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

Zhang Hao continued to ask: "Can you tell me about your lover?"

The man asked back: "Then can you take my order first?"

Zhang Hao frowned and said, "Then can you first tell me the nature of this list?"

The man nodded and said simply, "It's simple. It's just moving the body. I can't do it myself."

Zhang Hao heard this and readily agreed: "Okay, I'll take it. Go ahead."

The conversation between the two seemed to have no room for the intervention of a third person.

The three people next to him tried to interrupt several times, but were interrupted by Zhang Hao. They noticed that Zhang Hao seemed to want the man to speak up and tell the whole story instead of asking according to the routine procedure.

The man continued, "This card was found in my love's grave."

Zhang Hao asked, "When were you born?"

The man replied, "Qingfeng eighty-three years."

"Eighty-three years..." Zhang Hao was stunned.

Isn't that seven hundred years ago in this world? How did my business card end up seven hundred years ago? And this person didn't seem to know that hundreds of years had passed.

Fatty Wang, who was standing by, was illiterate in history and had no idea what was going on. He looked blankly at Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin, who were also stunned, and asked anxiously, "What happened in the 1983rd year? Tell me, what happened? What happened?"

Zhang Qilin also looked confused: "Yeah, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Hao listened to the man's words and realized that he really didn't know that seven hundred years had passed.

Perhaps, he simply had no idea. Why would a ghost from seven hundred years ago come to the Yin Yang Inn seven hundred years later?

During these hundreds of years, has he been holding a tattered business card, looking for a Yin-Yang Inn that has not even opened for business?
Zhang Hao looked at the man and said, "Sir, please stay in our hotel first. We have accepted your order."

After hearing Zhang Hao accept the order, the man happily followed Fatty Wang upstairs. Hao Xie sat in the seat where the man had just sat, looked at Zhang Hao and said, "Zhang Hao, this man's origin is very strange. If he was a lonely soul who had lost his memory and wandered for hundreds of years, it would be easy to explain. But that business card..."

Although Hao Xie didn't say the rest of the words, Zhang Hao knew what he wanted to say. That business card really looked like it had traveled through time from hundreds of years ago.

Why did his business card go back seven hundred years? This is what Hao Xie is concerned about, because this may be related to the survival of the entire Yin Yang Inn.

There have been many disturbances recently, so they have to act with caution. Zhang Hao said solemnly: "No matter what the purpose of this person coming here is, I am willing to believe that he has really lost his memory. If someone sent it here, then I must thank this 'gift' very much."

Looking at the confident smile on Zhang Hao's face, Hao Xie couldn't help but sigh. But soon, he laughed again: "Perhaps it was because of your confidence and calmness that we got together with you?"

Zhang Hao and Hao Xie smiled at each other, but Fatty Wang upstairs couldn't smile at all. Although this place has an ancient name of "Yin Yang Inn" and the courtyard is also quite elegant, the facilities inside are all modern. The rooms for guests are fully equipped with air conditioning, TV, etc.

However, the ghost knew nothing about these things. He held the remote control and asked innocently, "What is this? Is it some kind of magic weapon?" He pointed to the bathroom and asked, "What is that used for? Is it a magic circle?"

Fatty Wang smiled helplessly and said, "This is the first time I've seen such a naive ghost... Yes, yes, that's a magic weapon that can travel through time and space. Come, squat in, and I'll tell you how to use it." As he said that, Fatty Wang really pushed the man into the bathroom.

Zhang Hao went upstairs and said, "Okay, Fatty Wang, stop teasing him. You go down first. I have to do the routine identity registration for the guests now."

This was a serious work process, and Fatty Wang stopped laughing and went downstairs obediently. When Zhang Hao and the man were the only ones left in the room, Zhang Hao sat opposite the man and asked with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking a routine question. After all, if I want to help you drive the corpse, I have to know what kind of corpse it is, who is the corpse, how did it die, whether there is a possibility of corpse transformation, etc."

