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

Looking at the ghost messengers coming and going, each of them seemed to be out of strength, and Zhang Hao knew what was going on.

"Do you think King Yan can still support us? If not, are we really going to die here?" someone asked worriedly.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Another person interrupted with a sneer, "Isn't it? We feel exhausted every day and may faint at any time. Although everyone pretends to be fine, we all know in our hearts that we may really be doomed!"

As soon as these words came out, the other people who were traveling with him fell into grief. They were not only grieving for the fate of the underworld, but also for their own future fate.

Will I be able to live peacefully in the future? What will I experience? What will I suffer?
"Even if you say it again, what can we do? There's nothing we can do... We have been dead for many years. We don't want to forget everything and reincarnate, so we can only stay here and survive. Only the underworld can make us feel that we are still alive, although we are indeed dead..." After a person who understood the situation said this, everyone fell silent.

No one dared to continue this topic, for fear that if they continued, there would be nothing left in their hearts.

My heart is now empty, so...even if I numb myself, I cannot accept that ending.

Zhang Hao stood behind everyone, deep in thought.

I used to think that these people were too powerful. In order to get what they wanted, they had forgotten the qualities that a human being should have, such as kindness, bravery, simplicity and other beautiful qualities.

But in the underworld, evil and selfishness are not necessarily bad things. Things must be placed in the right place to play a real role.

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Returning to the inn, Zhang Hao clearly felt that something was wrong.

The atmosphere is too depressing, and why is there such a strong smell of death here?

Although this is a corpse-driving inn and this kind of atmosphere is inevitable, but today it seems different from the past.

Walking into the lobby, Zhang Hao saw his friends sitting in their seats, motionless and in the same position. When they heard that he was coming, their eyes seemed to move, but their bodies did not move.

Zhang Hao's heart sank to the bottom at once, wondering if anyone had been here just now?
Just as I was about to rush out, I heard a chuckle behind me.

This chuckle almost made Zhang Hao's blood freeze.

At this moment, Zhang Hao felt an indescribable fear. It was an overwhelming fear that made him want to run away involuntarily!

Zhang Hao turned around slowly like a rusty robot.

A woman sat on the sofa in the corner. Her hair was very long, almost dragging on the ground. She had a smile on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes, so it was hard to tell what the smile meant.

This person is the Demon Lord!
Although he had never seen this face, Zhang Hao could tell it by intuition. Only the Demon Lord could make him feel this unspeakable fear.

"You went to see Lord Yama, right?" asked the Demon Lord.

Lord Yan? Oh, yes, that's his name.

Zhang Hao tried hard to control his body, walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down easily as if nothing had happened. At the moment he sat down, only he knew that his hands and feet were shaking. In order to achieve this goal, he had just spent so much energy and effort.

"What? Don't you already dislike him? Why do you still ask about Lord Yan's affairs?" The Demon Lord asked with a raised eyebrow in surprise.

"Who said that?" Zhang Hao asked back, "I'm willing to make the whole world my enemy for that guy. I've done this much, why would anyone still doubt my feelings for him? Can you tell me what your basis is?"

"I have no basis, I'm just guessing." The Demon Lord chuckled.

Zhang Hao tried hard to control his breathing and maintain a steady rhythm. He couldn't let his rapid breathing reveal his current panic.

"I thought that your love for him all along was nothing more than an obsession with your own thoughts. These thousands of years of obsession may have surpassed your love for that person, right?" The Demon Lord remained silent, staring at Zhang Hao with his snake-like eyes.

Zhang Hao could clearly feel that under the gaze of the Demon Lord, the flow of his blood slowed down.

"You are really brave. To reward you, I decided to teach you a lesson." The Demon Lord said.

"What class?" Zhang Hao asked.

The Demon Lord stood up and slowly paced around the people in the hall. Zhang Hao watched her movements and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"What are you going to do?" he asked warily.

