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

"Corpse driving? Who's controlling this corpse? Get out here right now! Otherwise, if you offend the underworld, you corpse driver will be in deep trouble!"

Zhang Hao pretended to be furious and questioned him.

But all around was quiet, and no one came out. The taxi driver, like a puppet on a string, crawled out of the car and approached Zhang Hao step by step.

"Today, I'm going to have another big meal!"

A sense of foreboding welled up in Zhang Hao's heart. He pretended to be just an ordinary ghost messenger and backed away in a panic, saying, "You bastard, stop right there!" As he spoke, he threw out a ghost-binding talisman.

But when the talisman touched the other party, it floated lightly to the ground, having no effect whatsoever.

"Oh, I almost forgot, ghost-binding talismans are almost useless against corpses." Zhang Hao vividly portrayed a rookie ghost messenger, frantically rummaging through the corpse-driving talisman.

When the talisman was applied, the corpse paused for a moment, but the talisman on its forehead burned to ashes in an instant.

The driver continued driving forward, staring intently at Zhang Hao, and warned, "I advise you to stop struggling. You're destined to die here anyway. Become a part of me, and you'll gain eternal life. Just obediently become a part of me!"

Zhang Hao was preparing to retaliate, but the other party's next move completely stunned him!

Because that driver, just like a living person, produced something that only ghost messengers possess!

Mourning stick, soul-locking chain, ghost-binding talisman!
These three items are practically standard equipment for ghost messengers, yet this driver actually took them out and used them!
What's going on here?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Hao's mind, the most likely being that there was another traitor in the underworld.

That doesn't make sense. I remember that after the incident with the pirated Judge's Pen, Yama had already thoroughly investigated and all the traitors should have been caught.

Wait a minute—just as he was pretending to be in a sorry state to dodge the opponent's attack, Zhang Hao suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

It seems that some long-established exorcism families and Yin-Yang families have ancestors who did have connections with the underworld and could be considered unofficial employees of the underworld. Therefore, it is not impossible for them to possess these three standard weapons of the underworld.

Zhang Hao immediately thought of Zhao Rusong.

That guy was supposedly being watched before, but instead of being eliminated immediately, he was sent to the ground to handle some business, so that out of sight, out of mind.

Zhao Rusong's family does indeed have a long and distinguished history, which makes sense...

Zhang Hao's eyes darkened, and the instant the opponent launched an attack, he cast a mind-awakening spell into the corpse!

The corpse suddenly closed its eyes, swayed a few times, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A wisp of black ghost floated out, and the person was indeed Zhao Rusong!

He was wearing a mask, so strangers wouldn't recognize him. Unfortunately, Zhang Hao had already suspected him; he could tell it was him just by looking into his eyes.

"How dare you harm the ghost messengers, kid! You've got some nerve!" Zhang Hao grabbed his mourning staff and attacked the other man.

Zhao Rusong sneered, swinging the Soul-Locking Chain in his hand like a whip to launch a counterattack. The two exchanged blows for several rounds, until Zhang Hao pretended to be outmatched and was subdued by his opponent.

Zhang Hao, bound by the soul-locking chains, coughed and feigned indignation: "Are you a new-style exorcist? Did you come here on purpose to hunt down ghost messengers from the underworld?"

"I remember you modern people should enjoy killing each other and hunting your own kind, so why are you suddenly targeting us ghost messengers?"

Faced with the questioning, Zhao Rusong reached out and placed his hand on Zhang Hao's crown, a strange suction force emanating from his palm, slowly drawing out the yin energy from Zhang Hao's body.

Zhang Hao had plenty of Yin energy, and he could withstand this rate of extraction for a long time without any problem. So he wasn't in a hurry to break free, but just pretended to be in great pain when his Yin energy was being sucked away.

Perhaps blinded by the exhilarating feeling of absorbing energy and becoming stronger, Zhao Rusong unconsciously lowered his guard, enjoying the other's pained groans, and casually explained, "Yes, I am a new-style Celestial Master. Speaking of which, my ancestors used to cooperate with the Underworld. But now it's your turn, Underworld, to work for me and help me become stronger!"

Zhao Rusong happily absorbed the other party's yin energy; the feeling of becoming stronger was simply wonderful.

It probably won't be long before he's as strong as his master and qualified to challenge the strongest in the circle.

Moreover, the more powerful the ghost messengers he absorbed, the faster his own strength increased. This ghost messenger looked like a novice, but the yin energy on his body was unexpectedly so dense! He really had a stroke of luck today.

Zhang Hao asked in a gloomy tone, "So you're a junior member of the exorcism family! Do you know that what you're doing is tantamount to betrayal? Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will find out and scold you as an unfilial descendant?"

"Those old fogies should have been sidelined long ago. This era belongs to the new generation; the old ways will only be swept into the dustbin of history. The same goes for you ghost messengers; you'll all eventually become something new..."

Zhang Hao scoffed at this claim.

If the future belongs to this kind of garbage, then this world is definitely doomed.

Add to that the underworld. If even the underworld can't manage these things, then it can only be said that the order of this world is chillingly fragile.

"How many people like you are lurking in the crowd?" Zhang Hao asked calmly.

"Since you're about to die, I'll tell you. But I'll only tell you to one person; I won't tell anyone else."

Zhao Rusong, beaming with pride, took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly: "Currently, I'm the only one lurking in the crowd, but that's only for now. My master will definitely send more people to infiltrate the crowd in the future. It's your honor to have caught my eye, because we have no interest in dealing with weaklings..."

Before Zhao Rusong could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that the ghost messenger he had just subdued and who had been absorbing Yin energy had somehow broken free and was now piercing his chest with his mourning staff!
Blood dripped down the stick, filling the air with its stench. He was in so much pain he couldn't even finish a sentence: "You...you..."

"There's only one? That's unexpected. I thought there would be many. It seems you're the one who's been causing trouble these past few days. Goodness, you caught the culprit right away. It seems even the heavens don't want me to keep working overtime."

Zhang Hao raised his hand to snap the man's neck.

The moment the hand touched the skin on the neck, the other person's neck instantly turned into a cloud of smoke, and the whole person vanished into thin air.

That guy escaped way too fast. (End of Chapter)