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

"The fat guy is dreaming about his martial arts dream again!" Hao Xie rolled his eyes helplessly, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

When Fatty Wang saw Han Shan, his eyes lit up, and he ran over to hold him and said, "Little Shan Shan, I tell you, under normal circumstances we should be atheists, but you have seen what we have been through recently... I have long forgotten all that. But before that, Fatty had a dream of being a martial artist. Since I was a child, I felt that I should fly over eaves and walls and be a chivalrous hero!"

Han Shan said seriously: "Fat brother, you already have the demeanor of a chivalrous hero."

Indeed, Fatty Wang is very righteous, and Han Shan knows this very well. Among these people, Zhang Hao has the strongest willpower, Hao Xie is the calmest, and Xiao Ge has the best skills, while Fatty Wang, who is a little mediocre in all aspects, is the most loyal and righteous.

If only one of the two people can survive, he will let the other live, and then die bravely with a big laugh, which is truly the spirit of a hero.

"Tell me, how did those heroes deal with their inner demons?"

Han San suddenly mentioned this word, was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively.

"Heart demon?"

"Yes, if the heroes are not careful during their training, they will go astray. Some people suffer physical damage, while others are trapped by inner demons and become crazy."

Han Shan sat down, not looking at the fat man, and muttered to himself: "What... is the inner demon?"

"Last time, we all saw that in the barrier, the immortal planned to kill Hao Xie to make Zhang Hao possessed, but he didn't fall for it. I think that if you are afraid of something in your heart and afraid that thing will come true, and you are obsessed with it, it may be an inner demon. Of course, this inner demon may also be a beautiful girl, hahahaha!"

The fat man was reading a book by himself, while Han San sat beside him, staring blankly in thought.

Hao Xie looked up from his work, glanced at the fat man, and then looked at Han Shan.

He stood up, walked to Han Shan and said, "What's wrong with you? You don't look very well. Did you not sleep well?"

Han Shan was shocked and surprised at Hao Xie's observation skills.

"No, maybe I'm too tired recently."

"Your physique is special, different from ours...Apart from sleeping, do you have any other ways to rest?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be so tired. Now I don't even know how to rest."

Han Shan's mind was blank, and all his memories started from when he met Zhang Hao.

Even during the days when he was catching evil spirits for the underworld, he was in a daze and didn't even feel like he was alive.

"Okay, don't think too much. If you feel tired, go talk to Zhang Hao, but he's not here today."

Hansan stood up suddenly and asked, "Where did he go?"

"He went to the underworld. He left early in the morning and looked very worried. Why are you all like this?"

Hao Xie muttered as he returned to his workstation and continued to work.

Where Hao Xie and Fatty Wang couldn't see, Han Shan clenched his fists tightly.

The underworld?

-

"You mean, the other party is likely trying to prolong his life?"

"Yes, based on my current investigation progress and comprehensive considerations, this is indeed the case."

Zhang Hao stood in front of Yan Jun's chair, lowered his head and expressed his guess.

Lord Yan touched his forehead with some doubt and said, "But if you want to extend someone's life, wouldn't it be better to just cross out their life from the book of life and death?

Although borrowing life span is now banned, anyone with a little experience knows what to do. There is no need for the other party to go through so much trouble. "

This is true.

Zhang Hao had thought about this possibility, but so many people had died before. If it was just for longevity, they would have lived for many more years. Why would they continue to absorb essence?
After thinking about it for a night, he came up with a possibility.

"Do you think it's possible that the character who needs to be resurrected doesn't just need lifespan? He may also need to restore his spiritual power. Throughout the ages, countless evil gods have been beaten to death. If they want to be resurrected, they need a stronger power. Could our opponent this time be one of them?"

"It seems that the other party wants to travel through time and space. I think their purpose may not be as simple as resurrection..."

Lord Yan was also confused.

He has been in this position for many years and has witnessed countless ups and downs, but he has never thought about what the real purpose behind so many ambitions is when they converge on the same thing.

"Let's take a look at the Book of Life and Death first."

Lord Yama ordered his men to fetch the Book of Life and Death.

