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

Many sects that have experienced severe setbacks are considering disbanding, and the books on the bookshelves are just passed down from generation to generation and are nothing special.

If I could use this to pay Zhang Hao, at least I could greatly reduce my costs now.

Zhang Hao also thought of this. Although he was a little surprised that they would use this as a bargaining chip, he would not stop them if they really wanted to do so.

Zhang Hao is open-minded about it, but Fatty Wang doesn't think so.

"No, no, how dare they humiliate you like this? I have to get my letter of appointment back. I can't work for these people."

"Alright, that's enough." Hao Xie patted Fatty Wang's hand and interrupted him, "How they charge is their business, whether we accept it or not is our business."

At night, Zhang Hao sat in a room with an open window, breathing the flowing air quietly.

Suddenly, a special aura of death came over him. Zhang Hao opened his eyes and stared straight ahead.

There was nothing in front of him, but Zhang Hao felt as if he saw something.

After judging this mysterious aura, Zhang Hao smiled.

"You came here in the middle of the night just to see my miserable state?"

A chuckle came from the empty place, and then a person suddenly appeared.

The woman was wearing a cheongsam, holding a small folding fan in her hand, and wearing high heels. She sat in an elegant posture, completely different from before.

"It seems you've gotten used to being a human."

"You're right. I'm responsible for your current situation, and I also exaggerated the rumors."

Zhang Hao had guessed it long ago.

"Then why don't you spread it more seriously and just tell the whole world that I'm the bad guy."

"This is too boring. I finally met an interesting toy and I want to have some fun with you, but your mind is full of self-destructive thoughts and you have no ambition at all. I can only use this method to boost your fighting spirit. After all, one-sided slaughter is boring, right?"

The Demon Lord is so inhumane that he treats people as toys.

To be honest, he is now being played around by the other party and can indeed be considered a toy, but Zhang Hao is ambitious and does not want to fall behind the other party in this regard.

"What are your plans for next time? If you want to play, just tell me in advance so I can react. Then you can give me a big move. Wouldn't that be more satisfying?"

When saying this, Zhang Hao was in a bad mood, and even thought about mocking the other party a few more times if the other party followed his words.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord actually answered. She was not afraid at all that her plan would be exposed and she would lose the opportunity.

Even Zhang Hao couldn't laugh this time.

"So your next plan is to exterminate these sects one by one, right?"

In fact, many sects still have successors, but they have been severely damaged recently and it is impossible for them to do anything else.

Zhang Hao once thought that those people might be as fragile as ants to the Demon Lord, so the Demon Lord would not bother to be their enemy, but now it seems that he might have guessed wrong.

"To me, it seems quite interesting to crush those pathetic and ridiculous ants one by one in my palm, isn't it?" The words of the Demon Lord hit Zhang Hao's heart like a heavy hammer. He really couldn't understand why someone would enjoy doing this. But then he thought, if he could really understand this mentality, wouldn't he become a devil like the Demon Lord?

Zhang Hao suppressed the turmoil in his heart and curled his lips into a disdainful sneer.

"Human nature is complex and changeable. I cannot control other people's minds, but I can at least make sure that I will not become the devil you expect. You want to assimilate me to prove your point? Don't dream, that's impossible."

In the eyes of the Demon Lord, Zhang Hao's words might just be the weak groan of another ant.

Since coming back with Zhang Hao, Zhang Miaomiao has become unusually silent. She spends all day studying the sect's classics carefully. Even though it is difficult for her to understand with her current level of comprehension, she has never given up.

The fusion with the earth that she mentioned before was actually the most difficult but also the easiest level to overcome during the cultivation process. Once it was broken through, the strength would be raised to a higher level.

In conventional cultivation, most people start with the original strength in their bodies, but the truly strong ones will not blindly consume their own strength. More often, they will choose to coexist with the earth and use the power of the earth as a source, which can not only avoid physical deficiency, but also allow their strength to reach a higher level.

There are only a few people who can understand this, and Zhang Miaomiao's parents are one of them, and they can be called geniuses. Thinking about it now, it is really a pity.

Zhang Hao did not need to relearn this. Following Zhang Miaomiao's guidance and the methods in the book, after trying for a few days, he found that he had the ability to predict the future.