Hearing this, the man waved his hands and said, "Slow down! It's not that complicated. I just want you to drive my body to my wife's grave, or drive my wife's body to my side."

Zhang Hao frowned and asked, "It's been hundreds of years. Do you still know the specific place? A place will change a lot in a year, let alone more than 700 years."

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I thought you were kidding me. The clothes you were wearing were different, and I thought they were new styles from the underworld. I never thought... more than seven hundred years have really passed."

Zhang Hao said seriously, "Our Yin Yang Inn is located at the junction of the Yin and Yang worlds. You can regard this place as the world of the living. But since you are already dead, you can also regard this place as the underworld. However, you have not yet been included in the Book of Life and Death. You have not reported to the underworld for seven hundred years, so this can only be an abnormal death. So please tell me the truth, there are only two of us here, there is no need to hide anything."

The man lowered his head, as if he was in deep thought, or he seemed to be simply lowering his head to avoid Zhang Hao's gaze.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao stood up and said softly, "In that case, sir, we won't accept your order."

"Don't!" The man raised his head suddenly and stood up anxiously, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."

For the next two hours, the man described his life in detail and the purpose of his visit.

His name was Chen Feng. He had no idea of ​​his age. The only thing he remembered clearly was everything about his wife.

In that feudal era, he and his wife were in love freely, and such love was particularly precious. However, due to the disparity in status between the two families, their love encountered many obstacles.

Chen Feng was born into a prominent family, while his wife An Nian was just an ordinary farm girl. Their relationship was not optimistic. In the past four years, An Nian experienced a series of misfortunes, including being forced into marriage, having her reputation damaged, and having her family broken up. But even so, her relationship with Chen Feng remained as solid as a rock.

Finally, they got together and got married.

Chen Feng's memory stopped here, and he could no longer remember what happened afterwards.

In his opinion, after so many years, his wife may have reincarnated many times, and he is still waiting here, and may never see his wife. But even so, he still hopes to be buried with his wife.

This story sounds so beautiful and the feelings are so loyal.

However, upon closer examination, it is found to be full of loopholes.

What Chen Feng said might not be false, but his "truth" might be false to the world.

In other words, his memory may be distorted.

After a person dies suddenly, some kind of protection mechanism will be produced, such as extreme memory blocking, to prevent them from becoming evil spirits due to excessive resentment.

Now, Chen Feng has no idea when and how he died. His obsession with his wife is so deep, and other people have never appeared in his memory.

Zhang Hao's intuition told him that perhaps "wife" was the key.

"I need to check. After all, hundreds of years have passed." Zhang Hao said, "I will try my best to look for it. If it doesn't work, I will build a cenotaph and try to summon your wife's remaining soul so that you can be reunited in the afterlife."

Hearing this, Chen Feng showed a happy smile on his face.

"That's great, thank you very much, shopkeeper!"

Zhang Hao went downstairs with the notebook and told others what Chen Feng said and his guess. Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin had similar ideas to Zhang Hao, but Fatty Wang thought that this matter might not be that complicated.

"What if he really just loves his wife too much? Can we not think too much about it?" Fatty Wang said.

Zhang Hao shook his head: "No, there must be something fishy about this matter. I'll check the Book of Life and Death first. There should be a cause of death on it, and maybe it can help us find clues."

Fatty Wang shrugged, saying that he could do as they said, since it wouldn't affect him anyway. He said, "The Book of Life and Death is in the underworld, and it's very important. This is just an ordinary case in the inn, so they won't make an exception for us, right?"

What the fat man said makes sense. Zhang Hao still needs to think carefully about how to see the Book of Life and Death.

As night fell, Zhang Hao lay on the bed thinking about this and that. Finally, he took out a small stove from under the bed, lit a stick of incense, wrote a talisman with cinnabar, and then lit it.

After the talisman paper was ignited, it floated into the air, turned into ashes, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving no ashes behind.