"I decided to kill everyone here and let you taste my pain. What you said just now hurt me so much. Maybe even if I kill everyone here, it won't be one tenth of the harm you have done to me. But it doesn't matter. At least I can let you feel a little bit." The Demon Lord said coldly.

Zhang Hao felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his brain. A voice in his mind frantically shouted: "Beg for mercy, beg for mercy, this crazy woman will really do this!" But another voice interrupted and said: "It's useless, no matter how you beg for mercy, she will not let you go."

As time passed, Zhang Hao clearly saw a layer of sweat on his companions' bodies. They were also afraid and nervous.

Finally, Zhang Hao spoke up: "You won't do that."

"Why?" asked the Demon Lord.

"From what you did before, it can be seen that you are cruel to the point of being inhumane. Killing them may bring me short-term intense pain, but you will not let me be free so quickly. You hate me, so you will torture my mind first, just like you are threatening me now by saying you are going to kill them." Zhang Hao said.

The Demon Lord stared at Zhang Hao's eyes, as if trying to see other emotions in his eyes. But after looking for a long time, she saw nothing but stubbornness.

Suddenly, the Demon Lord smiled: "You are very interesting. I hope you won't let me down next time."

"Don't worry, I will try my best to kill you and make your obsession and resentment disappear without a trace. The scars of your past actions will be healed little by little by time." Zhang Hao said firmly.

The Demon Lord is rebelling against the whole world in her own way, but Zhang Hao wants to tell her that her resistance is in vain.

Whatever she had left in this world, it would disappear completely in the end. She was nothing.

The Demon Lord lowered his eyes, as if thinking about Zhang Hao's words.

After a while, she suddenly laughed and shook her head helplessly: "There's really nothing I can do. Although those old corrupt people have high hopes for you, in my opinion, you are just like a child who has never seen the world. I really need to train you a little bit. I wish you good luck from now on."

After saying that, the Demon Lord stood up and waved his hand. Hao Xie and the others breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

Fatty Wang supported himself on the ground with both hands, trying to stand up, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried. The pressure from the Demon Lord made it impossible for ordinary people to resist, and Zhang Hao also tried his best to remain calm.

When he reached the door, the Demon Lord suddenly stopped, as if he wanted to do something on the spur of the moment.

"Oh, by the way, it's not easy for me to come here, so I'll leave a gift for you." She said, pointing at Zhang Hao.

Before Zhang Hao could react, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

It felt like there was something wet stuffed in his chest, making him want to curse.

What is this? What happened?
Zhang Hao didn't have time to think, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

As the Demon Lord walked further away, the sense of oppression that remained on everyone slowly disappeared.

Han Shan was the first to react. He rolled and crawled onto Zhang Hao, shaking him desperately: "How are you? Wake up! Lao Han, don't scare me!"

Everyone hurriedly carried Zhang Hao to the second floor. Just as they were about to help him lie down, Zhang Hao frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood. This was the first time Zhang Hao had suffered such a trauma!

Everyone knew what was going on. It must have been the work of the Demon Lord. Before she left, she said she would leave a gift for Zhang Hao. Could it be this mouthful of blood? Han Shan's eyes were red and he was furious. He slapped the bed hard and turned away.

Fortunately, Hao Xie still maintained basic sanity. He and Fatty Wang took a lot of effort to push the cold umbrella back to the side of the bed.

"No matter where you go now, nothing can change anything. Stay here and wait for Old Han to wake up before making a decision." Fatty Wang said in a rare serious tone. This tone was irresistible.

Han Shan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails seemed to dig deeply into the flesh of his palms, but he seemed to feel nothing.

"I understand. I have to go to the underworld." He turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Hao Xie.

"Promise me first not to do anything stupid." Hao Xie said worriedly.

Han Shan was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "I won't do anything stupid, especially when I'm sure I want revenge. Don't worry." After that, he left the room without looking back, his fists clenched all the time.

He will never let go of that person who played with him, that devil, that person who hurt Zhang Hao!

Arriving in the underworld, Han Shan felt no sympathy for this unrecognizable place.

