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

Hao Xie looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes. When he saw Zhang Hao, he was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "I have finished the work for the past few days. I have to take a day off to catch up on my sleep. You can take over from now on."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After Hao Xie went upstairs, the woman came down.

This was the first time Zhang Hao talked to her while she was awake.

"What's your name?"

"Like the wind."

"Last name?"

"I don't have a last name. Rufeng is my code name."

It seems that Haoxie and the others have taught Rufeng how to communicate normally. Zhang Hao can barely understand the way she speaks now, so he believes that she can also understand what he says.

"what is your job?"

"assassin."

"assassin?"

"Yes, an assassin from Wei Capital. During an assassination attempt, I fell into the water and found myself here when I woke up."

It seems that she knows nothing about what happened after she fell into the water. The time travel probably happened after she fell into the water.

"Where were you injured? Do you remember?"

"Here, here, and here..."

Rufeng pointed to her arm, then to her abdomen, but when she pointed to her thigh, she hesitated for a moment.

Zhang Hao took the initiative to say: "You yourself are not sure what the situation is, right? You don't remember when you were injured?"

“Maybe…maybe he got scratched after falling into the water.”

"No, your wound looks like it was torn apart by someone's own hands, but there are no handprints around the wound... I have been wondering what kind of situation could cause such damage. Now it seems that it is very likely that you were sent into the space-time gate and your body was torn apart by some special force."

This is currently the most likely explanation.

Rufeng pondered for a while and asked, "Can I still go back?"

Zhang Hao couldn't answer.

He himself didn't know if he could go back.

If he could go back, Han Shan would probably want to go back too, right?

But Han Shan has lost his memory and doesn't even know which era he came from.

But Rufeng remembered, even the scene before his death.

"How did you get here?"

"I do not know."

"Did you come here by yourself? Think about it carefully."

Rufeng thought about it carefully and shook his head.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Zhang Hao bit his fingernails, he was really at a loss now.

How can I continue when I don’t know anything?

If someone deliberately dumped her at her door, it would mean that she was being targeted. Was this a show of force? Or a trick to divert attention?

"Forget it, you should stay here for the time being. You don't have any skills, so just sweep the floor first."

"Besides sweeping the floor, I can also kill people." Rufeng snatched a pen from Zhang Hao's hand and threw it out with force!
boom!
After a sound, Zhang Hao looked back and saw that the pen was stuck straight at the door!

That was a solid wooden door panel! The fragile plastic pen could be inserted into it without breaking, which shows her superb control of strength and skills.

"I don't need to kill people here. If you really want to do something, just follow me and learn how to drive corpses. This is a corpse-driving inn, and sometimes we don't have enough manpower."

"Can I... follow Hansan?"

"Okay, but can you tell me why?"

"His smell made me feel comfortable and not scared."

After all, they were all transported here by the gate of time and space, so they were considered "the same kind". She felt more comfortable with Han Shan, so she could follow her heart.

"Okay, go find him. Let him teach you the details."

Rufeng went upstairs with a smile. When she smiled, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that she was just a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, but she had become a killer... In that era, it was really not easy to survive.

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, Han Shan ran downstairs, with his hands on Zhang Hao's desk, his lips tightly pursed, looking very unhappy.

"why?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Hao looked puzzled and asked, "Why?"

"Why should I let her follow me?"

"She said she would feel more comfortable following you. You two are the same kind of people. You should feel the same way, right?"

Hansan did not refute, it was indeed true.

He did feel at ease when he was with Rufeng, as if he had met someone of his kind in a foreign country.

But he knew in his heart that this kind of "peace of mind" might just be an illusion created for him by the murderer behind the scenes, and this kind of peace of mind is the most dangerous.

"I want to follow you."

"I didn't say you couldn't follow me."

"I don't want her."

Zhang Hao laughed for some reason: "Are you feeling a sense of crisis? Are you afraid that you won't be able to handle it in the future? Don't worry, I'm not asking you to handle it alone. Even if I become the team leader, I will help you." "That's not what I meant, really not!"

Han Shan was about to speak, but Zhang Hao beat him to the punch.

