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

"Although family matters are very important to me, as long as I'm alive, I still have a chance to find them. But Hao Xie and the others... I don't want to forget them."

It really is the friendship of the iron triangle!

Zhang Hao smiled with relief, patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be so excited! I'll try to see if I can change your amnesia. Then, I'll go ask about the Zhang family."

The Zhang family might indeed exist, but other people related to the Zhang family have not appeared yet. Therefore, he had to be more cautious so as not to get involved in too much unnecessary trouble.

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Qilin said gratefully.

“You’re welcome.” Zhang Hao smiled. “Zhang Qilin, you’re not the type to complain. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s get out of here first. I need to think about our next move.”

"Okay." Zhang Qilin nodded.

Although he said he was thinking, in fact he was just waiting for news from Lord Yan unilaterally.

Four days had passed, and Zhang Hao was very sure that Yan Jun must have received the news. But he neither refused nor agreed, but just delayed replying.

Chen Feng came to urge Zhang Hao every day, asking when to start the action. He even began to question the business capabilities of Yin Yang Inn.

As a boss, how could Zhang Hao tolerate this?
He immediately prepared to burn paper money to summon the Lord of Hell again. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to his room, he saw a person lying on the bed and was almost frightened to death.

A man in black casual clothes was lying on his bed, with his back to him. He was looking at the sunlight outside the window and even reaching out to touch it.

"...Lord Yan Jun?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

The man turned around and smiled at Zhang Hao.

——It is indeed the Lord of Hell!

Zhang Hao sighed, walked up to him and said, "Sir, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I thought you might be waiting for me, so I came here to wait for you." Yan Jun said, "The feeling of waiting for someone..." He withdrew his hand, and the curtains were drawn the next moment, and the room returned to darkness.

He turned his head, his eyes fell on Zhang Hao, and said softly: "Unexpectedly, it's quite good."

"Could it be that Lord Yan's visit this time is because of the matter I mentioned before?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

Lord Yan sat up and spoke slowly, "Yes, but not entirely. If you want to see the Book of Life and Death, you can, but you have to make a deal with me."

Zhang Hao was startled, but he still asked calmly: "Oh? Sir, why don't you just tell me which ghost you want me to catch this time?"

He already knew in his mind that the old fox Yan Jun would never help him easily and would definitely make him pay a price.

Lord Yan shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "Not really. Recently, a new talent came to the underworld, and he is quite good at catching ghosts. But he doesn't seem to be loyal and is extremely cold to everyone. There is no key information in the Book of Life and Death, so I would like you to check his deeds in the world of the living."

Zhang Hao frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Why would you ask me for something that your Book of Life and Death doesn't even record?"

Yan Jun smiled and said, "This is the key to the deal."

Zhang Hao was speechless and could only ask, "What exactly does the Lord want me to investigate?"

"Well, in fact, what is recorded in the Book of Life and Death is nothing more than a person's birth and death years, changes in lifespan, such as whether one borrowed or bought lifespan, and a cause of death. Apart from that, there is nothing else. You want to know these, but it may not be of much help to your business." Lord Yan explained slowly.

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No, it will help. At least we can know how this person died. I accept this deal. Sir, please give me the Book of Life and Death."

Lord Yan waved his hand and said, "The Book of Life and Death cannot leave the underworld. You must come with me to read it."

Zhang Hao was stunned: "Go to the underworld?"

He knew that place very well. Although he had been near the underworld before, he was in the form of a ghost. Could it be that his soul was leaving his body again this time?
Lord Yan seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile: "You have an official position now, and we have living people working in the underworld, responsible for the connection between the Yin and Yang worlds. You don't need to be so nervous."

After saying that, Yan Jun grabbed Zhang Hao's hand. Zhang Hao felt a flash before his eyes, and the next moment he was plunged into darkness. The hand holding him was freezing cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Lord Yan's voice rang in my ears: "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Zhang Hao opened his eyes, and the scene before him stunned him for a moment. That door... that half-black and half-red door!
"Lord Yan, that is..." Zhang Hao asked stutteringly.

