella and returned to his original residence.

Chen Anshui was originally on a mission, providing close protection for President Chen. At this moment, President Chen is completely safe and appears to be in no danger.

Therefore, once he was sure there were no problems, Chen Anshui would occasionally relax and come back to rest.

Not long after he returned home, he found two more people in his house. They looked like they had just been through a big battle, and they smelled of gunpowder.

"What have you been doing?" Chen Anshui asked, puzzled.

"We got into a fight, but thankfully we gained something. Is everything alright on your end?" Zhang Hao asked with concern.

Chen Anshui felt some pressure.

"Everything is stable on President Chen's side, but I don't think it's that simple on your side," Chen Anshui said, looking at them with concern.

“We’re really something special here. Take a look at this.” Zhang Hao placed the Book of Fortune, Misfortune, Life and Death that he had snatched in front of Chen Anshui.

This notebook has a kind of bewitching quality; looking at it, Chen Anshui felt an urge to open it.

"What's this, Mr. Han?" Chen Anshui casually flipped it open and saw countless names recorded on it. (End of Chapter)