"I know you're always worried that we'll abandon you one day, but you also feel like you've caused us a lot of trouble, right?"

"……Correct."

"I have to tell you, I have never thought about it this way. If you think so, you are really thinking too much. Go back."

Zhang Hao obviously didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long.

He was actually a little annoyed, feeling that Han Shan didn't trust him and kept asking him about this issue, asking him to confirm his feelings over and over again.

But he still had to explain, because Han Shan was usually so calm, and the emotions he could show must have been because he could no longer suppress them in his heart.

The next day, it started raining again, and it was quite heavy.

When Zhang Mengyao arrived, she was already soaked like a drowned rat.

Because Rufeng had some minor wounds on her body, she couldn't handle them herself, so she had to ask Zhang Mengyao for help.

"I'm so sorry, it's raining so hard and you're wet." Hao Xie handed Zhang Mengyao a towel and said.

"It's okay, I'm happy to be able to help you!"

In fact, Zhang Mengyao has already realized that this girl’s identity is not simple.

She knew that she couldn't see ghosts, and that she was able to see Wang Yang again last time thanks to Zhang Hao. This girl obviously did not belong to this era and was obviously not a ghost, otherwise she would not have been able to see her.

But if she is not a ghost, where did she come from?

Zhang Mengyao didn't dare to think deeply or ask too many questions. She just wanted to be with Wang Yang forever. Even if she couldn't see him, she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. This was enough and nothing else mattered.

After treating the wound, Zhang Mengyao asked Rufeng carefully: "I remember your name is Rufeng, right? The last time I came here, I heard Brother Haoxie call you that." "Well, hello, Miss Zhang."

Hearing Rufeng's address, Zhang Mengyao couldn't help but laugh: "Hearing you call me that, I feel like a great hero from ancient times!"

Rufeng understood that the "ancient times" they were talking about were her Wei capital.

She thought about it and said seriously, "No, the knights over there are very dangerous and it's easy to die. Don't be a knight, and don't be an assassin. Just be a farmer who doesn't have to worry about food and clothing."

Zhang Mengyao lives in a peaceful era and cannot understand Rufeng's advice.

After going through so much, Zhang Mengyao has nothing to lose, so she looks more open-minded than Feng.

She patted Rufeng on the shoulder and said, "No matter what the place you lived in before was like, at least it's safe here. Don't worry, just stay here with peace of mind. Sometimes I really envy you..."

When she returned downstairs, she saw Hao Xie using a hair dryer to dry her coat.

She quickly walked over and said, "Stop blowing, it's too troublesome!"

"You didn't bring a change of clothes, did you? How are you going to wear them if you don't blow them dry?"

"I'll get wet anyway when I get home." Zhang Mengyao looked at the heavy rain outside and said, "There's really no need to blow it."

"Stay here today. It's raining so hard. If we let you go back like this, we will be heartless."

"Ah?" Zhang Mengyao was surprised: "Can I live here? Isn't this... the Corpse Driving Inn?"

She was not afraid of the strong negative energy here. After all, she was a person who didn't care about life and death. What she was afraid of was that she would cause trouble to others.

She vaguely felt that Zhang Hao seemed to care a lot about her father's death, but she really didn't know what other information she could provide. That was all she knew.

Any help she can provide is helpful. How could she dare to expect the other party to worry about her?
"No problem. There are two types of guest rooms here. One is the coffin in the backyard, which is for corpses to stay in. The other is a normal guest room, which is for corpse drivers or guests who come to place commissions. There is no dirt, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about that... In that case, thank you, Brother Haoxie!"

"You've talked to Rufeng so much that your speech now sounds like an ancient one?"

Hao Xie asked her with a smile.

He was referring to the "thank you" just now.

Zhang Mengyao finally reacted and smiled embarrassedly.

"Really? I didn't even notice."

"Come upstairs, I'll bring it up to you after you've dried it. There's a bathrobe in the room, take a bath."

"it is good."

When she went upstairs, she heard Hao Xie ask from behind: "You always stare into our eyes thoughtfully, can I ask what you are thinking about?"

