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

When he came to the inn, he was a newcomer who was curious and confused about everything, but now, he has regarded this place as his home.

"So, any relationship becomes intimate little by little. They have already regarded you as one of their members. So there is no need for you to feel so much pressure anymore. If you are really tired, you might as well try to rely on us. Although we are sometimes unruly, to some extent, we are also reliable people." There was a hint of warmth and encouragement in Zhang Hao's words.

After that, Zhang Hao took Hansan and got into the car, letting him sit next to him. The two chatted along the way, and before they knew it, they arrived in Yangzhou.

Yangzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, with a warm and pleasant climate. When the north is still shivering in the cold wind, the flowers in the south are already blooming. Zhang Hao came to Yangzhou Railway Station with an umbrella, where people come and go, and it is very lively. Every day, countless faces meet here briefly, and will never meet again in their lives.

After Han Shan got out of the car, he pointed to a flower bed and said, "That's where I woke up. But I don't know how I woke up. After wandering here in a daze for several days, I met a ghost king. The ghost king was targeting me directly. I had no choice but to kill him. Then people from the underworld came, and later I was locked up in a cell in the underworld. They said they could help me find the truth."

Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel sympathy when listening to Han Shan's narration. Han Shan's life experience was incredibly simple, but also full of ups and downs.

"Let's go and take a look." Zhang Hao said, and then he walked to the flower bed with his umbrella.

An old lady was sitting by the flower bed. When she saw two handsome young men approaching, she immediately became excited: "Young men, do you want to stay at the hotel? We have everything there!"

Zhang Hao smiled politely: "No, thank you." He knew what kind of business this auntie's family was in, but he had no intention of doing so. After politely refusing, he went around to the other side of the flower bed to continue checking. Han Shan followed him, and the two carefully observed every detail around the flower bed, hoping to find some useful clues.

But unexpectedly, the old lady had no idea how to read people's expressions. She rushed straight up and started to promote her specialty to Hansan, who looked relatively docile.

"Innocent schoolgirls, sexy teachers, all kinds of types! Whatever you want, I can find it for you! And our prices are not expensive!"

Zhang Hao couldn't help it any longer, so he rushed over and pulled the umbrella behind him.

"Auntie, we are not interested in this, understand?"

The old lady was stunned for a moment, and then she looked at Zhang Hao and Han San with a different look in her eyes.

Zhang Hao was too lazy to explain and let her misunderstand it however she wanted.

Han Shan had woken up a long time ago, so it was impossible for him to leave any traces here. Besides, people come and go here every day, so even if he did leave any traces, they would probably be gone by now.

Suddenly, something seemed to flash before Zhang Hao's eyes, right in the flower bed.

He walked over and parted the flowers, and found a yellow stone in the soil among the flowers.

The stone was translucent, with strange patterns inside. A swastika was engraved on the surface of the stone. However, Zhang Hao took a look and felt that it was awkward.

Han Shan walked over, turned the stone around, and put it back into Zhang Hao's hands.

"Isn't it more pleasing to the eye this way?"

It does look much better this way, but the meaning has completely changed.

"The swastika is a Buddhist symbol that represents good luck. Literally, it means an auspicious sign on the chest. In ancient my country, it was also called the auspicious sea cloud. There are two ways to write the swastika, one is left-handed and the other is right-handed. my country and neighboring countries in ancient times generally used right-handed signs, but this one is left-handed..."

Just like the clock turns clockwise, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the river flows from west to east, things that are originally normal, once this changes, the original meaning will become completely opposite.

What was originally a symbol for praying for good luck will become something that attracts evil.

Han San said hesitantly: "Maybe... this thing has nothing to do with me."

"Then how do you know it's upside down? You knew it was upside down the moment you saw it, which means it has a lot to do with you. Besides, there are so many people coming and going here, who would be so bored as to deliberately put a stone like this here in the train station?"

As Zhang Hao spoke, he held the stone in his palm, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the spiritual power in it.

The spiritual power flowing in this stone is very weak, but it is still there.

The evil spiritual energy flowed counterclockwise along the direction of the swastika, as if silently transforming all the good luck nearby into bad luck.

Suddenly, a young girl nearby shouted.

It turned out that the coffee was spilled on her white skirt, and the bouquet of flowers next to her was also knocked to the ground by her. The girl was stunned for a moment, and then squatted on the ground and started crying.

An aunt went up to comfort the girl and learned from her that she came to pick up her ex-boyfriend today and wanted to get back together with him. Now that she has become like this, she is too embarrassed to talk about getting back together. Then she just picked up her bag and left, leaving only coffee stains on the floor and a soiled bouquet.

