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

Zhang Hao nearly cursed aloud. He must have been too ashamed to use worldly resources; his whereabouts had been exposed, and he had to return immediately. His original plan to investigate with Frizz had to be shelved.

Seeing Zhang Hao remain silent, Old Zhang continued to persuade him earnestly: "Although you used magic to smuggle yourself across the sea, there are also people with supernatural abilities in the West who can detect your presence. This is tantamount to provocation. If you could completely hide from them, that would be fine, but now, even if you use magic to conceal your whereabouts, you can't stay any longer."

Old Zhang's exhausted appearance prompted Zhang Hao to ask, "Have you not slept for days? Is the work pressure really that high?"

Old Zhang glared at him irritably: "There have been a lot of bizarre cases lately, and the serious crimes unit has been working overtime day and night. How can the pressure not be great? In addition, you sneaked into Western territory without authorization, which aroused their suspicion that you are engaged in espionage. Your colleagues all know our friendship and keep urging me to persuade you to come back. As long as you return, my pressure will be greatly reduced."

Zhang Hao felt quite apologetic upon hearing this: "Okay, I'll go back right away and won't cause you any trouble."

Old Zhang was finally relieved to receive the promise. Before leaving, Zhang Hao instructed Fuli: "Contact me anytime if you encounter any difficult situations. I can ask the Underworld for help; they shouldn't refuse."

Frizzle appreciated his thoughtfulness: "Thank you. I'll report any problems promptly. But I don't think that guy will dare to come again anytime soon, since he won't fall for the same trick again."

Zhang Hao disagreed: "Not necessarily. You can easily find people with special talents here, which is exactly the resource they need."

"Don't talk like I'm going to be in trouble. In my opinion, you're the one who's about to face a major disaster." Frizz analyzed with a serious expression, "You destroyed the Sun God Cult in the West before, causing Faceless to suffer heavy losses. Now that he has regained his strength, his primary target will definitely be you."

Zhang Hao was not afraid of retaliation at all, and even hoped that the other party would show up on their own, saving him the trouble of investigation.

"I understand your confidence, but ghost cultivation techniques are becoming increasingly bizarre, especially those beings who have transcended the Six Paths of Reincarnation. They might have methods specifically designed to counter you. Don't let your guard down," Friel solemnly reminded her.

"I'll be careful, don't worry," Zhang Hao said dismissively.

Seeing that he did not take the warning to heart, Freya sighed inwardly.

The other party didn't take her advice to heart, and there was nothing she could do.

After saying goodbye to Fuli, Zhang Hao's figure gradually disappeared into the air.

Back in China, Zhang Hao found himself restricted in many ways, and many clues were difficult to follow. With Chen Anshui and Xiao Jinli handling the other cases, he found himself with nothing to do for a while.

In the past, when investigating various paranormal events, I was always extremely busy. Now that I'm suddenly free, I feel uneasy.

Just as he was bored at home watching TV, Old Zhang suddenly called: "Are you free now?"

Zhang Hao perked up as he looked at his phone: "I'm free, what's going on over there?"

“Something has indeed happened. You should come and take a look. I suspect this is not a simple matter.”

Zhang Hao put aside his carefree mood and immediately set off.

The incident occurred in the suburbs. Old Zhang saw Zhang Hao from afar and waved, "Old Zhang, over here."

The scene has been cordoned off, and professionals are working diligently to collect evidence.

As the person in charge of the case, Lao Zhang was analyzing the case with his subordinates when he saw Zhang Hao, so he temporarily put down his work.

Walking up to Lao Zhang, Zhang Hao glanced at the accident scene and couldn't help but gasp.

The scene was chaotic. A car lay overturned in the field beside the road, its body severely deformed, the front of the car shattered like tofu. The young man in the driver's seat had his upper body crushed into a bloody pulp, completely unrecognizable.

The scene was extremely bloody.

Old Zhang glanced at it once and looked away, saying to Zhang Hao in a heavy tone, "On the surface, this case seems like an ordinary traffic accident, but after a preliminary investigation, we have discovered many suspicious points."

Zhang Hao took the record file handed to him by the other party.

The above is the information about the victim that has been found so far. The victim was a professional race car driver who had won numerous awards in international competitions and possessed exceptional driving skills. His vehicle was top-of-the-line, and he never drank alcohol. The accident occurred on a non-rugged or dangerous road.

A person like that shouldn't have been involved in such a serious car accident.

Zhang Hao also found the information suspicious after reviewing it.

“Alright then, since you find it suspicious, I’ll try to summon the spirit and let the victim’s soul explain the situation in person.”

The two spoke in hushed tones in a corner, making sure their conversation was not overheard by others.

Hearing that a ritual to summon the soul was to be performed, Old Zhang pulled him away from the scene, and only after they had walked a distance away did he say, "Okay, you can try it now."

Zhang Hao took out an incense stick from his backpack and casually piled it into a small mound on the ground. He gently rubbed his two fingers together, and a wisp of eerie blue flame flickered at his fingertips. After lighting the incense stick, he stuck it into the mound.

The incense sticks burned slowly, sending up wisps of white smoke.

Zhang Hao closed his eyes and chanted a spell towards the sky.

After the incantation to summon the soul was recited, the incense burned noticeably faster.

However, the victim's spirit never appeared, even after the incense had burned out and the smoke had dissipated.

Zhang Hao's expression turned serious, and Old Zhang, seeing this, became uneasy: "What's wrong? Did you fail?"

Zhang Hao's ability to summon spirits has always been superb, how could he possibly fail? Old Zhang felt that the problem was not with the spell itself, but with the spirit possibly having some kind of problem.

"The victim's soul has vanished into the world; it can be said that his soul has been scattered and has completely ceased to exist. Therefore, even if I use the soul-summoning technique, I will not be able to bring his soul back."

Zhang Hao explained with a stern expression.

He realized that things were not so simple. It was just a car accident; even if it resulted in death, it shouldn't have caused someone's soul to be scattered.

Moreover, it's hard to say whether this person has already reached the end of their lifespan.

He had to go to the underworld to check the records of this race car driver in the Book of Life and Death.

If the records of the underworld show that his lifespan had not ended, then someone must have secretly killed him and his soul with magic.

"I remember you said that souls don't just disappear for no reason. Does a car accident really wipe out a person's soul?"

Old Zhang also sensed something unusual and couldn't help but ask.

Having worked with Zhang Hao on many cases, Lao Zhang has accumulated a lot of knowledge about the supernatural and has some understanding of matters concerning souls.

“A car accident wouldn’t necessarily cause someone to be completely annihilated. More importantly, this accident is likely not an accident. Here’s what we’ll do: you continue your investigation in the mortal realm, and I’ll go to the underworld to see what really happened.”

Old Zhang nodded in agreement, told him to be careful, and then went back to continue his work.

Eager to uncover the truth, Zhang Hao didn't waste any time and quickly arrived at the Underworld, which governs affairs of the netherworld. The Underworld was filled with a sinister atmosphere, and the dim light shrouded the entire space in an indescribable eeriness.

The ghost guards at the gate did not stop him when he entered.

But the words of one of the ghost messengers made Zhang Hao stop in his tracks. (End of Chapter)