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"But those people from the Zhang family died in the same place at the same time, and their souls disappeared."

"The soul is gone?" Zhang Hao asked in surprise.

"Yes." Yan Jun nodded, "I think you also discovered it at the scene. There is no soul, nothing. Their souls seem to be taken to another place at the moment their lives end."

In other words, Zhang Tiantian's magic circle is a tool to help the real murderer behind the scenes collect souls.

"Even the underworld hasn't found those souls?" Zhang Hao asked.

Lord Yan sighed, "In fact, this is not the first similar incident that has happened recently. Similar things have happened in other places, and souls have disappeared without a trace. The underworld has made a lot of efforts to search for them, but to no avail."

Even Lord Yan can't do anything about it... This matter is probably really serious. Zhang Hao took a deep breath and asked, "What should we do next?"

Yan Jun hesitated for a moment and said, "No big deal. I will have people continue to investigate this matter. Even I can't find those souls, which means that the real culprit behind the scenes is not in this world now."

"Not in this world? How is that possible?" Zhang Hao retorted subconsciously. But when he saw Yan Jun's serious expression, he suddenly realized that he was not joking.

"The murderer is not in this world?" Zhang Hao muttered to himself, "What does this sentence mean?"

Lord Yan looked at him and said slowly, "Do you still remember the incident with Han Umbrella? He traveled back seven hundred years and gave you your current business card."

Zhang Hao nodded: "I have always wondered how that was done..."

"What if someone can open the door of time and space?" Yan Jun's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhang Hao's heart hard, making him tremble with fear.

"You...you mean, those souls are...no way?" Zhang Hao's voice trembled a little.

Lord Yan said in a deep voice: "If we allow that person to continue to grow stronger, he will eventually break through the limitations of time and space. By that time, we will really be powerless to save the situation!"

Even Lord Yan said such a thing! Zhang Hao took a step back, scratched his head, and remained silent.

Yan Jun looked at the silent Zhang Hao and asked again: "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly: "What can I do? I am just a mortal, my words are not important. I don't have any decision-making power in the underworld, so naturally I will do whatever the Lord of Hell tells me to do."

Yan Jun stared at Zhang Hao's face for a long time, and suddenly laughed. He patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder and said, "Are you angry?"

Zhang Hao immediately retorted, "I dare not." But his tone seemed a little stiff, "I think I have nothing to hide from you, but what about you? When something happened, you just said a few unclear words and asked me to do it according to your orders. I will do what you say, so you don't need to ask me what I think."

Since the underworld wants an obedient puppet, then he will do as he is told. As for things like heart-to-heart talks, forget it.

Hearing this, Lord Yan laughed even more happily: "It's really hard to bear to see a grown man get upset."

Zhang Hao frowned: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Yan Jun smiled and said, "Don't worry about what I said. I have already given you my sincerity. If I didn't trust you, how could I give you the umbrella?"

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment: "Did you know that Han San would be used by the person behind the scenes, so you deliberately left him behind?"

Yan Jun nodded: "This is a warning from the other party, and also a clue they gave us. They have been avoiding us, but they reveal some flaws from time to time. At that time, I didn't know what they wanted to do. I was afraid that you would think too much and lose your composure if I told you rashly. So I let you check it out for fun first, and now I can tell you everything."

Yan Jun patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder, his eyes more serious than ever before: "Zhang Hao, I trust you. I know you are different from other Yinchai. You are flesh and blood, a living person. Moreover, you are a very good person."

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly: "Are you planning to use morality to kidnap me?"

Yan Jun smiled and said, "No need to kidnap. You are angry because I did not allow you to fully participate in this matter. Now I give you this right. I will tell you the first time I have any news in the future. If the murderer behind the scenes really succeeds, whether it is the underworld or the human world, or even the gods in heaven, they will all suffer. At present, no matter how powerful we are, we cannot break the limit of time."

Zhang Hao is very clear about this. A long time ago, when technology began to develop rapidly, some people proposed the concept of "time machine". They have a very romantic idea, but until now, this dream has not been realized. Except for those ghosts and gods who can use magic spells against the sky, ordinary people can't even surpass the speed of light.

If that person really lives in a four-dimensional space and can freely manipulate time, then what are they? Can they just be fish on the chopping block?

Zhang Hao had a vague premonition in his heart, a feeling that was hard to describe but extremely strong. He always felt that the man would not choose to destroy the world, but would rather treat the world as a caged creature, toying with it at will. Zhang Hao vowed in his heart that he would never let him succeed.

"What should I do?" There was a hint of confusion and determination in Zhang Hao's voice.

Yan Jun gave an answer almost instantly: "Han San, the key is Han San. He is the only person we know of who is directly related to this matter. Since they have handed this clue to us, we can't give up easily. We must find a way to restore Han San's memory!"

Zhang Hao frowned, having an ominous premonition in his heart: "They could obviously act secretly, but they chose to let us know... Could it be that the person's game has already begun?" Yan Jun did not answer directly, but patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder gently, then turned and left, leaving Zhang Hao alone in deep thought.

Zhang Hao sat down slowly, covering his face with his hands, and everything that had just happened reverberated in his mind. He had to admit that he had always lacked a sense of belonging to this world. He always felt like he was carrying the pressure of the system, completing one task after another, defeating one boss after another. If he could complete the last task, he might be able to get some kind of reward, such as returning to the world he once knew.