"Don't go out tomorrow, something might happen." Zhang Hao suddenly said this to Hao Xie.

Hao Xie looked puzzled, but after a moment he realized what was happening and quickly asked, "What do you mean? Can you predict the future?"

"We'll know tomorrow. If it's destined, we can't escape it." Zhang Hao said calmly.

Hao Xie nodded and continued to busy himself with his own business.

It rained heavily the next day, but Hao Xie finally went out because his sect had an urgent commission.

Fortunately, the distance was not far, and Zhang Hao asked Han San to accompany him, so he was not too worried.

However, by evening, the two had not returned.

Zhang Hao sat in the chair and pondered for a moment, then suddenly took out a talisman, wrote a piece of talisman paper and sent it out to look for the umbrella.

As soon as the talisman paper was released, the door opened and Han Shan walked in covered in blood.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Hao's heart suddenly tightened. "What's going on? Where's Hao Xie!"

"Brother Haoxie, he..." Zhang Hao became anxious before Han Shan finished speaking.

"Didn't I ask you to follow him? How come something happened anyway? Is this so-called predetermined future really unchangeable?" Zhang Hao felt extremely regretful. If he had known this would happen, he should not have predicted it.

If the tragedy predicted was going to happen, what was the point of doing this? If it was inevitable, why did I come here?
After getting angry, Zhang Hao felt a surge of guilt, both for what happened to Hao Xie and for his attitude towards Han Shan.

"Sorry, I was too excited... Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, his smile full of bitterness.

"If something happens to Hao Xie..."

"What are you thinking about? Can you put some positive things in your mind?" Hao Xie's voice came from outside the door. Zhang Hao looked up and saw that he was also covered in blood.

"What's going on?" Zhang Hao asked hurriedly.

Han Shan finally had a chance to finish his words: "We encountered a car accident on the road. Brother Haoxie was slightly injured, and a woman was seriously injured. We are helping with rescue efforts over there. Brother Haoxie wanted to call you, but his phone was damaged by the rain, so he asked me to come back first."

At this point, Han Shan turned to look at Hao Xie. "Didn't you go to rescue? Why are you back so soon?"

"The ambulance arrived and took the woman away. The situation was very bad. I was a little worried." Hao Xie explained.

Zhang Hao seemed to have lost all his strength. He fell on the sofa, gasping for breath and rubbing his temples.

Hao Xie noticed that Zhang Hao's face looked a little strange, and he knew that he was probably frightened by his appearance just now.

“Old Han, don’t be afraid. If we are destined to have such a day, then it is fate. It has nothing to do with you, really…” “If the future can be predicted, it means there is still hope. And look, I’m fine now, am I not?” Hao Xie had originally rehearsed that he would encounter an accident, but in the afternoon, the situation turned into that he was involved in someone else’s accident.

This small deviation may lead to a huge difference in the results.

When studying, there is an iron rule: you cannot calculate your future.

Man's plans are ultimately not as good as God's plans. Trying to peek into the future through predictions is in itself an act of revealing God's secrets.

Calculating for others and receiving money is considered a transaction.

If you count it for yourself and give yourself money, it’s not a transaction. You have to pay another price, and that’s fair.

Zhang Hao knew that if he continued to make such predictions, he would most likely suffer backlash.

But he had no choice but to do this. After repeated practice, Zhang Hao's hands were shaking more and more.

He practiced several times, but no matter how he practiced, the final result was - death.

That’s right, his end is death, and the time may be long or short, as short as one year or as long as three years.

Zhang Hao lay on the bed like a deflated ball, his hand holding the pen shaking. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something, his eyes full of indifference.

After making up his mind, Zhang Hao tore the paper to pieces.

Han Shan pushed the door open and saw the paper scraps all over the floor and Zhang Hao's blank expression. He guessed what he had predicted again.

"Whose prediction did you just make?" Han San asked.

Zhang Hao subconsciously wanted to pick up the papers on the table, but when he saw the pieces on the ground, he retracted his hand.

"Nothing, just practicing."

"Who did you calculate for just now?" Han Shan asked stubbornly.

Zhang Hao didn't say anything.

Hansan guessed it in an instant.

"It was you, wasn't it? It ended badly, didn't it?"

