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

Zhang Hao brought Hansan to his room, pointed to a chair and said, "Please sit down wherever you want. I will use the soul-chasing technique to see if I can trace the origin of your soul."

Han Shan remained silent, just sitting quietly beside the bed, staring at Zhang Hao.

"Can I ask you a question?" Zhang Hao asked tentatively.

There was no response.

Zhang Hao knew that the other party had heard what he said, so he continued to ask: "Why do you always look at me so straight?"

"Because you are the only one here." Han San finally spoke.

This weird reason made Zhang Hao laugh. He seemed to be lacking in emotions, and probably thought that this was the right way to deal with it.

"The soul-chasing technique can trace the origin of your soul. Although it is only a low-level spell, it is indeed very useful sometimes. This job needs a careful person to do it. Yan Jun is very busy and probably has no time to sort out the clues carefully. As for me, I should be able to find some clues."

Zhang Hao did not give an absolute answer, but for someone like him, it is very rare to be able to say such words.

"it is good."

Han Shan spoke again, and this time he gave the same affirmative answer, saying that he would do as Zhang Hao asked.

Zhang Hao drew a magic circle in the middle of the room and asked Han Shan to sit inside it. He sat right behind him, bit his finger, and drew a talisman on the yellow talisman paper.

As the spell was completed, it suddenly floated up, hovering above Han San's head, emitting a faint yellow light.

At the same time, the earth seemed to have invisible golden "lines" extending from all directions. These were the information collected by the spell. Zhang Hao needed to receive and analyze these clues and messages.

This is a tiring job, but it is the only solution he can think of at the moment.

Not long after, Zhang Hao's expression suddenly changed. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at Han Shan who had his back to him.

……Nothing at all.

He felt nothing, not even a trace of energy fluctuation. The man in front of him was like an empty shell with nothing inside.

Zhang Hao was unwilling to give up, so he took out another piece of talisman paper and drew a symbol on it that was similar to the soul-chasing technique but not exactly the same.

It wasn't long before the answer was given.

——The great evil has no soul.

According to legend, all the evil and soulless people come from an unspeakable place thousands of miles below the Yellow Springs.

But, does such a place really exist? If there really is such a place that can transcend the order of the six realms, how could Zhang Hao know nothing about it? How could Lord Yan not explain the seriousness of this matter to him?

Yan Jun is such a cautious person that he should have investigated everything long ago, including the condition of Han San's soul.

The fact that the umbrella was delivered to him proves that he should not be a very important character.

Zhang Hao took back his talisman and pretended to be calm and said, "Han San, can I ask you a question?"

Hearing this, Han Shan turned around and looked at Zhang Hao with the same calm expression. Judging from his turning back, he should have agreed to let Zhang Hao ask questions.

Zhang Hao asked: "You don't remember anything, so why do you still remember your name?"

"Someone told me." Han San replied.

"What does that person look like?" Zhang Hao continued to ask.

"I couldn't see his face. He was wearing a black cloak. He gave me a piece of white paper and asked me to wear the same clothes. He walked through a door and was taken to a tomb." Han Shan said word by word.

As Han Shan finished speaking, Zhang Hao felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Black cloak, white paper, in the tomb... Isn't this exactly what Chen Feng said?

In other words, the person Chen Feng had met was really Han Shan!

But what does Hansan mean by "through a door"?

Is there something special about that door that allows it to travel through time and space?
"Do you still remember what that door looks like?" Zhang Hao asked anxiously.

"I don't remember." Han San shook his head.

"What about the other clues about the man in black?" Zhang Hao continued to ask unwillingly.

"I don't remember." Han San gave the same answer.

Zhang Hao said helplessly: "...Then why do you remember those things so clearly?"

"It was supposed to be forgotten originally." Han San replied.

"Ah?" Zhang Hao looked confused. What was he supposed to forget? Could it be that he could choose to forget something?

The reason why people suffer is that they cannot forget certain things on their own.

In this regard, is Hansan a higher level existence?
As Han Shan spoke more and more, Zhang Hao felt that this person was full of mystery. It was as if after clearing away a cloud of fog, there was another cloud of fog waiting for him behind.

"I will gradually forget everything as time goes by. I don't know when I remembered these things, but I engraved them on my body so that I will not forget them." As he said this, Han San stretched out his arms.

The words were densely written on it, exactly the same as what he had just said, even the interjections such as "的" and "了" were exactly the same. No wonder he could repeat it.

If he really didn't remember anything and only recorded some key words, he might not be able to repeat such a complete sentence.

This simplest method allowed him to remember the most crucial information.

It seems that we can't start from his memory.

After realizing this, although Zhang Hao felt a little disappointed, for some reason a sense of relief emerged in the depths of his heart.

Luckily I didn't ask too much...

"Han San, do you think there is anything special about you?" Zhang Hao asked from a different angle.

Since we can't start from his memory, we can only explore from his own feelings.

"No, I just have a bad memory." Han Shan replied. "Yan Jun said before that you just went to his place recently?" Zhang Hao continued to ask.

"I don't know, I've forgotten." Han San gave the same answer.

Zhang Hao sighed helplessly.

When Yan Jun mentioned Han San, he used the word "recently", which proved that the time would not be too long. Even for Yan Jun who has lived for who knows how many years, this "recently" would not be too long, at most a few years or months.

This indirectly shows that Han San's memory will not last too long. It will be forcibly refreshed for some reason and he will remember nothing, including his current self.

All he could remember in the end was the information engraved on his arm.

For some reason, Zhang Hao suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little pitiful.