The life and death books of the people involved in this incident were in a mess, and even the King of Hell himself was confused.

"Han San has been acting a little weird lately. I'm really worried that he might do something stupid. I have to solve this problem quickly."

Hearing this, Lord Yan suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"You really do love him."

"He's my partner."

"I know you want to tell me not to sow discord, but when I gave Hansan to you, I told you to treat him as a subject of investigation, not a friend... Now that you are so deeply involved with him, what are you going to do if he really does something stupid?"

Zhang Hao said solemnly: "If that's the case, I will kill him myself. It's my fault for not teaching him well. If it really comes to that, I will bring his head to apologize to you, and then I will die to apologize."

Zhang Hao never speaks empty words, especially at such serious times, his words are so powerful that it is hard not to be convinced.

Even King Yan, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, had to shake his head helplessly.

"You, you, really... I don't know how to say hello to you. Humans are too sentimental, and that's why life is so tiring."

"It's because ghosts and gods are too emotionless that they live like zombies. Lord Yan, how long has it been since you laughed sincerely?"

Lord Yan was stunned when he heard this.

laugh?
What is laughter?

Smile is an expression, an emotional manifestation of deterrence or affinity in a specific situation.

But...what's hidden behind that smile?

It's been so long that he can't remember anymore.

"Aren't you tired of wearing the same mask every day?"

"Okay, okay, don't question me. I'm your boss."

Lord Yan seemed somewhat helpless, but more majestic.

He was warning Zhang Hao not to trespass into his private territory.

Zhang Hao was a sensible man. Realizing that he had said too much, he stopped asking questions and lowered his head, quietly waiting for the next instruction from Lord Yan.

"Next, continue investigating. No matter how many crystal balls there are, we must do our best to find them and take them back one by one! We can't wait for the other party to tease us, we have to take the initiative, do you understand?"

"clear."

There is no distinction between day and night in the underworld.

It may be a sunny day here one second, and it may turn into a stormy night the next. On the high-rise buildings, countless ghosts regard this place as their home and their own world. In the day-to-day work, they gradually lose themselves and forget that they were once human. It seems that they were born as ghosts, and those days in the human world will soon become an illusory dream, and they can't remember anything.

This is what is meant by “people and ghosts have different paths”.

The moral values ​​of each world are different. Yan Jun is indeed an enlightened boss sometimes, but looking at the world he created, you can see that they may not be on the same page.

Yan Jun in the office gently stroked his face. The soft and smooth skin and realistic touch made him look like flesh and blood. Why could Zhang Hao still tell that this was a mask?
Yan Jun turned around, fumbled behind his ears, and finally tore off his face!

What was torn off seemed to be a human skin mask. No one knew what the real Lord of Hell looked like, and no one had ever seen it.

-

"Ma'am, the gentleman seems to be getting better. Would you like to go and see him?"

The lady knew that the person in the bed would not wake up until everything was done, but she still walked into the ward with a glimmer of hope.

The person on the bed was still the same, but his face seemed to be rosier than the last time I came.

She didn't dare to come here often, because every time she came, she didn't want to leave. She looked at the person on the bed, her heart broke, she wanted to escape but couldn't.

She wanted to come but couldn't, and wanted to leave but couldn't. Such a tangled mind tortured her soul day after day, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

The lady reached out her hand, stroked the other person's face as if it were a treasure, and smiled gently.

"Hurry up and open your eyes and look at me. I have become the person you like... You will be very surprised when you wake up."

The person on the bed didn't respond at all, like a puppet, except that he was still breathing weakly.

The lady was disappointed when she didn't get a response. She was used to this kind of disappointment, but it still hurt her heart.

She stood up suddenly, turned around and slapped the bodyguard behind her hard!

"Who told you to report it without permission? How has he improved? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

After being slapped, the bodyguard immediately fell to his knees.

"Madam, please spare my life! I know I was wrong! I am also looking forward to you waking up soon, and I am even willing to exchange my life for yours! I saw that your complexion has improved, and I thought... please forgive me, Madam!"

Judging from the bodyguard's skilled tone of begging for mercy, this was obviously not the first time this had happened.

