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

It took Uncle Liu almost three and a half hours to drive the 180 kilometers. The speed on the highway can reach about 100 kilometers per hour, but after getting off the highway, it is all rugged mountain roads.

This sect was built behind a mountain in a mountain scenic spot. There was a section of the road that was a dirt road, so we had to walk in.

The sect's gate had been stained red with blood, and body parts were lying on the ground not far away.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the evil spirit and resentment came with the smell, making people feel uneasy.

This is the breath of death, it can be called another form of Shura Field.

We walked to the center of the sect, and in front of a huge statue, Zhang Hao saw a living person.

Although this person is alive, he looks lifeless.

Hao Xie walked over and found that the girl was completely different from before. She was desperate and panicked before, but because the incident happened so suddenly, many emotions could not be fully expressed.

Now she looks neither sad nor happy, but the deathly look in her eyes makes people feel that she has finally accepted this cruel fact.

Hao Xie introduced: "Hello, Miss Zhang. This is our shopkeeper. He will be in charge of this commission. We will assist you."

Zhang Miaomiao raised her head, looked at Haoxie, then at Zhang Hao, and finally nodded weakly and slowly stood up.

"I see……"

"Ms. Zhang, are these two your parents?" Zhang Hao asked, pointing at the corpses on the ground.

The two bodies had been damaged beyond recognition, with bite marks still remaining on most of their bodies.

The clothes were stained with blood, had dried and hardened, and were swaying in the wind, as if even the clothes were telling of the end of life.

Although the bodies were badly damaged, their hands were still tightly clasped together.

Unlike the other struggling corpses, these two corpses lay peacefully, as if they had calmly accepted death when things broke out.

"Yes... I just saw the suicide note my parents left me." Zhang Miaomiao said.

"In such a critical situation, is there still time to write a suicide note?" Zhang Hao asked.

Zhang Miaomiao spread out the white shirt she was holding in her arms and spread it on the ground. On it were six big characters written: "Take good care of yourself, Miao."

The handwriting written in blood was extremely distorted, the last stroke was scratched out very far, and then there was a heavy blood spot, and the whole suicide note came to an abrupt end.

"This clothes was pressed under my parents... This should be the last thing they want to say to me... Although I am the successor of a sect... I have selfish motives." Zhang Miaomiao raised her head, her originally empty eyes were filled with thin traces of tears, and a look of despair was revealed behind them.

She sat on the ground, her white short-sleeved shirt had slipped down half an inch because the neckline was too big, revealing a bit of her shoulders.

There was a red plum blossom mark on it, which was a special mark only the direct descendants of their faction had. And now this mark seemed to be redder than blood.

She cried silently for a long time before she spoke: "Can I ask you to settle these two bodies first?"

"Okay." Zhang Hao agreed.

Huo Xiuxiu immediately came forward with a toolbox to sew the body, but was stopped by Zhang Hao.

"I'll do it myself. The rest of you go count the bodies and put everything in order. We have to sort out what's going on here today," said Zhang Hao.

The others all agreed. In this matter, Zhang Hao had absolute courage, and the others would only obey.

Zhang Hao reached out and tidied up Zhang Miaomiao's clothes which were in disarray from crying.

Zhang Miaomiao was startled and looked around frantically, but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, they were full of anticipation and a hint of anger.

"What happened just now? Did someone lift my clothes up? Who was it?" Zhang Miaomiao asked.

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, looked at his hands, and laughed at himself.

It seemed that she had not yet accepted the fact that she had become a "wandering ghost", and this action was so natural.

"Wait a minute, who just put the clothes on me?" Zhang Miaomiao seemed to suddenly remember something. An excited look appeared on her face. She rushed to Zhang Hao and grabbed his collar tightly.

"Did my mom and dad help me pull my clothes up?!" she asked anxiously.

Zhang Hao wanted to explain, but he swallowed the words back. He looked at Han Shan and saw that Han Shan looked calm, so he said to Zhang Miaomiao, "Yes, she is your mother."

Upon hearing this answer, Zhang Miaomiao's emotions collapsed instantly. She cried harder than ever before and knelt on the ground, as if even her thoughts had become confused.