Zhang Hao still didn't say anything, but his clenched hands revealed his inner thoughts.

"I will die within three years." Zhang Hao finally spoke.

"...Aren't you cursed?" Han San asked.

“It’s not that the curse cannot be broken, but the ending is still death. That means, I either fail completely and everything in the world disappears... or I defeat the Demon Lord, but I die myself.” For Zhang Hao, death is not scary; what is scary is failure.

He had already shouldered this responsibility, and if he still lost in the end, it would mean that he had no ability at all.

Han Shan really didn't want to see Zhang Hao become like this.

"Don't think about it anymore, okay? No matter what the outcome is, as long as we have tried our best, we can live with our conscience. Don't always talk about the people of the world, you have to think about yourself first!" Han San's words had some comforting effect, but not much.

Zhang Hao is now immersed in his own world, and it is difficult for others to wake him up no matter what methods they use.

Han Shan was about to step forward, but suddenly his brows furrowed and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Hao woke up instantly and rushed over to grab Han Shan's shoulders.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"

"I... I don't know, I just suddenly felt very weak." Han Shan said weakly, and his body became almost translucent! Zhang Hao's hand also passed through Han Shan's body!

Zhang Hao's heart was in his throat.

He knew that Han Shan now had no body and existed in the form of a soul, so his spiritual power would be weakened, and it would be painful for him during the day. In order to reassure himself, Han Shan followed Hao Xie all day, which might have consumed too much spiritual power.

"I... may not know how long I can hold on. If I'm not here in the future, I hope you won't have an emotional breakdown like today again..." Han San said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could you disappear?!" Zhang Hao took out a jade pendant from the space and placed it on Han Shan.

"You go into this jade pendant first, and you don't have to stay outside during the day. I will carry the jade pendant with me, so don't panic."

Han Shan was in great pain and could no longer exist in this state. He nodded, and his body turned into a wisp of smoke and floated into the jade pendant.

Zhang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his mood became even heavier. No, he had to get everything resolved quickly!
Zhang Hao entered the underworld late at night, and Lord Yan was still entangled in various affairs. Every time they met in the past, he was always leisurely and leisurely, with his hands behind his back, but now he was so busy that he seemed to be exhausted to death.

Yan Jun noticed Zhang Hao's arrival and said nothing, just immersed in his work. Zhang Hao sat down quietly beside him, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, Yan Jun looked up at Zhang Hao and asked, "What brings you here this time?"

"Can't I come to you to chat and relieve my boredom?" Zhang Hao asked back.

"To relieve boredom?" Yan Jun was amused by the word and shook his head helplessly.

He knew that all the troubles were caused by him, so how could Zhang Hao be willing to have anything to do with him.

"Tell me, what are you here for this time?" asked Yan Jun.

"I have a question for you. How can I become stronger quickly?" Zhang Hao said bluntly.

Hearing this, Yan Jun paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at Zhang Hao with a strange look: "I remember that you never cared about your strength before, but I didn't expect that you have changed now."

"People always change," Zhang Hao sighed, "If I don't defeat the Demon Lord, I may not even have the chance to change. What do you think I should do to become stronger quickly?"

Yan Jun retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly: "Isn't there a saying in your world that 'the methods of making a lot of money are written in the criminal law'? Similarly, the methods of becoming stronger in the cultivation world are all hidden in banned books."

Zhang Hao suddenly understood. He knew that high returns often come with high risks. If practicing the forbidden book could quickly make one stronger, the side effects would probably be like what is described in the immortal cultivation novels, and he would suffer a backlash.

"You don't really have this idea, do you?" Lord Yan warned, "Since ancient times, those who practiced forbidden techniques have had a miserable end. I have kept all the forbidden books in the forbidden book pavilion in the underworld. It is only opened for a quarter of an hour at midnight every day. At other times, even I cannot enter."

Zhang Hao: "..."

Yan Jun directly told me the time and place where the book was banned. Does he want me to go or not?

Zhang Hao hesitated for a long time before asking, "Do you think breaking in is a capital crime?"

"I don't know..." Yan Jun waved his hands busily, "Anyway, I don't have time to take care of these things now."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao seemed to have received some kind of tacit approval and stood up to leave. (End of this chapter)