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

"Hey!" Lord Yan called out to him, "Did you listen to me? All those who practice forbidden techniques will have a miserable end without exception. Being deserted by their friends and relatives and becoming possessed are the least of their fates. Some people will even have to bear eternal infamy and never be freed from it for the rest of their lives."

Zhang Hao didn't look back, his back looked particularly determined: "I don't care anymore... I feel like I'm in hell on earth now. If I continue to live like this every day, I might as well find a way... to end it all in my own way."

Yan Jun did not stop him. After Zhang Hao left, Yan Jun put down his brush and covered his face with his hands. Looking closely, you can see that his hands covering his face are trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He muttered to himself, not knowing to whom he was apologizing.

Zhang Hao did not leave the underworld, but stood on the Naihe Bridge for a long time.

Ever since half of the soul of Lord Yama that was sealed under the Forgotten River was released, no soul dared to approach here for many days, and the cycle of life and death was paralyzed for a time.

Fortunately, King Yan later set an example and reorganized the underworld, and everything was back on track.

But the souls in the river no longer toss around as wildly as before. They seem to be still afraid of something, afraid of the power that has left.

Although that power has gone, the damage it caused that day has been remembered by these heartless ghosts for a long time.

Even hell is like this, let alone the human world.

The creatures in the world will be like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the devil.

She is still just in the playful stage and has not yet started a killing spree, but even so the consequences are already too much for them to bear.

The cold umbrella floated out of the jade pendant, and Zhang Hao saw that his condition was much better than before in the inn.

"Do you feel better here than in the inn?" Zhang Hao asked.

"Yes, after all, this is where I should be." Han San replied.

"If you want to stay here, then stay here. You don't have to endure the pain of spiritual power depletion anymore." Zhang Hao said.

"No, I want to stay with you... I don't know how long this kind of life will last, so I plan to cherish the present as people often say." Han San said firmly.

He has always been a stubborn person, so Zhang Hao did not insist any more. He nodded and pointed at the jade pendant and said, "Come in, I'll take you somewhere."

"Are you really going to the Forbidden Library?" Han Shan asked.

"Will you accompany me?" Zhang Hao asked the other party in an unprecedented tone.

"I thought my actions had already made everything clear to you. There was no need for me to say more." Zhang Hao smiled and did not ask any further questions.

At twelve o'clock midnight, the moment when the old and the new year replaced each other, the bronze door in front of him slowly opened.

It was pitch black in front of Zhang Hao's eyes, but there seemed to be a mysterious force attracting him.

He stepped into the door, and the door behind him closed automatically. In the void in the distance, a candle flame quietly lit up, followed by two, three... Finally, this vast world was illuminated by candlelight, and Zhang Hao saw a brand new world.

Countless scrolls floated in the air, swimming slowly, with halos of various colors trailing behind them, like the magic power contained within. Zhang Hao reached out to touch one of the scrolls, but found that his hand had passed through the scroll.

"Book of Life and Death." Zhang Hao couldn't help but recite it softly, and then a small book flew from mid-air and landed in front of him, quietly waiting to be opened.

Zhang Hao slowly stretched out his hand, but when he was about to touch the book, he hesitated.

Whose book of life and death is this?

The answer had already subconsciously come to his mind - it was his own.

After some hesitation, Zhang Hao took the Book of Life and Death, opened it and saw that it was indeed his name.

Han Shan suddenly rushed out from the jade pendant, snatched the book from Zhang Hao's hand, and threw it far away.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Hao asked.

"This library will automatically fly the corresponding books according to your wishes. Do you know what this is? This is the Book of Life and Death, which records your destiny." Han San explained.

"I know." Zhang Hao's answer made both of them fall into silence.

Han Shan tried hard to control his anger and said in a calm tone: "I hope your life and death can be in your own hands, and not be controlled by this book."

Although Han Shan hoped that Zhang Hao would control his own destiny, when Zhang Hao was cursed, wasn't he the first to stand up and sacrifice his life?

Zhang Hao felt that what Han Shan said was a little untenable, but he couldn't find the right words to refute it.

"I understand. I won't read this book."

Zhang Hao closed his eyes and said to himself, "I just want to become stronger. Which book should I find?"