"Why? Why don't you want to wait for me a little longer? I clearly haven't waited for you yet, why?!" she cried.

Although Han Shan agreed to this statement, Zhang Miaomiao could see nothing and hear nothing.

The others were also busy paying attention to the movements here. When Hao Xie heard the sound, he subconsciously looked back. After seeing Han Shan, he understood everything in an instant. He shook his head silently and did not move forward.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Miaomiao gradually calmed down.

At this time, Zhang Hao had helped her sit down on the stone block next to her.

"Don't stay here while I deal with your parents' bodies. Don't look and don't think about it. When you come out again, we will have resolved everything here, okay?" Zhang Hao comforted.

The fate of a sect actually fell on the shoulders of a little girl, which was obviously beyond her control.

If she keeps crying and breaking down, it will only cause trouble for both of you.

"What should I do next? I don't know, Mr. Han. Do you think it would be better if I died with them? This way our sect would have some face." Zhang Miaomiao asked helplessly.

Since ancient times, there has been a strange way of comparison among the major sects, which is to see which sect appears to be more glorious.

Many sects have left behind a lot of people, but Zhang Miaomiao's sect only has her, a heir who is not doing her job properly.

She had had many arguments with her parents over inheritance issues before.

Her parents wanted her to come back as soon as possible to inherit the family business, but she felt that these were all feudal dregs and was unwilling to believe them for a time.

However, when these things really happened to her, she found herself powerless to resist.

Zhang Hao looked around, then looked at Zhang Miaomiao who was crying in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I will go and deal with those things first, you go back and rest for a while. I will call you later." Finally, Zhang Hao asked Hao Xie to accompany Zhang Miaomiao. Originally, a girl should have been asked to accompany her, but Huo Xiuxiu had to learn the art of sewing corpses from Zhang Hao and could not leave, so someone else had to go.

After Zhang Miaomiao walked away, Huo Xiuxiu asked, "Those weren't her parents' ghosts, right?"

"It's a winter umbrella." Zhang Hao replied.

Although Huo Xiuxiu didn't have the ability to see ghosts, she guessed who it was. After hearing the answer, she nodded slightly.

"That's what I said. But you asked Han Shan to do this, and he actually agreed!" Huo Xiuxiu was a little surprised.

"He is dead, but he is still alive to me. To put it more confidently, he is the same as he is in my mind. Dead or alive doesn't have much impact on him, so there is no need to worry that he will be sad," Zhang Hao explained.

Han Shan, who was standing by, couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

Yes, sometimes he even felt fortunate that only his death could occupy a more important position in Zhang Hao's heart. This was a blessing in disguise.

The entire sect was left with not even a single soul fragment. The ground was littered with corpses, with only some empty shells left.

In order to move the corpse, one must first temporarily suppress the evil spirits and resentment in the body, which requires the use of the talisman carved by Zhang Hao himself.

Those talismans are actually not mysterious. They are simply used to suppress resentment and evil spirits.

Other sects can also make this kind of thing, but most people's spiritual power is relatively low.

And this kind of thing depends largely on how strong the willpower of the person who makes the talisman is.

Zhang Hao himself is very capable and has a firm mind, so he can easily suppress these bodies that still have resentment.

Only Zhang Hao can do this in this world.

Fatty Wang took out a piece of talisman from his pocket, and pasted it on every corpse he saw, then put a label on it and moved on to the next one. This was purely physical work, but Fatty Wang looked very serious while doing it.

Not everyone has the respect for death. After seeing so many deaths, even Zhang Hao would feel numb, but Fatty Wang is not like that. Although he looks careless, he has a great respect for death.

After a busy day, Zhang Hao finally dealt with all the corpses. When he returned to the house, he saw Hao Xie having a long conversation with Zhang Miaomiao.

"So you really haven't learned anything at all?" Hao Xie asked.

“I only roughly understand the principles of our sect’s abilities, but if I really were asked to learn, I would definitely not be able to do it. I knew from a young age that I didn’t have the talent… If I hadn’t been given too high expectations when I was studying as a child, and no one had laughed at me, maybe I wouldn’t be like this now,” Zhang Miaomiao said regretfully.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in the world, and the shadow of more than ten years ago made her subconsciously resist these things.