A person's soul is what fills his body. Without it, he is incomplete. Remembering these things may not leave any trace in his vitality.

"Han San, your affairs may be a little troublesome. I also have to manage the inn, so it is impossible for me to spend all my time on your affairs every day." Zhang Hao said frankly.

Hearing this, Han Shan seemed to have expected such an outcome. He lowered his head again and did not answer, still looking neither sad nor happy.

"I'm the owner of the Yin-Yang Inn. To put it more clearly, I do business between life and death. Maybe one day I'll come across clues related to your case, and then I'll tell you. You can go back to the underworld first." Zhang Hao continued.

As soon as he finished speaking, Han San stood up and walked towards the door.

Zhang Hao quickly shouted: "Or...how about you stay by my side and work with me?"

Han Shan's footsteps came to an abrupt stop. He froze in place, not moving forward. Even the steps he took remained unfinished, and he didn't even look back.

This person always seems so calm. Emotions seem to be non-existent to him. Even if they do exist, no trace of them can be seen from his back.

Zhang Hao pondered in his heart, fearing that he was being too sentimental, so he grinned awkwardly and forced a smile. He then said, "Of course, if you don't want to--"

Before he finished speaking, the man slowly turned around, staring at Zhang Hao with a pair of deep black eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I am willing to stay here."

"You mean, this guy with a stern face all day long is going to stay with us?" Fatty Wang licked the popsicle in his hand while looking around Han Shan who was sitting in the hall.

"That's right." Zhang Hao nodded.

"Then I guess I need to prepare more thick clothes." Fatty Wang muttered.

Zhang Hao immediately understood what the fat man meant, but Hao Xie still asked in confusion: "Why?"

Fatty Wang had a wicked smile on his face. He pointed at Zhang Qilin and Han Shan with his fingers and said, "One of you has a poker face all day long, and the other is as cold as ice. Don't you think it's not cold enough here?"

After saying that, Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang looked at each other and smiled unscrupulously.

Hao Xie rolled his eyes helplessly and cursed angrily: "Get lost! Can you please stop making fun of me when there is nothing to do!"

Fatty Wang looked disdainful and curled his lips and said, "Oh my, how long has Han San been here? You are protecting him like this? How do you know that he is not a spy sent by Yan Jun to monitor us?"

Zhang Hao did not interrupt. He knew very well that if Fatty Wang really had any doubts, he would never say these words in front of Han Shan. At most, he would ask himself in private.

Now that he said this in front of everyone, he actually showed his attitude - a little doubtful, but not completely doubtful, it all depends on what the person involved says.

Han Shan naturally didn't understand this kind of eye contact, he still lowered his head and remained silent. But Zhang Qilin withdrew his gaze from Han Shan and slowly said: "I think, in a sense, he and I are the same kind of people."

Hao Xie asked curiously: "Is it all Qilin blood?"

"I'm not sure." Zhang Qilin shook his head.

Fatty Wang was a man of action. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over with big strides. "Just take a look and you'll know."

This time, Han Shan finally reacted. He subconsciously covered his arm and stared at Fatty Wang who was approaching with a defensive look on his face.

Zhang Hao knew nothing about his fighting style and was worried that he was a dangerous person. What was hidden on his arm might not be visible to them at all. So Zhang Hao hurried forward to stop him.

"Okay, stop it! Han Shan doesn't have any emotional entanglements in his body, so he naturally doesn't have any emotions. He can't understand your expression. If you have anything to say, just tell him directly. And don't touch his body, okay?"

When Fatty Wang heard that Han Shan was a soulless person, but did not turn into a walking corpse, but still retained his consciousness, his interest was immediately piqued.

"Oh my god, there are actually people like this!" He circled around the umbrella excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent, but this time, he did not touch the umbrella again.

Just then, Zhang Hao was about to say something when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Hello, is this the Yin Yang Inn?"

Everyone turned around and saw a woman in a suit standing at the door. She had a low ponytail, a black and white suit, and black leather shoes. There was no other color on her body except black and white. Her face was heavy, and the heavy expression made people feel that she had just returned from a place like a funeral home.

Zhang Hao quickly put away his playful expression and said seriously, "Yes, ma'am, please come in."

"Thank you." The woman nodded and walked in.

However, Zhang Hao noticed that there was a wisp of white smoke following her, which was looming and very strange.

"Ma'am, how did you know about our inn?" Zhang Hao asked curiously.

"I bought the news. I want you to bring back a body from another province," the woman replied.

"If you just want to transport a corpse that hasn't turned into a zombie, an ordinary hearse will do. It's not appropriate to ask us. We are good at handling all kinds of supernatural events and will make corresponding responses, so our fees are relatively high." Zhang Hao explained.

"No, that person is already dead, but her family doesn't know yet. I need to let her finish this birthday party without her family knowing, and then find an excuse like a myocardial infarction to make her 'die'." The woman said slowly.

What it means is to make others think that person is still alive.

This kind of weird work naturally needs to be done by a place like the Yin Yang Inn. It is possible to bring the "dead" back to life, at most the corpse can be driven away by the corpse bell, but if you want to hide it from your family...

"We can't do this." Zhang Hao said bluntly, "When someone dies, we should tell their family and let them take them home safely. Treating the dead like this is not the style of our Yin Yang Inn."

The woman took out a bank card from her suit pocket, handed it to Zhang Hao, and said, "There is one million in it. After the matter is done, I will give you another three million."

A full four million!
When Fatty Wang heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed out, shouting, "I got it!"

"Fatty!" Zhang Hao used his eyes to warn Fatty Wang, signaling him not to mess around. (End of this chapter)