On the contrary, he felt that such a place should have been punished long ago.

When he found Yan Jun, he was lying on the table with a frown on his face, as if he was sleeping. Han Shan sneered a few times: "Do gods also feel tired?"

This sentence seemed to wake up Yan Jun. He looked up at Han San, then lowered his head again: "I'm not tired, I'm just thinking... In addition to the tasks at hand, what else can I help with?"

The guilt in Yan Jun's heart was still hard to erase, and he could only think about how to do more to help after work. He looked up at the clock on the wall, and it was already late at night.

Although there is no real day and night in the underworld, according to the time division of the human world, now is time to rest.

Yan Jun stood up, walked slowly to the door, and blew some wind. "I think you must hate me very much. I knew your origin and purpose, but I still used Zhang Hao and tied you up here for my own use."

Han Shan changed his tone: "Think of it another way. If it weren't for you, I might not have met Zhang Hao again. I should indeed resent you, but I should also thank you. During the time I followed Zhang Hao, he taught me a lot about cause and effect, fate, and retribution in the world. Now, we are even, there is no need for you to talk like this anymore."

Yan Jun smiled and said, "Really... You have really changed a lot. I almost don't recognize you anymore."

Han Shan looked down at the marks on his palms and smiled for some reason: "I am not afraid of such changes. On the contrary, I think it is a good thing. Doesn't this prove that I am not a monster?"

Think about it, the little monster from the past has now become a docile little lion. Who brought about this transformation? It was Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao is truly extraordinary, he has the ability to make everyone extraordinary. Even Yan Jun himself may have changed because of him.

"What do you want to see me about this time?" asked Yan Jun.

"I'd like to ask you to go and see Zhang Hao. The Demon Lord pointed at him before he left, and then Zhang Hao lost his temper. When we helped him back to the room, he spit out blood... He hasn't woken up yet and is in very bad condition." Han Shan said anxiously.

“Given her personality, she probably won’t kill Zhang Hao, but she will definitely make his life worse than death.

I will go over to check later. There are still some rioting ghosts that have not been dealt with. Give me another two hours." Yan Jun said.

"I'll help you handle it. Please go see Zhang Hao immediately... I can't wait any longer." Han Shan said anxiously.

Yan Jun looked back at Han Shan in surprise, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, maybe there are some things I can let you handle."

"I'm just taking your place temporarily. If it weren't for Zhang Hao, I really don't want to have anything to do with you anymore." Han Shan said, walked to the desk and looked down at the documents.

Yan Jun looked at him for a while, smiled and turned to leave. The moment he walked out of the hall, his official uniform automatically changed into casual clothes. At this moment, he seemed to have tried his best to take off a shackle on his body.

In the inn, Zhang Hao couldn't give a good face to Yan Jun who suddenly appeared. "Did Han San ask you to come here?" he asked.

"Yes. Where is Zhang Hao?" asked Yan Jun.

"It's on the second floor. I'll take you there." Hao Xie said.

On the way upstairs, Hao Xie casually asked a question: "Are you an enemy or a friend now?"

Hao Xie really couldn't see through Yan Jun. To be honest, it was Zhang Hao who had been dealing with Yan Jun, and Hao Xie didn't have much contact with this person. Judging from past experience, these awkwardness between them would really hurt an ordinary person like Hao Xie.

"I am neither an enemy nor a partner, just someone you are familiar with. Don't believe me, but you can trust Zhang Hao." Yan Jun's answer left Hao Xie speechless.

"But the problem is that Zhang Hao hasn't woken up yet, and we don't know what he is thinking." Hao Xie said.

"Then I'll wake him up first, and you guys can think about it slowly." As he said that, Yan Jun sat down beside the bed.

Hao Xie suddenly became alert and didn't know what to do. Should he step forward to stop it or just stand aside and wait.

"Forget it, Tian Zhen, let him try, anyway, the situation won't get any worse now." Hao Xie was helpless and could only sigh and shake his head. (End of this chapter)