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

"...I left him several unique internal skills that could help him rapidly improve his strength. In exchange, he gave me the spiritual energy he collected."

Even though it was just an excuse, Zhang Hao believed it because it really sounded like something Fu Rong would do.

"I still hope you can give priority to the plan I give you. Others may have plans for you, but I won't."

Zhang Hao's words were like needles piercing Han Shan's heart, making him even more painful.

If he had trusted Zhang Hao more at that time, perhaps he would not have fallen into such a bad situation...

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The power of the Demon Lord has spread to the south.

Many small sects were destroyed by the Demon Lord's men. After Zhang Miaomiao learned that Zhang Hao was in the south, she also sent a letter, hoping that if something happened to her, he would be able to inherit the sect and prevent it from completely perishing.

Now Zhang Miaomiao no longer cares whether the sect is orthodox or not, this is the only thing she can do...

Just like the situation in the north, the families of the deceased Taoists were in a panic, fearing that the doom of world destruction would befall them first.

For ordinary people, the so-called destruction is the death of home and family.

The Demon Lord will not attack ordinary people, and the ascetics become the first targets.

Among the southern forces, Fu Rong is the only one that is powerful. Those students who had been trying their best to get into the sect are now kneeling outside the main hall and kowtowing, praying to graduate to avoid the impending disaster.

One, two, three... In the end, most of the disciples in the sect knelt outside the hall.

Not long ago, they were devout believers, but now, only a very small number are willing to stay.

"This is human nature." Zhang Hao walked through the kneeling students and pushed open the door. As expected, Fu Rong was meditating in the center of the hall. It was not the Heavenly Master who was in seclusion and not seeing people as the chief disciple said.

When they saw Fu Rong, the students knelt down and came forward to pray for graduation.

In fact, they could just run away, but they needed a proof to prove that they had nothing to do with the sect, so as to avoid being hunted down.

After Zhang Hao entered, Fu Rong waved and closed the door. As soon as the door was closed, the sounds outside disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Hao teased with a wry smile: "You would also choose to escape? This is not your style."

"Is style important? I hope that the remaining disciples can think carefully and be willing to sacrifice themselves for the people of the world. When disaster strikes, they will not flee in panic, but unite to resist... But now it seems that not even one out of ten people are left."

Fu Rong stood up, shook his head and sighed: "This is human nature."

"Yes, this is human nature, it's human nature. Everyone is afraid, and they are not willing to take responsibility just because they have the ability. If there really are people like that, they are not ordinary people. Human nature does not apply to ordinary people at all. Everyone has two sides. If one side is good, then the other side is not visible to others. Aren't you and I both like this?"

Zhang Hao wanted to end it all, while Fu Rong wanted to expand his fame and satisfy his vanity.

The so-called strong men and saviors are nothing more than people with their own thoughts.

While they were talking, the noisy crowd outside the door suddenly became quiet due to the arrival of a little girl.

Wherever the little girl passed, people fainted and fell to the ground instantly. Although they were breathing normally, they had lost their vitality.

Fu Rong in the hall noticed something strange.

His eyes suddenly widened and he shouted to Zhang Hao, "No, there's someone outside!"

Perhaps the only thing that could make Fu Rong react like this is...

The two looked towards the door at the same time, only to see that the door that was originally sealed by the barrier was instantly bounced open.

A gust of wind blew and they closed their eyes involuntarily.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a little girl in a yellow dress standing at the door.

The little girl had a smile on her face, her hands behind her back, her posture was innocent, and even her eyes were full of smiles.

But both of them knew that this was just an illusion.

Zhang Hao walked forward and raised his head slightly.

"You're here so soon? I thought you were going to create more momentum and let the people here experience more pain."

Fu Rong tried to sit up from the ground, but found himself completely powerless. At that moment, he was stunned by the little girl's power and could not resist at all!
"You guys seem to be doing quite well here. It's only been a few days and you've already got everything in place." A seemingly childish little girl spoke such mature words. The contrast made Fu Rong feel a little uneasy.

He thought, is this guy here to kill me? Am I going to die here without any preparation? Is there really no other way out?

Zhang Hao took a step forward, protecting Fu Rong behind him, and said to the little girl, the Demon Lord, "Given your personality, you are not here to destroy the whole family, right?"

He knew very well that the Demon Lord loved to play with people's hearts and torture people. The Demon Lord would never let things end easily before he had paid a sufficient price.

Sure enough, the Demon Lord nodded, and then refocused her attention on Zhang Hao. She circled around Zhang Hao a few times, with a gleam of mockery and evil humor in her eyes.

