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

Those people were speechless for a moment.

"Moreover, given your character, even if I were to help you and allow you to interact with physical entities like living people, while also automatically becoming invisible and using magic, you would probably use these abilities to commit atrocities, wouldn't you?"

Seeing their speechless expressions, Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly and casually tossed them a talisman: "This is a pass to reincarnate in the underworld, allowing you to report to the underworld without any obstacles. Consider it my last act of kindness."

As long as you are reincarnated, at least you can be reborn as a human being.

Unless they've tasted the sweetness of toying with ordinary people as ghosts and are unwilling to reincarnate.

The three who received the talisman stood frozen in place, not daring to step forward to stop them.

They did try to stop Zhang Hao, but before they could even touch him, they were blasted away by a whirlwind-like aura.

Such a powerful person is beyond their ability to calculate.

The woman asked her two companions, "What do you think we should do now?"

The two men gave completely different answers.

"Let's go and reincarnate. As long as we can be reincarnated, we'll still have a chance to be good people."

“Now that we’ve become ghosts, you’ve all felt it: reduced pain, increased speed, lighter bodies, and the ability to become transparent. If we could materialize like Duleya, it would be like having superpowers. With superpowers, we could do so many things in society. I’m really not willing to be reincarnated like this.”

While they were arguing, Duleya, on the other side, felt her increased power and quickly launched her revenge plan.

It was a gloomy, rainy day. The sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind howled, and terrifying thunder could be heard from time to time.

"Mom, is there going to be a storm today? The thunder is so loud, I'm a little scared."

In a luxurious villa in the city center, the local mayor's son stood by the window, gazing at the sky with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

"Silly child, what's there to be afraid of? We've installed lightning protection devices, don't worry, lightning won't hit you."

The mayor of Herria, who had just returned from get off work, smiled and comforted his son.

Just then, her phone rang; it was her assistant calling.

"Why are you calling at this hour? Didn't we agree not to discuss work after get off work hours?"

An apology came through the phone, followed by a troubled report from the assistant: "Mayor Helia, the weather forecast predicts heavy rain today. You haven't forgotten the previous chemical spill in the area. The toxic gases produced by the burning could fall with the rain, creating toxic rain. This would worsen the pollution of local crops and the environment. How should we deal with this crisis?"

This crisis involves environmental pollution, damage to cash crops, and public relations issues; even more frighteningly, it could trigger large-scale poisoning incidents caused by toxic rain.

Any one of these problems alone would be enough to give the government a headache, but this female mayor not only failed to offer any solutions, but instead asked her subordinates to find ways to cover up the facts.

It's fair to say that the mayor of Herria never truly intended to solve the problem; he was only concerned with keeping his job and covering up the truth.

The mayor of Herria could pass the buck to his subordinates, but those subordinates really didn't want to take the blame!
"Didn't I already give the order? To have you set up a special task force to handle this yourselves. I've given you enough authority, so stop bothering me."

Just as the mayor of Herria was about to hang up, his assistant's urgent voice came through the phone.

"Don't hang up yet, there's something else I need to ask you about." Mayor Herria said impatiently, urging the other party to speak quickly.

“We’ve already stopped out-of-town agencies from investigating, and we’ve even dealt with Ms. Duleya. But now there are others who want to do the same, and we…”

"Just handle these kinds of problems the same way you did before. Do I need to teach you that?"

Hearing the busy tone on her phone, the assistant scratched her head in frustration. Sure enough, it happened again.

A boss who refuses to take responsibility and a group of colleagues who only know how to shirk responsibility—he must have been incredibly unlucky to work in a place like this!

What a sin!
The assistant sighed inwardly, but dared not delay his work. He dialed the number of the underground shady dealings personnel he had already bribed.

"Yes, just like I instructed before, as soon as we find out that those people invited out-of-town testing agencies into the area, we will stage a car accident. If that doesn't work, we'll think of other ways. In short, we must make it look like an accidental death."

After giving his instructions, the assistant hung up the phone.

Gazing at the gloomy sky outside the window, he muttered to himself, "Will someone like me go to hell after I die?"

All that answered him was a gloomy sky and howling winds. The assistant rubbed his cheek with a wry smile and said self-deprecatingly, "No, even if someone has to go to hell, it's not me. Mayor Herria is the one who should go to hell; she's the real culprit."

He touched his conscience and thought to himself: at most he was an accomplice, and he shouldn't be punished too severely.

“She’s the mastermind, and you’re an accomplice. Herria is going to hell, and you won’t escape punishment either.”

Suddenly, a laughing voice came from behind.

The assistant turned around abruptly in fright and was met with a face that was both very familiar and terrifying!
The face was just a thin layer of skin stuck to the neck, which was broken at a right angle and drooped crookedly in front of the shoulders, terrifying enough to scare a person out of their wits.

"Ah!" The assistant's throat tightened, and he wanted to scream, but he found himself as if an invisible hand was choking him.

Duleya stared at him with a smile.

Those bloodshot eyes radiated a chilling aura: "You still remember me, don't you? I'm Duleya, the one you killed."

The assistant trembled with fear, almost crying: "I didn't kill you! You shouldn't have come to me! You should have gone to find the person who caused the car accident! And it wasn't my intention to kill you, it was Mayor Herria's order, we had no choice but to obey."

The assistant tried to defend himself in a hoarse voice, but the other party wouldn't listen at all, instead asking with a smile, "Do you want to beg for mercy?"

The assistant nodded repeatedly, wishing he could kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, but he couldn't move because his neck was being choked, and could only cry and say, "Yes, yes, please let me go, I don't want to die!"

“You’re right, nobody wants to die. Then I’ll let you experience what it’s like to be alive—or rather, what it’s like for me to be alive.”

Duleya's eyes widened as her swaying head drew closer and closer to the other's face, their eyes almost touching.

The assistant was incredibly grateful that he didn't have a heart condition, otherwise he would have been scared to death on the spot.

The moment their eyes met, the assistant felt as if he had been pulled into a chaotic space. (End of Chapter)