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

It turns out that she is a bodyguard who was raised since childhood. The relationship between such a person and her master must be very deep. No wonder she is so capable of making decisions for her master.

"I've finished looking. Please leave for a while. There should be no living people in the room." Zhang Hao said.

Zhang Hao looked at the warm body in front of him and sighed inwardly. This body did not fit him at all, and forcing himself to blend into it would only make him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, if there was still the breath of a living person in the room, the whole process might fail and even cause serious harm to his body and soul.

Although Wen Ya was very reluctant about this, she still followed Zhang Qilin out of the room.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back, her eyes full of worry, and whispered: "Don't take the opportunity to do anything bad." Hearing this, Zhang Hao could only respond helplessly with silence.

When Zhang Hao was the only one left in the room, he looked at Wen Xin's body carefully again.

After all, the human body is just a shell. Once a person dies a tragic death, the resentment will only permeate the soul and will not remain in this lifeless body.

The warmth that lay before my eyes at this moment was now empty.

Zhang Hao was tempted to try to summon a warm soul. However, this was not an easy task, as it not only took a lot of time, but also required the drawing of a complex magic array.

What's more, places like hotels are prone to hiding evil spirits. Even if he wanted to try, he could only wait until he returned to his own place.

Zhang Hao took out two talismans from his arms, stuck one on his heart and the other on Wen Xin's head.

In an instant, he felt as if his body was inexplicably attracted and he involuntarily moved closer to the warm body.

When the soul and body began to blend little by little, Zhang Hao felt an unprecedented pain. He had expected the pain, but he didn't expect it to be so severe. He gritted his teeth and, relying on his tenacious endurance, he finally managed to stuff his soul into the warm body.

After someone else's soul enters the body, it can only control the body's actions, but the heart will not beat and the blood will not flow. They will gradually solidify in the body, causing the movements to become stiff. In order to avoid being like a puppet, Zhang Hao could only draw a spell temporarily, chew it twice and swallow it.

This spell can give the body an illusion of being alive and restore its softness.

However, this effect does not last long, only three days at most.

If he hasn't solved the problem after three days, then everything might be exposed.

Zhang Hao controlled Wen Zi's body and slowly walked out of the room.

Wen Ya, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up subconsciously when she saw this scene. Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Hao, and tears seemed to be flashing in her eyes.

From the moment I met Wen Ya until she mentioned Wen Xin's death just now, my eyes had never been wet.

However, when she saw the dead people "come back to life", she felt a dreamlike feeling in her heart, making her unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

"Xinxin..." Wen Ya called softly, took a step forward, stretched out her arm, as if wanting to touch Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao sighed. He knew that he couldn't let Wen Ya continue to indulge in this, otherwise something might happen. He said in a deep voice, "Wen Ya, I am Zhang Hao, not your Miss Wen Xin. You must understand this."

Hearing this, Wen Ya froze. She blinked twice, and her fragile emotions disappeared instantly. She took a step back and said with some guilt, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "It's okay. If I saw an important person reappear in front of me after death, I would also feel confused. You have to remember that Wen Xin is dead. What I have to do is to complete your commission."

Wen Ya nodded, turned around and handed Zhang Hao all the warm things: a cell phone, a handbag, an ID card, and a makeup bag. She said softly, "Let me put some makeup on you. You look too pale, it will give you away."

Zhang Hao was not good at this kind of thing, so he could only let Wen Ya help him. He could feel that Wen Ya's hands were shaking slightly when she was putting makeup on him. Every movement revealed a strong reluctance and more cautiousness.

Zhang Hao knew that she might not have recovered from her shock yet, and still thought that the person in front of her was Wen Xin come back to life. After she saw the "Wen Xin" who was completely different from Wen Xin, she might gradually understand.

Half an hour later, Zhang Hao's face looked much better, no longer pale. His body gradually became soft again, but it was cold, which was something he could not change. He could only put on thick clothes and lace gloves to avoid scaring others if he accidentally touched them.

After packing up, Zhang Qilin pulled two suitcases behind him, while Wen Ya carefully escorted "Wen Xin" out of the hotel. When they appeared, everyone was stunned.

During these three days, almost everyone believed that Wen Xin was dead. They were waiting for the news of Wen Xin's death, not for her to walk out of the hotel alive. After Zhang Hao got in the car, everyone reacted and surrounded the car frantically, pressing the camera against the car window, hoping to capture more explosive news.

Wen Ya's car could no longer move because there were people everywhere. She had no choice but to call the hotel and ask them to send a team of security guards to help. The security guards reluctantly pulled some of the crowd away and let the car slowly drive out.

Zhang Qilin couldn't help but frown at this scene. "These people are too crazy." He couldn't help but say.

Zhang Hao sneered: "They came for news of death, not for the living."

Zhang Qilin looked at Zhang Hao strangely after hearing this, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back. "What do you want to say?" Zhang Hao asked.

"It's nothing. I'm just not used to hearing you speak in a woman's voice." Zhang Qilin replied.

Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly. Not only him, but even he himself was not used to this awkward feeling.

"Wen Ya, I can only last about three days. I can't last any longer." Zhang Hao said in a deep voice. "Only three days?" Wen Ya muttered to herself, "Then I have to hurry up."

"What do you mean by hurry up?" Zhang Hao asked puzzledly.

"...Birthday party. It was originally scheduled for five days later, but it can be moved up a little." Wen Ya explained.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but laugh: "Can this be brought forward?"

"After all, after what happened this time, it is completely understandable if we want to use this to clarify the rumors." Wen Ya said. After saying this, she no longer answered any questions from Zhang Hao.