After he closed his eyes, he did not see that the books in the library suddenly stopped floating at that moment.

Then, at a certain moment, all the books suddenly became agitated and their flight paths became chaotic.

Han San stood quietly by, neither stopping nor reminding.

Finally, a black leather notebook slowly fell in front of Zhang Hao. As if inspired by some kind of mind, Zhang Hao opened his eyes and looked into the book's eyes.

"Is that you? Are you the book I'm looking for?" Zhang Hao stretched out his hand, and the book slowly fell into his palm.

He felt the mysterious power bursting out from the book, as if it was burning his soul and filling him with strength.

"It's you!" Zhang Hao shouted.

The Forbidden Library is only open for a quarter of an hour every day. If you can't get out today, you have to wait another day.

And during the day of waiting, he didn't know what would happen, so he had to hurry.

They had just wasted too much time inside, and when they rushed to the door, the bronze door was slowly closing.

"Come quickly!" Zhang Hao ran forward while reaching out to the umbrella behind him.

Han Shan was weak and couldn't run as fast as Zhang Hao.

Seeing that the door was about to close, he slowed down his pace involuntarily.

"I can't run anymore." said Han San.

Zhang Hao also subconsciously stopped. "Then I won't go out either."

"Are you crazy? Do you want to stay here forever?" Han San rolled his eyes and started running again.

He held the hand that Zhang Hao extended to him, and was pulled out of the bronze door by Zhang Hao.

As the door slammed shut, Han Shan punched Zhang Hao hard on the shoulder.

"I warn you, don't have any inappropriate thoughts and don't think of yourself as a burden. I need you," said Zhang Hao.

Hansan: “…Yeah.”

After returning to the inn, Zhang Hao opened the book. The book was opened directly from the middle, so he saw that it was empty inside, like a book without words.

But the power that this book conveys to your hands is so real.

Zhang Hao suddenly received some kind of hint. He closed the book and turned to the first page again.

This time, words finally appeared in the book. These words were not in any font Zhang Hao had ever seen, but strangely, he understood the meaning of these words almost instantly.

After reading, Zhang Hao's hands dropped weakly and he closed the book.

Han Shan saw that Zhang Hao's fingertips seemed to be trembling.

"What does the book say?" Han San asked.

"The book records..." Zhang Hao found the contents of the book unbelievable. He pondered for a long time before finally finding his voice. "After practicing this book, I can overdraw my skills for several lifetimes in the future..."

"Overdraft?" Han Shan's concern was not how strong Zhang Hao could become, but what kind of backlash Zhang Hao would suffer. After all, overdraft always comes with a heavy price.

"Yes, I can obtain power that I cannot cultivate in several lifetimes, and gather them all to this moment, but the consequences are also very serious..." Han San swallowed and asked, "What consequences?"

Zhang Hao slowly raised his head and stared at the umbrella: "I will die, die forever, and even my soul will completely disappear."

"Didn't you say that you can overdraw several lifetimes? Doesn't that mean you have no future except for the next few lifetimes?" Han Shan felt it was unbelievable and afraid.

He opened the blank book and pointed at it, saying, "You didn't let me see my own book of life and death, but I saw it. In a thousand years, I will completely disappear, and the cause of death will be backlash..."

Isn’t the backlash that is usually referred to the result of going astray while practicing evil techniques?
Just like Lord Yan once said, people who go astray usually don’t have a good ending, and may even bear eternal infamy.

If this is my destiny, I might as well have no future at all.

After completing this task, you will be completely shattered, but perhaps you will still leave behind a good reputation.

Although this reputation is illusory for Zhang Hao, it is better than becoming a sinner for all eternity.

"Have you made up your mind? If you have, I won't try to persuade you anymore." Too many arguments would consume energy, and Zhang Hao was already exhausted, so he didn't want to dwell on it and just wanted to get an answer.

"I've decided. I'm going to use this book." Han Shan was silent for a long time and finally nodded.

"I see."

"I will take back my soul fire...sever the bond between you and me, so that no matter what happens to me in the future, you will not be taken with me."

Han Shan sneered: "You gave me something, and now you want it back? There is no such simple thing in this world!"