The lady snorted coldly and said, "If I didn't think you were still useful, I would have sacrificed you long ago!"

"Yes! It is my honor to be sacrificed, but I am afraid that the newcomer will not suit your taste. Please let me continue to serve you!"

"Get up."

The lady rubbed her temples and sighed deeply.

"Why is it always so difficult for my wishes to come true?"

"Ma'am, it will be soon, don't worry."

The lady closed her eyes for a long time before she reluctantly said, "I hope so."

-

It rained all night, and when I woke up in the morning, the air was filled with wet fog.

Zhang Hao pinched his nose and went downstairs, feeling as if he had caught a cold. He had always been strong and healthy, and if he hadn't been so tired recently, he wouldn't have caught a cold easily.

As soon as the door of the inn was opened, a red figure fell down and landed right on Zhang Hao's feet.

Zhang Hao subconsciously took a step back, and the figure fell into the puddle in front of the door.

——It was a woman, with wounds all over her body, especially on her thigh, which was the most serious.

She was wearing a red dress that looked like it was made hundreds of years ago. Where did she come from? Was she a cosplayer?
"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Hao turned around and saw Hao Xie walking towards him rubbing his eyes. He was stunned for a moment after seeing the person lying on the ground, and then his eyes became sharp.

"Who is this?"

"I don't know. I just got here and she fell down as soon as I opened the door."

"Let's carry the person in first, so as not to affect the business."

Hao Xie and Zhang Hao worked together to carry the person into the inn and sent him to the guest room.

The woman was seriously injured, and the inn was full of grown men, so it was not easy to just lift her clothes to check her injuries.

After some hesitation, Zhang Hao called Zhang Mengyao.

After the last incident, Zhang Mengyao was very grateful to Zhang Hao. Although the distance was not close, she still took a taxi and came here immediately.

Now, in Zhang Mengyao's heart, the boundary between life and death has become blurred. She always remembers that she carries Wang Yang's soul in her body. She is afraid of the unknown, but also cherishes the current situation.

"Brother Han, what do you need me to do?"

"There's a woman injured inside. Go in and help take care of her. Here's the medical kit."

"it is good."

Zhang Mengyao was carrying the box and preparing to go in, and Zhang Hao gave her a few more instructions.

"We don't know the identity of that woman. If there is any danger, you come out immediately, understand?"

"it is good."

Several minutes after Zhang Mengyao went in, she suddenly let out a short, sharp scream, but the sound soon died down, as if it was muffled by something.

Zhang Hao immediately realized that something might have happened and knocked on the door.

"Mengyao, how are you? Are you okay?"

"……fine."

In the room, Zhang Mengyao was pressed on the bed by a woman covered in blood, with a dagger on her neck. The dagger cut her skin and blood oozed out instantly.

She had to answer like this because the look in the woman's eyes was so threatening.

"Come out first, and let's talk."

"I...I haven't treated her wound yet."

There was silence outside, no sound.

The woman on his body seemed to be relieved and slowly lowered the dagger.

Right now!
--Snapped!

The window glass was suddenly smashed!

The woman became alert instantly and raised the dagger to threaten Zhang Mengyao again, but Zhang Hao was faster.

He knew the layout of the room very well, so he picked up a quilt and threw it at the woman's hand!
The dagger fell to the ground. The woman wanted to pick it up, but Zhang Hao rushed over and held her down, unable to move.

"Go open the door!" Zhang Hao shouted to Zhang Mengyao.

"Oh...ohh!"

Zhang Mengyao ran over and opened the door, and the people waiting outside rushed into the house instantly.

Zhang Hao realized that the woman's clothes had been almost taken off by Zhang Mengyao, and quickly pulled the quilt over her body.

Fatty Wang saw this scene, whistled, and said jokingly: "Hey, Brother Han, you are playing a big game."

“Go to hell! Haoxie, hurry up and take care of the wound on her thigh. Zhang Mengyao can’t handle it, so we have to do it.”

"it is good."

Hao Xie did not hesitate and treated the wound quickly and neatly. (End of this chapter)