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

Zhang Hao tried to follow the traces left by the other party, but it was no use, because the other party had already concealed their aura using some special method.

What bad luck! I thought we could finish this quickly!
Zhang Hao felt a surge of irritation.

He had no choice but to put away his weapons and ponder what to do next.

Once the entrapment tactic has been used once, the other party should not fall for it again.

However, precisely because I seriously injured that guy during this sting operation, it will definitely scare him. Zhao Rusong probably won't be as reckless in harming the ghost messengers as before.

The problem is how to lure Zhao Rusong out? Otherwise, if he keeps hiding, there's nothing we can do about him.

On the other side, Zhao Rusong, who had barely escaped by using up the last bit of Yin energy and turning into gusts of Yin wind, clutched his bleeding chest and walked step by step with difficulty in a gloomy alley.

All the lights in the alley were out, and it was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Zhao Rusong leaned against the wall, coughing as he struggled to walk inside.

As he walked, his head began to spin due to excessive blood loss. Holding his last breath, he cast a spell to call upon his master.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Rusong, who was lying on the ground, looked up and saw the person in front of him.

In the pitch-black night, only a pair of cold, red eyes could be vaguely seen.

Zhao Rusong felt lightheaded as someone grabbed him and dragged him away.

After an unknown amount of time, they stopped in a dark basement.

Tong Xin stared at him darkly: "I didn't expect you to die too. Those people were really capable! Zhao Rusong, I told you to lie low in the human world, and this is how you lay low?"

Zhao Rusong shivered, looked down at his semi-transparent body, and belatedly realized that he was dead, and dead beyond dead.

Even if only his soul remains, it doesn't matter; his master will surely revive him.

“Master, I’ve been lying low in the mortal realm without incident. But this time I ran into a ghost officer who was entrapping me. I suspect it’s because you recently ordered me to take action against ghost officers, resulting in so many of them being injured, which has attracted the attention of the underworld. There’s nothing I can do about it, after all, the underworld has its eyes on me…”

Zhao Rusong calmly shirked responsibility, attributing all the blame to the powerful underworld.

He had no idea that the reason he was killed was entirely because of a man named Zhang Hao.

To be honest, this man was just an unofficial member of the underworld; if you really think about it, he didn't even have a formal position.

“That’s true. If the underworld, which manages both the human and the netherworld, can’t even handle something like this, then I’ll start to have my doubts.” Tong Xin took a deep breath, trying to suppress the irritation in her heart.

Zhao Rusong felt a lingering pain in his chest. He spoke with great difficulty, "Master, I am now dead and exposed. Can I serve you by your side from now on?"

Zhao Rusong had a plan to grow stronger by following his master. After all, by following a powerful person, he wouldn't have to worry about becoming a target for other new-style celestial masters.

Tong Xin naturally saw through the subordinate's true intentions.

He looked down at Zhao Rusong: "You, a good-for-nothing who failed your mission, dare to mention staying by my side?"

Those who can follow him must be at least as strong as his partner. Zhao Rusong, a mere lackey, what qualifications does he have? He is truly overestimating himself.

Tong Xin gave a cold laugh.

However, this person still has some use, so there's no need to kill him immediately.

Tong Xin inwardly mocked him, but outwardly shook her head. Looking at his anxious expression, she calmly explained, "Your strength is still too weak. If you stay by my side, and I accidentally get involved in a hunting battle, you'll likely be dead on the spot with your current abilities. So, with your current strength, following me is just a joke. Let's talk about it when you become stronger."

Zhao Rusong was anxious. If he couldn't stay by his master's side, he estimated that he would soon become prey for those new-style figures.

He had no desire to be completely annihilated.

"Don't rush. Since you're my subordinate, of course I won't ignore you," Tong Xin suddenly interrupted him.

Under the other person's gaze, Tong Xin said unhurriedly, "I know a new kind of person. If you eat her, you can become stronger and regain your body. This person is..."

Tong Xin bent down and whispered in his ear.

Zhao Rusong was initially surprised, but his eyes lit up. After the other party finished speaking, he said with unusual excitement, "Thank you for reminding me, Master. I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

After saying this, Zhao Rusong knelt down and kowtowed to Tong Xin. Tong Xin stretched out her hand, and a powerful evil force surged from her palm, pouring into Zhao Rusong's head.

Zhao Rusong felt his chest, pierced by the mourning stick, gradually repairing itself, and his soul had completely healed.

Master's power is indeed very strong!
Zhao Rusong stared at Tong Xin with burning passion: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely become as strong as you!"

Tong Xin waved his hand, urging him to get to work quickly.

On a dark and windy night, in an urban village in a coastal city, a young woman was walking home.

She was wearing a white dress, carrying a black bag, and holding an umbrella late at night, which looked particularly eerie.

She has a very beautiful face; by normal standards of beauty, she is an absolute beauty.

This beautiful woman was walking home when she ran into her neighbor. The neighbor couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw her like this.

“Chen Lili, don’t you think it’s strange that you’re holding an umbrella so late at night? It’s like you’re going to a funeral in ancient times. People only hold umbrellas like that when they’re going to a funeral in ancient times.”

Mr. Li, the owner of the convenience store next door, complained about her with a look of disgust.

Chen Lili gave him a disgruntled look, her eyes captivating, as if she were pouting: "It wasn't my idea! It was raining just now, but it stopped halfway through the walk. I was too lazy to close the umbrella, so I just held it up all the way back."

Grandpa Li frowned as he looked at the retro-style umbrella the other person was holding, pointed at the tung oil umbrella, and said, "At least you should hold a normal umbrella. Holding this kind of ancient paper umbrella makes people think they've seen a ghost."

Indeed, the umbrella Chen Lili was holding was the kind of oiled paper umbrella seen in TV dramas, with a layer of very brightly colored spider lilies painted on it. The spider lilies were painted so lifelike that they exuded an eerie aura under the moonlight.

Chen Lili looked up at her umbrella and gave a very appreciative smile.

"Uncle Li, you don't understand. Retro style is all the rage these days. This umbrella cost me a fortune. You're just out of touch with fashion." (End of Chapter)