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

No, no, you absolutely mustn't throw up...

Zhang Hao repeatedly told himself to stay calm. He looked at Tong Xin, who had been forced to drink several streams of black water, and began to form hand seals while chanting the purification spell from the Xiangxi Corpse-Driving Technique.

This spell can remove the poison gas from corpses and temporarily slow down the attack speed of poisonous corpses.

This spell has a wide range of uses, but how powerful it can be depends on the caster's level of cultivation.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao's cultivation level was profound enough.

As he recited the incantation, bursts of golden magical light flickered around him, condensing into runes that swirled around Tong Xin.

The powerful force of the runes instantly cut off the black water that was constantly flowing into Tongxin's mouth, ears, and nostrils!

The mummified corpse in the coffin seemed to be completely shriveled and disappearing.

Zhang Hao understood that this was Sun Wenwu's unwillingness to die like this, launching a suicidal attack using his last remaining remnant soul—no, it couldn't be called an attack, but rather a possession of the body. Although he didn't know how the guy had retained a sliver of his soul, and it seemed he even possessed the secret technique of rebirth, based on the current situation, it was certain that Sun Wenwu and Tong Xin were vying for control of the body. Sun Wenwu was so depraved that it was utterly repulsive. If he really had to choose someone to carry out his original plan of fighting poison with poison, Zhang Hao would, of course, choose Tong Xin without hesitation.

Even though the black water had been cut off, half of Sun Wenwu's soul had already squeezed into Tong Xin's body. Tong Xin's face seemed to be torn in two, one half showing a ferocious and triumphant expression, while the other half looked ferocious, painful, and angry.

Tong Xin opened his mouth, but Sun Wenwu's voice came out: "Hahahaha... I told you long ago, even if I die, I have a way to drag you down to hell with me! Why didn't you believe me? Now I'm proving to you with my actions that I have the ability to drag you down to hell with me! Die, you damned beast!"

Tong Xin couldn't control his body. He raised his hand, and a sharp knife grew from his palm. The blade gleamed coldly, and it was clear that it was a precious knife that could cut through iron like mud.

The knife slowly approached the heart, about to plunge in.

At this moment, Tong Xin's expression changed again. He seemed to be struggling to shout in pain, "No, no, no... don't kill me, I can let you go..."

But Tong Xin's expression quickly reverted to Sun Wenwu's characteristic roar and smugness: "Hahahaha, now you know how to beg for mercy? You bitch, die right now!"

After saying that, his face twitched, and he gripped the dagger tightly, preparing to deliver the final blow!
That final blow was extremely terrifying; if the knife were to stab him, Tong Xin had no doubt that he would be completely obliterated.

Because at this moment, not only was his body being controlled, but his soul was also being completely suppressed by the other party.

He struggled to speak to the air, "Help me..."

Just as the other person was about to die, and the knife tip was about to pierce Tong Xin's heart, Zhang Hao's palm was almost covered with a layer of white light. He reached out and grabbed the knife with lightning speed.

Zhang Hao tightened his grip on the knife slightly, and the knife shattered into countless pieces like glass.

Zhang Hao pointed his finger at Tong Xin's forehead, and a red cinnabar mole immediately appeared on Tong Xin's forehead.

Zhang Hao closed his eyes slightly and began to chant the incantation of the Xiangxi Corpse-Driving Technique.

"Heaven and earth are clear and pure, drought demons and monsters, heed my command! Drive them away at once! Yin and Yang are distinct!" Zhang Hao pressed his forehead hard again!
This was like striking a drum made of human skin, producing a dull thud.

Sun Wenwu's soul was forcibly expelled! He instantly fell back into the mummified corpse he had been in the coffin. The mummified corpse's eyes suddenly moved, and it jumped out of the coffin, staring warily at the suddenly appearing Zhang Hao.

Tong Xin gasped for breath, clutching the spot on his forehead where he had been touched, feeling as if his head was about to explode.

"Are you his accomplice? You two teamed up?" As Sun Wenwu spoke, he already held a sizable knife in his hand, cautiously guarding against them.

“We did indeed join forces. It seems your soul is incomplete; you don’t even remember the time we ambushed you. Surrender now, and I can give you a quick death.” Zhang Hao took out a piece of red cinnabar, dipped his index and middle fingers in it, and drew a talisman as he spoke.

Sun Wenwu laughed heartily, pointing at Tong Xin, who was clutching his head and hadn't fully recovered: "If you really cooperate with him, you're just courting death. Only by joining forces with me will you have a future. I am the only god of the future!"

Just as Zhang Hao was about to say something, Tong Xin seemed to suddenly come to her senses.

Tong Xin kept a cold face and chanted a series of incantations. His expression gradually returned to its original calm and confidence.

"Sun Wenwu, you deserve to die!"

The moment the words left his mouth, countless black flames burst forth from all around the room with a bang.

The raging black flames filled the entire space, engulfing all three of them.

These black flames did not emit scorching heat, but rather a bone-chilling cold like that of the Arctic.

Without a word, Tong Xin rushed forward and launched a fierce attack on the mummified corpse, saying at the same time, "You stay here and watch out to prevent them from sneaking up on you. I want to take revenge myself!"

Tong Xin's entire body seemed to transform into black flames, launching a relentless, all-encompassing attack on his opponent.

Sun Wenwu was able to hold out at first, but later the poisonous mist he spewed was gradually evaporated by the flames, and he could no longer protect himself.

The shriveled corpse cracked and shattered after being attacked several times.

Zhang Hao kept an eye on the situation from the side, while also keeping an eye on the movements of Sun Wenwu's corpse.

"It looks like he's going to rip your heart out. The figure in front of you is an illusion; he's already teleported behind you," Zhang Hao warned.

Tong Xin was startled, never expecting that the other party would actually use this move.

If his partner hadn't reminded him, he probably would have already been sent to the underworld by a back-scratching attack from the other party.

However, after being reminded, Tong Xin reacted very quickly, turning her head in the blink of an eye to grasp the other person's hand, and countless black flames instantly spread from Tong Xin's hand!
Black flames spread from the two clasped hands to the mummified corpse.

Sun Wenwu's mummified body was engulfed in flames, emitting a terrible wail.

The terrifying, piercing screams echoed through the room. Zhang Hao picked at his ear, watching the mummified corpse burn fiercely in the black flames. The flames slowly coalesced into a ball, eventually taking the shape of a child's heart. (End of Chapter)