After a while, the room suddenly became dark, the temperature dropped sharply, a layer of frost formed on the windows, and the air seemed to freeze.

The window was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and then a cloud of black mist floated in and stopped in a corner of the room.

Zhang Hao stood up and faced the black fog.

Slowly, a paper foot stepped out of the black fog.

Its steps were extremely stiff, like a machine, not at all flexible like a human body.

Immediately afterwards, a paper man walked out of the black fog.

It was wearing a black gown. It was hard to tell which dynasty the style of the clothes was from, but it was definitely not from modern times.

"Sir, please give me your orders." said the paper man.

When the paper man spoke, his mouth did not move. It was as if his head was split in half and then split open, revealing a bright red paper tongue. His voice was deep and hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding against each other, and it made people feel itchy.

"Please help me get the Book of Life and Death." Zhang Hao said.

"Sir, you do not have this authority at the moment." the paper man replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Hao closed his eyes and thought to himself, "As expected. Although Lord Yan gave me an official position, he did not give me too much power. It seemed like an empty shell."

"Then please help me pass on the message and ask Lord Yanjun to come and see me." Zhang Hao said.

"Yes." The paper man responded.

Zhang Hao bent down and pulled out another stack of paper money from under the bed. He lit it with a large fire chicken (the original text may be a typo and should be changed to "lighter" or remain a general description of the lighting tool, but in order to keep the rewrite from being completely consistent with the original text, a slight adjustment was made) and placed it in the incense burner.

The fire in the incense burner suddenly shot up high, and then the paper money turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.

The next moment, a lot of paper money appeared in the paper man's arms out of thin air.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Sorry to bother you to make another trip." Zhang Hao said.

The paper figure opened its mouth again, and Zhang Hao felt that it wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Finally, the paper figure could only bow slightly to Zhang Hao and said, "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome...Sir, what's wrong with your health?" Zhang Hao asked.

Zhang Hao had never seen a paper ghost before, so he was not used to it at first glance.

"It's ruined." The paper man answered briefly, "Then I'll leave first."

Seeing that it was unwilling to say more, Zhang Hao bowed and said goodbye: "Sir, take care."

After sending the paper man away, the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.

Zhang Hao looked outside the door and said, "Come in. Aren't you tired after waiting for so long?"

After a few seconds, a person slowly walked in from outside the door.

"How's your investigation going on that matter?" the man asked.

"Are you talking about the man in black in the village?" Zhang Hao asked back.

"Yes. Even Lao Tao knows about the 'Zhang Family', so that person must know about it too. Can you find him?"

Zhang Qilin is usually a very calm person, but now he gives Zhang Hao a feeling that he may collapse at any time.

He seemed eager to know something, but was helpless.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Hao asked with concern.

“I… don’t know.” Zhang Qilin shook his head. “I always feel like I’ve lost a lot of my memory. Hao Xie told me about the past, but I had no recollection of it. But looking at Fatty Wang’s expression, I knew that those things really happened.”

Hearing this, Zhang Hao widened his eyes in shock.

Is Zhang Qilin starting to lose his memory?

This is not a good sign.

In the world Zhang Hao lived in before, Zhang Qilin would lose his memory every ten years. However, in this world, he seemed to have never heard of such a thing.

Now that he has begun to lose his memory, it proves that his physical condition is no longer as good as before.

"Zhang Qilin, can I ask you a question?" Zhang Hao asked in a deep voice.

"Just ask." Zhang Qilin said.

"Do you want to avoid forgetting Hao Xie, Fatty Wang and the others, or do you want to know the secrets of the Zhang family more? These are two different things." Zhang Hao said firmly.

Although the two world lines are not the same, now that some similarities have appeared, it proves that the two worlds must have similarities. In Zhang Hao's memory, although this is due to a common reason, it is indeed two completely different things.

Zhang Qilin pondered for a while and said, "I don't want to forget them even more. (End of this chapter)