"This is the gate to the underworld, and behind the gate is the Forgetful River. Once you pass through this gate, no matter if you are a ghost or a living person, you can no longer return to the world of the living. You can think of it as a one-way gate." Lord Yan explained.

One-way gate... Zhang Hao's heart trembled. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the person he met in his dream last time. The person covered in a red cloak stood inside the gate and waved to him, as if he wanted him to pass through. Once you enter the gate, you can't get out. Why did that person let you pass through? Did he want to kill him?

At once, many thoughts came to his mind, making him confused and afraid to think about it any further. He had never seen this door before, but he had a memory of it in his dream. Does this mean... that the scene was real? Did it happen in the past, or will it happen in the future?
Zhang Hao suppressed the throbbing in his heart and asked, "This door... do I need to go in?"

Yan Jun shook his head and said, "No, let's go on the bridge."

After saying that, Yan Jun took Zhang Hao to the side. Soon, a bridge appeared in the mist. The bridge was black, but the railings were red. These two colors again.

Zhang Hao tried to break the silence and said with a smile: "Sir, the door just now was also in this color scheme. Is this the popular color scheme in the underworld this year?"

Yan Jun smiled and said, "You are joking again. Black and red represent two different meanings. But it is useless for you to know now, so you should go first."

Lord Yan seemed unwilling to say more, and even said "useless". Zhang Hao secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that these things would be meaningful to his future self?

In his wild thoughts, Lord Yan brought him to the underworld palace. This was a palace located in a large area of ​​red spider lilies, with two roads in front and back. One was the way he came, and the other led to a deeper depth. But Zhang Hao could no longer see the scene over there. The Book of Life and Death was soon presented. Although it looked very thin, with only two or three sheets of paper, Zhang Hao just turned a page and saw Chen Feng's Book of Life and Death accurately.

He looked up in surprise and looked at Lord Yan: "Sir, this is..."

Lord Yan explained, "The Book of Life and Death records too many things. If it were all on paper, a thousand people wouldn't be able to move it. I just used magic to condense the Book of Life and Death for tens of millions of years. Think of the person you want to check, and that person will appear on the next page."

Zhang Hao asked curiously, "If we don't know the name, will we be unable to find it out?"

Lord Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know his name, but you must know his other information, such as his appearance, characteristics, etc. The Book of Life and Death will automatically organize this information and present it to you for you to select."

Zhang Hao nodded, not quite understanding, thinking to himself: Isn't this just like a computer? It's nothing more than precise search and keyword search. This underworld is really strange.

He continued to look through Chen Feng's Book of Life and Death.

Chen Feng was born in the 62nd year of Qingfeng and died in the 83rd year of Qingfeng. The 83rd year of Qingfeng was the same as the year he mentioned before. In other words, his memory only lasted until the year of his death. He lost his memory directly after his death and only remembered things related to his wife. But the business card matter could never be explained.

Chen Feng once said that the name card was found in his wife's tomb. But how could something from seven hundred years later appear seven hundred years ago? Perhaps we should ask Lord Yan about this question.

"Sir, is it possible for our current objects to go back hundreds of years?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

"You mean... time travel?" Yan Jun asked back.

"Almost. But it's not a person, it's an object," Zhang Hao explained.

Lord Yan said in a deep voice: "If objects can go there, it proves that people can also go there. This method does exist..."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao showed excitement on his face and asked anxiously: "Does that mean that my things really went back to seven hundred years ago?"

Yan Jun looked at Zhang Hao and said slowly: "...Are you referring to that business card?"

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, then asked, "So the adults knew about this?"

Lord Yan gave an irrelevant answer: "But this method has long been banned, and now even I don't know how to activate it. If it really exists... then it proves that the world is going to be in chaos. People in the past want to come to the present, and people in the present want to go back to the past... The order of the world will be completely disrupted."