A child nearby choked while eating fish, and his mother started crying anxiously.

Zhang Hao and Han Shan then realized that everything here seemed to be in chaos.

Too many people have met with misfortune here, and all the clues seem to point to the small stone in their hands.

Zhang Hao said to Han Shan, "Let's take this stone away. I guess this is the only clue related to you here."

After returning to the car, Zhang Hao handed the stone to Han Shan.

"Feel it carefully and see if there is any familiar smell in this thing?"

Han San held the stone in his hand, his expression looking somewhat heavy.

"It's just a stone, but it caused so many unfortunate things to happen at the same place. If you say this is just a coincidence, I don't believe it..."

"So what can we do? Can we really stop it?"

"If there really is a huge conspiracy behind this, can we fight against it? Or will we be like the person next to the flower bed, whose fate is played with willfully without any way to resist?"

Han San asked a series of questions, each of which seemed to hit the heart.

Zhang Hao sighed, put his hands behind his back, and after a long time he chuckled.

"I don't know... I don't know what we will face in the future, but what I can tell you is that you should never deny yourself because of this incident. In my opinion, you were not dangerous from the beginning. It is precisely because I know so many of your troubles that I decided to help you. And don't deliberately drag yourself into those big things. Like you said, maybe you are just an ant being used. But if you really can't swallow this, then cheer up and show those people how we will make them pay the price."

After saying that, Zhang Hao took out his cell phone and called Hao Xie.

As the think tank of the trio, Hao Xie has always been their commander. In addition, he has a lot of exposure to this aspect, so his family may know something.

Zhang Hao told Hao Xie everything that happened at the station entrance. After listening, the other party pondered for a few seconds, followed by the sound of footsteps, and finally the sound of flipping pages.

Hao Xie said as he flipped through the book, "I actually know this. We went to an ancient tomb before, and I saw this symbol inside. It is said that it can reverse fortune, but it does not bring good luck, but bad luck. After that royal family killed their enemy, they also sealed him in their own tomb and carved this symbol on the other party's coffin, meaning that all bad luck should go to that person instead of themselves. King Wu's method can actually be regarded as another way of bringing good luck. But this symbol needs something else as a medium."

In other words, the symbol in the tomb is actually like a spirit-calling flag.

"What will happen to the people who are entangled by this symbol?"

"Literally, what kind of luck could there be? Was this found at the place where Hansan woke up?"

Although he didn't say anything, the person on the other end of the phone already knew everything.

Zhang Hao did not hide it and admitted it directly.

"We just saw a lot of bad luck next to the flower bed where we found this thing. It seems that this thing will bring bad luck continuously."

"Why do I feel like this is a bit psychological?" "Why do you say that?"

Hao Xie buried his head in the book again, and spoke again after several minutes: "Usually this thing has a specific target. If it is engraved on a coffin, the person lying in the coffin will be unlucky; if it is engraved on an object, the person who uses the object will absorb the bad luck gathered on the object. You said that this thing was found in the flower bed, right? In theory, it should make all the flowers in the flower bed wither. If the flowers don't wither, but the people next to the flower bed are unlucky, then it means that this thing is not a container, but a magic weapon."

Zhang Hao was completely confused, so he simply turned on the speakerphone of his phone and put it aside, and listened while eating snacks in the car.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know the Bagua mirror? It's the kind that hangs on the door. Some people hang the mirror on the door with the mirror facing outwards, and the bad luck outside will be reflected away by the mirror. If you hang a sword at home, even if bad luck enters the house, it will be suppressed, but the bad luck will not actually disappear."

Although Hao Xie's metaphor was confusing, Zhang Hao understood it.

"You mean this stone doesn't store bad luck, but reflects it? It can reflect bad luck to the people around it?"

"Yes. Feel it carefully. Besides the remaining evil spirit, there should be other spiritual energy flowing in that thing, right? That may be a mechanism left by the caster to reflect bad luck and bring bad luck to people."

Zhang Hao had discovered this a long time ago.

But who on earth has the ability to make something like this?

If this thing is really related to the Han Umbrella, then isn't the Han Umbrella a tool of the person behind the scenes? Just like what was said on the phone just now, the relationship between the tomb owner and the enemy.

"Why don't you bring that thing back and I'll show it to my Third Uncle. He knows a lot of people, and someone might know the secret."

"No, just stay in the store. We'll probably be back soon."

Zhang Hao had a hunch that this was all he would be able to discover on this trip.