This seemed to be her way of briefly distinguishing Wen Xin from Zhang Hao, although she still couldn't help but look at Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao was cautious and typed a message on his phone for Zhang Qilin to see: "Please keep an eye on Wen Ya for me. I always feel that she has some secrets. She can't be completely unaware of the cause of Wen Xin's death. She said before that she saw Wen Xin die in front of her, but later she changed her words and said she didn't know."

Zhang Qilin was a man who could keep secrets. He nodded imperceptibly, and then began to observe Wen Ya quietly. Zhang Hao could see that wisps of white smoke were always covering Wen Ya's body. That kind of thing should be the fragments of the soul.

But whose soul fragments were they? And whose soul could be broken to that extent? Zhang Hao was full of doubts.

After driving for most of the day, they finally arrived at the Wen family. The Wen family was considered a wealthy family in the local area and had been engaged in business activities for many years. The family was originally thriving, but more than a decade ago, the young master and the young mistress, that is, Wen Xin's parents, died in a car accident. Within two years, a fire killed many people who had separated from the family, leaving only Wen Xin as the only one left. The two old people were greatly shocked by this, and their mental state became not very good.

After hearing these things, Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel deeply moved. He could understand why Wen Ya wanted to let "Wen Xin" survive this birthday party. If not, perhaps the two old people would not be able to hold on.

"What a miserable life." Zhang Hao couldn't help but comment.

"Who do you think has a harder life? Are the dead people miserable, or the living people miserable?" Wen Ya asked in a low voice in front of the Wen family villa, before opening the car door.

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "I think the soul that cannot be liberated is the most painful."

Wen Ya smiled softly when she heard this, and didn't say anything more. She opened the car door for Zhang Hao and said with a smile: "Miss, you have worked hard, welcome home."

The two elderly people were very excited when they heard the news that Wen Xin had returned home. Zhang Hao was shocked when he saw them. They were both breathing oxygen through their noses, one was in a wheelchair, and the other was lying on a nursing bed. It seemed that only their hands could move.

However, it was precisely because of this that Zhang Hao felt that these two old men were particularly great. Suddenly, he smelled an unusual breath! The breath was like death and evil, sometimes thick and sometimes imperceptible.

It was strange, how could the Wen family's villa have such an evil spirit? There were only two elderly people and a group of caregivers living here. Could there be something else hidden here?
The two old people could no longer say much, but seeing Wen Ya and "Wen Xin" return safely, their cloudy eyes were still filled with tears. If the nurse hadn't reminded the old people that it was time to go down and rest, they would have stayed here for a long time.

Before Grandpa was pushed away, he pulled Wen Ya's hand and said in a trembling voice: "It's good that you... are back..."

Wen Ya smiled slightly and said softly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the young lady." However, Zhang Hao seemed to see some hidden secret in the old man's eyes before he left.

In that seemingly calm moment, Zhang Hao sensed a hint of joy that was deliberately hidden. This emotion, in this situation, is actually very natural. However, why would someone bother to hide it? This makes people wonder.

At the same time, the evil spirit that appeared and disappeared from time to time always followed him like a shadow, which forced Zhang Hao to be alert. He thought to himself that it seemed that it was time to investigate further.

Under Wen Ya's guidance, Zhang Hao walked into the room where Wen Xin once lived. The decoration in the room was full of girlishness, and every detail revealed that this was a space for a young girl who loved life.

"What do you think about Wen Xin's death?" Zhang Hao asked softly, trying to get some clues from Wen Ya.

Wen Ya shook her head, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "No, everything happened too suddenly. When I walked into the room, I only saw her fall, her eyes met mine, and then she slowly closed her eyes... After that, I immediately went to find you."

Zhang Hao frowned. He felt that there was an inexplicable evil spirit and death in the house. He speculated that this might be related to the two elderly people in the family, but more likely it was the Feng Shui problem here. The whole family seemed to be shrouded in a layer of death. He even suspected that this family was under some vicious curse.

Recalling the passing of Wen Xin's parents, the successive deaths of those relatives, and Wen Xin's own misfortune, now there are only two frail elderly people left, and their lives are like candles in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Such a tragic scene of annihilation of an entire family was rare to Zhang Hao. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart what kind of curse could cause such a huge family to end up like this?

"The Wen family does have many enemies, and they are hereditary enemies." Wen Ya's voice interrupted Zhang Hao's thoughts. "I can't go into the specific reasons, but if it was really a curse cast by someone from another family, then the range of suspects is too wide."

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment, then said, "It's not that there is no way. If you can give me an item that Wen Xin carried with her for the longest time, I might be able to track down the source of the evil spirit."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ya lowered her head and thought for a moment, then reached behind her neck, gently took off a necklace and handed it to Zhang Hao.

"It's this necklace." Her voice trembled a little.

Zhang Hao took the necklace and saw that it was tattered, like a pendant worn by a child many years ago. The plastic crystal had lost its former luster and was scratched and mottled.

However, the chain seemed to have been replaced and was relatively well preserved. This thing obviously had a special meaning to Wen Xin.

"We bought this together when we were little." Wen Ya explained, "She wore it for many years, and I only took it off and wore it on myself after she... left. Will this affect your tracking?"

"No." Zhang Hao shook his head. The moment he took the necklace, a wisp of white smoke suddenly floated out from Wen Ya's arm, attached to the necklace, and then penetrated into the crystal.

Zhang Hao glanced at Wen Ya and found that she didn't seem to have any abnormal reaction.

So, he quietly put the necklace on his neck without making any noise. (End of this chapter)