"I was thinking... it's great that you can see ghosts. Even if the person you care about dies, you can still see him or her for the last time."

Zhang Mengyao covered her tattoo and thought silently: The person I love most is right beside me, but I can no longer see him or her. How can I not be envious?
"You're wrong, that's never a good thing."

"Hmm? Why do you say that?"

"Because here, Zhang Hao is the only one who can see ghosts. We have only gained this ability temporarily with his permission. Normally, we are just like you and cannot see ghosts at all."

"How could this happen..." Zhang Mengyao involuntarily walked down a few more steps and asked, "Isn't that very inconvenient? Doesn't your job involve dealing with these things often?"

"Yes, but Zhang Hao always takes the trouble to give us this ability at certain times. Usually, he handles these things by himself. Do you think he does this to guard against us, or because he is afraid that we will set up our own business after having this ability?"

Zhang Mengyao shook her head.

If it were someone else, she might think so.

But that person was Zhang Hao. She had never met such a person before, so kind...but he always disguised himself and pretended to be an emotionless person.

"He did this to protect our perception as humans. If you can see ghosts, sooner or later you will become a ghost, a living dead... You still have a long life to live, enjoy it, after you die, everything is over."

Hao Xie shouldn't have said so much, but seeing how much this poor girl Zhang Mengyao had gone through, he was afraid that she would go astray, so he could only give her a few more words of advice.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Brother Haoxie."

"Go up and rest. We'll leave tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs."

Zhang Mengyao turned around and subconsciously touched her tattoo, as if she wanted to feel something there, but as usual, she felt nothing and she put her hand down in disappointment.

After going upstairs, she walked into the room, which was furnished like an ordinary small hotel. She went to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, and hugged her body with her hands.

She was feeling…feeling the feeling of her boyfriend hugging her.

Before, that embrace was warm, but now, she felt nothing.

The embrace was cold, but that was her own temperature. In this world, no one else could give her the warmth that Wang Yang did.

She looked at herself in the mirror and said self-deprecatingly, "I... really want to see you again, but this wish may be like my life, a tragedy, a joke, right? You... why don't you want to tell me the truth until you die? There are really too many regrets between us..."

If there is a chance to make up for it, Zhang Mengyao is willing to give everything.

The next day, Zhang Mengyao returned to school early.

Hao Xie looked at her back and said to Zhang Hao, "Do you want her to come and work with us?"

"Huh? Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?"

"This little girl is willing to help now only because you helped her. If someone helps her more in the future, she might turn to help others."

"No way?"

"I think it's possible. This matter is too dangerous, you should think about it carefully. Either leave her with us and watch over her, or give her what she wants most and let her follow you wholeheartedly."

"What do you want most?"

What Zhang Mengyao wants most now is Wang Yang.

If she had the Yin-Yang Eyes, she would never be able to go back. Human desires are endless. Maybe she just wanted to see him now, and next time she wanted to touch him, and next time she wanted to revive him... Zhang Hao couldn't do these things.

If someone can use such means to persuade Zhang Mengyao to rebel, it means that Zhang Mengyao is not worth Zhang Hao's help anymore.

-

After getting off the car, Zhang Mengyao looked up and frowned.

Why is it so deserted?

The school gate is usually bustling, but today there is no one there. What’s going on?

A gust of wind blew by, and Zhang Mengyao subconsciously closed her eyes and covered the tattoo on her arm with one hand, fearing that Wang Yang would be blown by the wind.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a person standing in the distance.

That should be a person, right?

The man was wearing a red cloak, and he was hunched over like an old man. He was very short, and his cloak dragged on the ground.

This cloak...why does she feel it looks familiar?

But she couldn't remember where she had seen it before...

Just as she was thinking hard, the man suddenly waved his hand.

Zhang Mengyao felt a stinging pain in her eyes and she heard a voice.

"Yaoyao, are you okay?!"

Zhang Mengyao was stunned, lowered her head, widened her eyes, and did not dare to look up.

She was so familiar with this voice... It was Wang Yang! It was Wang Yang's voice!
After such a long time, she heard Wang Yang's voice again, and her body was shaking. (End of this chapter)