He had never told anyone about this idea. It was a secret in his heart. However, reality was so cruel. The world was about to be destroyed. Was the person who controlled the gate of time and space the final boss? Why did he suddenly appear? Why didn't the system give him any tasks? Could it be that this matter had nothing to do with him?
Even if the world collapses, does it have nothing to do with him? Zhang Hao asked himself repeatedly in his heart. He sat in Yan Jun's office for a long time before slowly standing up. The moment he stood up, he suddenly felt unusually heavy in his body, not the kind of heaviness that comes from being sick, but the exhaustion from the depths of his soul.

Is this responsibility unfounded? No, Zhang Hao rejected this idea in his heart. As Yan Jun said, he is a flesh-and-blood person. He himself is not sure whether he is a good person or not, but he will never stand idly by.

The so-called sense of belonging may just be a shackle he set for himself. Once he wakes up, everything will be solved. Zhang Hao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

When Wang Pangzi saw Zhang Hao back at the inn, he started talking about his experiences as if he had seen a savior. He said, "You don't know how long I have been interrogated by the police! You have to work with me this time. Don't let me do it alone! It's too embarrassing! Also, my salary has to go up! It has to go up! Do you hear me?"

Zhang Hao looked at Fatty Wang's exaggerated expression and movements, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that although Fatty Wang looked unruly at ordinary times, he could always give him strength at critical moments.

At this time, Hao Xie also came over and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Didn't you go to the underworld? What happened?"

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly. He really didn't know how to start talking about this matter, so he just lied: "Nothing, I've been busy lately, maybe I'm a little tired."

Hao Xie nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Fatty Wang patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder and said in a natural tone, "We know you have a lot on your mind, but you have to remember that we are on the same side with you. If you have something you can't handle, remember to tell us in time. If you have your own ideas, just do it. No matter what happens, we brothers will back you up!"

After saying that, Fatty Wang hummed a song and staggered back to his room like a colorful peacock. This person is always like this, making it difficult for people to see his true thoughts at a glance, but at critical moments, his words always fill people with strength.

Zhang Hao returned to his room and began to think about this matter seriously. He was originally just a person who worked in the ancient trade, opened a corpse-carrying inn, occasionally took orders, and lived a leisurely life. However, now, his responsibilities are getting heavier and heavier, and he can no longer sit back and do nothing.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Who?" Zhang Hao asked vigilantly.

"It's me, Han San." Han San's voice came from outside the door.

As soon as he heard Han Shan's name, Zhang Hao couldn't help but think of the words he heard in the underworld, and his head hurt. This person didn't remember anything, didn't know anything, and it was harder than climbing to the sky to dig out some information from him.

"Come in, and remember to close the door." Zhang Hao rubbed his temples, trying to keep himself awake.

Han Shan pushed the door open and knelt down in front of Zhang Hao as soon as they met. This action scared Zhang Hao: "What are you doing!"

Han Shan raised his head, his eyes full of helplessness and confusion: "Every time I see your solemn expression when you come back, I know that something big must have happened again. This big thing may be related to me, but I know you can't help me. I can't remember those things myself, so I won't ask you anymore. Don't worry."

Hearing Han Shan say this, Zhang Hao felt a wave of emotion in his heart. He knew that losing his memory was undoubtedly a huge pain for Han Shan. He didn't know where he came from, where he was going, or even who he was. This feeling of powerlessness is unbearable for anyone.

Han Shan hesitated for a long time before deciding to tell Zhang Hao what he was thinking: "I may have been used by someone, but I don't know who used me. If you really want to know about me, you might as well check the place where I first appeared."

This was the first time that Han San took the initiative to provide this information. Zhang Hao was excited: "Where did you say it was?"

"In Yangzhou. When I woke up, I saw the name of a train station, and it showed Yangzhou Station." There was a hint of uncertainty in Han Shan's voice.

Since this is Han Shan's first memory, it is very likely that relevant clues can be found there. Zhang Hao has already made up his mind: "Then let's set off for Yangzhou immediately. If there are really clues there, I will bring them back this time no matter what."

"Do you need to bring other people with you?" Han San asked.

Zhang Hao shook his head: "No, I can take you there myself. I don't want them to know about this for the time being."

"Okay." Han San replied concisely.

Han Shan returned to the room, changed his clothes, and then quietly followed Zhang Hao out. When he left, he couldn't help but look back, and saw Fatty Wang standing by the window sill on the second floor of the inn, staring at the direction they left with a serious face. However, when his eyes met Han Shan, Fatty Wang smiled lightly and returned to his casual look.

This seemed to be Wang Pangzi's mask, but also seemed to be a disguise. Zhang Hao sighed inwardly, and then took the umbrella and embarked on the journey to Yangzhou.

"Fatty Wang found out we left." Han Shan said softly.

Zhang Hao nodded: "They all know it, but if I don't tell them, they won't ask. Let's go."

"Sometimes I really feel that you two have such a tacit understanding, so tacit that it seems like no one can get close to you anymore." Han San said with emotion.

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "I know what you mean. But you can definitely feel a sense of belonging in this inn. To be honest, I thought the same thing when I first met the trio. Those three have been through life and death together for so many years, it's not like just anyone can fit in after playing with them for two days. I also followed them through life and death many times before we became a little closer. And think about it, do you feel completely different now than when you first came to this inn?"

After Zhang Hao said this, Han Shan thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true. (End of this chapter)