Judging from Lord Yan's expression, he was not joking and this matter was indeed extremely serious.

Zhang Hao said seriously: "I will definitely find out."

Yan Jun nodded and said, "I'll leave it to you. If you need any help, just let me know. If the business card was really sent by someone with ulterior motives, then that person is also my enemy. Go ahead and check it out."

Zhang Hao agreed, but then felt something was wrong and asked in confusion, "Hey, that's not right, sir. Since you already knew that this matter was serious, why did you deliberately delay for a few days, not give me any news, and even let me make a deal with you?"

Yan Jun smiled and waved his hand, saying, "This matter is indeed difficult and time-consuming. Look it up when you have time. I am short of manpower here."

After saying that, he turned and left. Zhang Hao was stunned in place, and it took him several seconds to react. He shouted at his back: "You mean, I'm free?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and then he found himself back in the room. The room was still the same as before, except for a dent on the bed where Yan Jun had lain, proving that everything that had just happened was real.

At this moment, the most important thing in Zhang Hao's mind was no longer Chen Feng's commission or the door, but the matter of time travel. This sounds extremely outrageous, but it seems to have really happened. If those people wanted to achieve a certain purpose, why would they use their own business cards? And why did they let Chen Feng send it to them?

Zhang Hao had a headache. It was really a headache when he couldn't figure out the problem. It seemed that if he wanted to know the key to everything, he had to start with the problems of Chen Feng.

Wanting to know what happened seven hundred years ago, Zhang Hao first thought of time travel. But this was obviously impossible. The other option was to use the means of the underworld. There was a kind of ghost in the underworld called the dream-eating ghost, which could spy on people's memories.

Chen Feng did not lose his memory, but the key part of his memory was sealed. What Zhang Hao had to do was to dig out that part of his memory!

"I heard that dream-eating ghosts are all beautiful women!" Fatty Wang rubbed his hands excitedly and said with a smile, "I can see a beautiful ghost this time, Fatty."

Hao Xie poked Fatty Wang, signaling him to keep quiet. Zhang Qilin stood aside, silent, just looking out the door, as if he was also expecting something.

Ever since Zhang Hao said he wanted to find the dream for Chen Feng, a ghost who had lived for hundreds of years, they were full of expectations. Although they had learned a lot during their time at the Yin-Yang Inn, they had not really seen how the special ghosts in the underworld worked.

Compared with ghosts like the Black and White Impermanence who do their jobs in a proper manner, ghosts like the Dream Eater are undoubtedly a bit mysterious.

"My Lord, it's coming." A voice suddenly came from the void. Then, a white mist floated into the house.

At the same time, a strange fragrance quietly spread and penetrated into everyone's nose.

When Zhang Hao came to his senses, he found himself in a completely different environment.

This was the world he was familiar with. Without those bizarre fantasy elements, he was just an ordinary person, and the three people around him were just fictional characters in the novel. He didn't want to believe that such people really existed in reality.

As time went by and the stars changed, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that he had spent decades alone. He lived a routine life, his days were as plain as water, without any waves. This kind of life is what ordinary people yearn for, but he felt extremely lonely, and the loneliness was indescribable, as if something was always missing around him.

In this way, Zhang Hao spent his life in a daze. When he finally came to his senses, he was already old and lying in bed unable to move. "Is this the life you desire? Do you really want such a life?" A voice suddenly sounded, and Zhang Hao instantly recalled that it was the voice he had heard in the Yin Yang Inn decades ago.

It's a dream-eating ghost! Zhang Hao shuddered violently, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He found himself back in the Yin Yang Inn. In front of him stood a man in ordinary clothes. He was not too tall, with a fair face, and could even be described as cute.

Could this person be the Dream Eater? As if seeing the doubt in Zhang Hao's heart, the man smiled and bowed slightly to him, saying, "Dream Eater, hello, Master."

"What I just saw, are those the dreams you wove for me?" Zhang Hao asked. (End of this chapter)