“Then what should we do? Is it really going to end in your generation?” Hao Xie also felt deeply regretful. If Zhang Miaomiao had the ability, perhaps she could find a way to pass on the sect.

Zhang Miaomiao covered her head in self-blame: "I'm sorry, I really can't..."

Zhang Hao couldn't listen any longer, so he walked up and asked, "Does your mother's school still have written knowledge?"

"Many books contain our sect's unique memory method, but our sect's teaching does not rely only on books, but more on the words and deeds of the previous generation, as if to resonate with this land or something..." Zhang Miaomiao still had only a vague understanding of it.

"I've never mastered the essentials. Few people can do it. Most people are like me, relying only on some specific props for divination," she added.

Zhang Hao's eyes fell on the bookshelf at the back. No wonder these precious books were placed here. It turned out that they were not afraid of people stealing their books.

"Do you still remember the method of becoming one with the earth?" Zhang Hao asked.

"I remember what my parents taught me, but I just can't do it," Zhang Miaomiao said helplessly.

"Then teach me." Zhang Hao's words made everyone who had just entered the room look at him in surprise.

"What did you say?" Zhang Miaomiao was stunned.

"I said, you teach me the method to comprehend the mind method, and I will comprehend it myself. When I have mastered it, I will teach you." Zhang Hao explained.

Zhang Miaomiao finally understood what Zhang Hao meant. He wanted to be the successor of this generation. Although she was the direct descendant, she was not worthy of it in all aspects. If there was an expert willing to help her out, she would not have to worry about it.

Zhang Miaomiao took a deep breath and made up her mind: "Okay." Then she was about to kneel down and become his disciple.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hao knelt down first, and everyone was so shocked that they were speechless. Only Han Shan understood Zhang Hao's intention at the first time and smiled slightly.

This person... is indeed worthy of being a god. Zhang Miaomiao understood everything from Zhang Hao's actions and couldn't help crying.

"Mr. Han..." she said chokingly.

"I will bow to you three times today, and that will officially make me your disciple. You are the successor of the Zhengyi sect, and you must pass on this sect no matter what. I have the confidence to teach you. When your sect accepts other disciples in the future and can ensure that it does not decline, I will forget everything that happened before and will never set up a new sect." Zhang Hao said firmly.

These words completely dispelled Zhang Miaomiao's worries. She sniffed and said, "Thank you... Thank you so much."

"It's okay, just clean up this place. I have things to do in the next while, so you may have to follow me, but it won't be for long." Zhang Hao said.

"Okay." Zhang Miaomiao agreed. Zhang Hao was willing to let her go, which was a help to her. If she was left alone here, she would probably become a fool soon.

The next day, Zhang Miaomiao packed up a few important books and followed Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao put the other books into his own space to prevent them from being stolen when Zhang Miaomiao was away.

No one else understood how Zhang Hao packed those things up, and in the end they could only guess that Zhang Hao asked the underworld to take them away.

When she reached the gate, Zhang Miaomiao looked back. The bloodstains of the sect had been washed away, but the bloody smell in the air was unforgettable.

A strange hatred surged in Zhang Miaomiao's heart. This hatred was not overwhelming, but it was enough to destroy a person's mind. At least now, she even wanted to use her insignificant power to seek revenge.

Seeing Zhang Miaomiao in deep thought, Zhang Hao didn't want her to think too much, so he walked over and patted her shoulder gently: "Let's go."

"Hey, have you heard? Zhang Hao actually insisted on joining someone else's sect as a closed disciple. Is he deliberately trying to steal other people's things?"

"I don't think so. Zhang Hao is a well-known figure here. He doesn't need to kneel down and become someone's apprentice for such a small matter."

"Anyway, I always feel that Zhang Hao's motives this time are not pure. He was too high-profile before. Every time he was high-profile, he could get some benefits. Don't you think so?"

In the end, this person's words were recognized by everyone, and everyone felt that Zhang Hao took this path in order to gain benefits.

Word of this soon spread to the inn, and when someone came to place a commission, they would ask, "Our sect doesn't have anything valuable right now, how about we just give you all the books?" (End of this chapter)