Hearing what he said, it seemed that he had no intention of returning it. But Zhang Hao understood that Han Shan was just telling him in this way that he would stay with him.

"If you follow me... you will also perish, forever. I'm only asking you this once today. If you regret it later, I won't give you another chance." There was no hesitation in Han Shan's eyes.

Zhang Hao scratched his head a little embarrassedly, then looked at Han Shan with an unprecedented serious look and said, "Disappearance is also another level of immortality. If I can be with you, it's not impossible."

After hearing this, Zhang Hao stopped persuading him and decided not to question any of Han San's decisions in the future.

"If I practice this technique... I will pay another price."

"What price?"

"I will lose all my emotions. In order to prevent me from doing something stupid in the future, I need you to use your hand to place a curse on me...Curse me to protect the people you want to protect. You have emotions, you understand me, and you know who I want to protect."

In other words, if this curse was cast, Zhang Hao would be placing all his feelings on Han Shan. This was a heavy burden, but Han Shan agreed without hesitation.

"Leave it to me, don't worry."

Without any worries, Zhang Hao went downstairs.

Fatty Wang was carrying soup out of the kitchen. When he saw Zhang Hao coming down, he called out, "There's a basket of buns in the kitchen. Bring it out for me!"

Zhang Hao obediently went to get the buns and stood in the hall. He saw Huo Xiuxiu putting away her sewing tools in the corner, and Hao Xie's desk was piled with commissions. From this angle, he could see a photo of him and Zhang Qilin on Hao Xie's phone screen.

Zhang Qilin has been missing for a long time...Zhang Hao feels that he should find him as soon as possible.

Noticing Zhang Hao's gaze, Hao Xie turned around, smiled guiltily, and put away his phone.

"Are you well rested?"

"Well, thank you for your hard work during this period."

"Then you should give me a raise!" Fatty Wang said while eating a bun. "Since I can't fight anymore, I have no extra income."

Zhang Hao smiled and threw out his bank card: "I usually spend little, so you can use this card to buy anything you want. From now on, this card will be the public card of our inn."

"Oh my God, how can you be so generous?!" Fatty Wang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

Although Fatty Wang said that, he still snatched the bank card and kissed it a few times as if it were a treasure.

"You gave me all your bank cards. It felt a bit like you were making arrangements for your final arrangements." As soon as the fat man said this, Hao Xie's face changed instantly.

“You’re not really making arrangements for your final arrangements, are you?” Hao Xie looked suspicious.

"You think too much!" Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly, "If I really want to make arrangements for my funeral, how could I just give you a bank card?"

"That's right." Hao Xie muttered and nodded, then sat down to eat.

Zhang Hao also joined everyone. There was laughter and joy at the dinner table, as if everyone had gotten rid of their fatigue and returned to the old days.

During the meal, Hao Xie always looked up at Zhang Hao strangely, as if he was suspicious of something, but he had no evidence and could only keep his words to himself. Han Shan noticed all this and wanted to remind him but was worried about bringing extra burden to Zhang Hao, so he could only choose to remain silent.

After dinner, Zhang Hao prepared to go upstairs while the others were still busy in the living room. Fatty Wang washed the dishes like an old maid. Rufeng, who hadn't been seen for a long time, also came back from his mission. As soon as he came back, he fell asleep on the sofa and Huo Xiuxiu couldn't wake him up no matter how hard she called him.

Zhang Hao watched all this with a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that he would see such a scene again in the future, but he always felt that if he lost his seven emotions and six desires, his mood would definitely be different when he saw this scene again.

Suddenly, Hao Xie looked up and his eyes met Zhang Hao's.

"Is there something on your mind?" Hao Xie asked.

"No." Zhang Hao replied.

"You can't hide it from me. Something is wrong with you today." Hao Xie stood up and walked towards Zhang Hao, as if he wanted to get to the point about this issue.

Zhang Hao helplessly stretched out his hand to stop him: "You really think too much, I'm fine, I just suddenly feel a little depressed."

Hearing this, Hao Xie stopped asking questions. Among all the people, Zhang Hao was under the greatest psychological pressure. Hao Xie couldn't understand his feelings at all, so he nodded and returned to his position to continue working.

Returning to the room, Zhang Hao locked the door. (End of this chapter)