"Let's go look somewhere else. If we don't find anything, then—"

Before he could finish his words, a scream suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

Next came the conversation between Fatty Wang and Hao Xie. The phone was a bit far away, so I couldn’t hear it clearly, but I could tell that their tones were very anxious.

Then Fatty Wang picked up the phone.

"Come back soon, the situation is very abnormal, and I need you to make the decision."

After that, the phone was hung up. The person on the other end of the phone didn't say anything and just hung up.

Zhang Hao hates it when people keep him in suspense. He knew that the situation over there might be critical, so he hung up the phone in a hurry. But he was so far away now, he had no idea what was going on over there, and he couldn't fly back in two seconds, so he was just anxious.

"Han Umbrella..."

"I know. Let's go back first. If we can't find any other clues for the time being, we can only go back and think of another way. I'm not so anxious about my own affairs now. I'm more worried about whether the things you care about will really happen..."

Han Shan finished speaking and silently fastened his seat belt. Zhang Hao nodded, started the car and went back.

It took me more than three days to get here, but I only spent a day and a half on the way back because I was too worried about the situation there.

Zhang Hao knew that driving while fatigued was dangerous, but he could not care less. During this time, Han San wanted to help, but he was severely stopped by him because he did not have a driver's license.

Han Shan's identity is a mystery, his race is also a mystery, and it is not even known whether he is a ghost or a god. Although people living in this world can see him, he still does not have a legal identity and cannot live normally in the world.

When they returned to the inn, Zhang Hao was almost exhausted, but he still insisted on letting Han Shan go find the other people.

The other three were busy inside and didn't notice Zhang Hao coming back at all.

Originally, there were only occasional guests coming to the inn, but now there was suddenly a long queue.

Most of the people in the queue were in tears, and some even lost control of their emotions and started crying in the store.

When they saw Zhang Hao appear, the three were a little surprised, but they didn't say anything. They just pointed to the table next to them and motioned Zhang Hao to go over there to help.

After receiving the first guest and asking a few questions, they found out that something big had happened nearby!
Many people died suddenly, with no known cause. When their families wanted to bury their bodies, they found that the bodies had become strange.

No matter what means they used to take the body away, it would reappear at the place of death the next day.

Some people die suddenly at home. Imagine that the deceased family member appears at the place where they died every day, and no matter what you do, you can't send this person away. The family members don't know whether they are resentful or for other reasons, they cry every day, don't know what to do, and can't eat or sleep well.

This is undoubtedly a double blow to the family members' body and mind.

After receiving all the guests in the morning, Zhang Hao roughly estimated that more than 100 people came in the past two days. These more than 100 people came from within a radius of to kilometers, which means that on average, several families in a village suddenly encountered misfortunes. This is already a large proportion, and it is definitely not just an accident.

"How come you came back so soon?"

Hao Xie saw that Zhang Hao was almost unable to open his eyes, but was still reading the file, so he said, "Take a rest."

"I'm not in the mood to rest right now." Zhang Hao rubbed his face. "It seems to me that all the abnormalities are conveying some information to me."

Hao Xie didn’t know what Zhang Hao was panicking about these two days, but it was probably related to the previous incident.

He turned to look at Han Shan: "Have you found any clues about you?"

"No, I only found the stone."

"Give me the stone, and I'll have someone check it out."

Han Shan looked at the desktop and saw that the files were piled up like a mountain.

"Well, let's not do that. The store is so busy right now, I'd better not distract you."

Han San lowered his head, feeling full of guilt.

He didn't know when he began to have this human emotion, that is guilt.

"Since the store is busy, we should help with all our strength! We have too little information about this stone right now, so why not let someone special check it out while we deal with the current problem first."

In the dark room, a man was lying on the bed, connected to various medical devices. The ventilator next to him was making regular beeping sounds, and everything was trying to maintain the man's life.

On the table beside the bed stood a small black box, containing a crystal ball. The crystal ball emitted an unpredictable light, sometimes white, sometimes yellow, and sometimes red.

These colors seemed to be floating from somewhere else. Every time a ray of color floated in, the man's face on the bed would improve a lot, but after the light dissipated, the man's face returned to normal.

The door was pushed open, and the light from the corridor poured in, revealing that the corridor outside was very high-end. However, there was nothing in the room except a bed and medical equipment.

A woman in high heels walked to the bed, gently touched the man's forehead, her eyes full of pity.

"Soon... you will be alive soon, and these painful days will soon be over. No matter what the cost, I must... I must find an antidote for you." (End of this chapter)