"You are really different now than you were before. We are so familiar with each other that I almost didn't recognize you." The Demon Lord's words were meaningful, as if he knew everything, but also seemed to be hiding something.

"So what are you here for this time?" Zhang Hao finally got the topic back on track.

The Demon Lord turned his gaze to Fu Rong again: "Of course I came here for this famous Heavenly Master. When I was in the north, I often heard about you. I think you wouldn't mind if I gave you a small gift?"

What good could a meeting gift from the Demon Lord be? Fu Rong was about to retort when he saw the Demon Lord wave his hand, and a mysterious force surged into his body. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either, as if at this moment, he had gained something and lost something.

Zhang Hao turned around and looked at Fu Rong with surprise and panic in his eyes for the first time. This was the first time he showed such an expression since he lost his emotions.

Only Zhang Hao knew what had just happened... The Demon Lord had cursed Fu Rong, a curse exactly the same as the one on him.

The solution to this curse requires someone who cares about you to sacrifice his life for you. However, for someone like Fu Rong, who would be willing to sacrifice his life for him? Although he has many disciples and followers, when disaster strikes, most people think about how to escape rather than sharing the hardship with their sect.

"What did you do to me!" Fu Rong's vitality and power magnetic field seemed to be rapidly weakening.

"I think Zhang Hao will be happy to explain to you what this is." The Demon Lord left with a big laugh, as if he had done nothing, yet as if he had done everything.

After the Demon Lord left, Fu Rong couldn't wait to ask Zhang Hao: "What on earth is this?"

"It's just a curse..."

"What kind of curse? Why does my body feel so strange?" Fu Rong pinched his neck, not knowing how to reject this strange feeling, and not knowing what mood to face it with.

Zhang Hao said slowly in a cold and inhumane tone: "This curse is that if you want to survive, you must sacrifice someone you care about every year or half a year. By sacrificing their lives, you can prolong your own life."

"Are you kidding me?!" Fu Rong exploded, rushed to Zhang Hao and grabbed his collar tightly.

"How can there be such a curse in this world? You must be lying to me, right?!" Fu Rong's voice was trembling. He almost believed what Zhang Hao said, but was unwilling to accept this fact.

Sacrificing the ones you love to prolong your life? Even if you survive this way, how can you live with peace of mind in the future?
Was he torturing people's hearts or bodies? Zhang Hao still remembered the pain, and it was still vivid in his heart. But so what? He had survived those days, and what replaced them was a feeling of emptiness and powerlessness. You know who did this to you, but you can't take revenge.

Even now that they have such capabilities, they must be cautious and careful. Is it useful? No. Facing such a powerful enemy, everything they do seems pitiful and ridiculous.

Just then, someone suddenly broke in from outside the door.

Zhang Hao remembered that girl, the female disciple who led the way when Fu Rong invited him to the mountain. At that time, he thought she was just after fame and fortune or some other purpose, but he didn't expect that she would be the first one to stand up and be willing to sacrifice her life.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but look at Fu Rong and found that his reaction was exactly the same as his own. His eyes were full of anger, disbelief, regret, and more confusion. Fu Rong was a little luckier than himself. He knew something earlier and had a chance to save the situation. But he could only watch Han Shan sacrifice his life and was powerless to save the situation.

"Don't be like this, go home quickly, today is your final day of apprenticeship." Fu Rong used almost any words to prevent his beloved disciple from sacrificing himself.

But the female apprentice did not give Fu Rong too much time to hesitate. She quickly pulled out a dagger from her waist and stabbed it into her neck at a very fast speed. The dagger almost penetrated her neck, blood gushed out, but she had a satisfied smile on her face.

"I'm different from them... I love you." After saying that, she closed her eyes forever.

Zhang Hao did not see the soul escape from the gradually cooling body, which meant that her sacrifice was successful, and her life was directly dedicated to Fu Rong, allowing him to survive. At this moment, they were indeed the most important people in each other's lives.

Zhang Hao recalled the suffocating heartache when Han Shan sacrificed himself. Seeing Fu Rong kneeling on the ground, holding the corpse with disbelief on his face, he could imagine how deep Fu Rong's pain was at the moment. But Zhang Hao himself could no longer feel that kind of pain, or even understand it.

He walked out of the room slowly, and the people outside were still lying on the ground. So many people, but they were not as determined as a female disciple. It seemed that Fu Rong had not really won the hearts of the people. Or, in this situation where everyone was in danger, people's hearts were both humble and tough. In order to survive, they could sacrifice everything without hesitation.

Zhang Hao turned around, looked at Fu Rong who was still in shock, and said directly: "I have a secret technique that can overdraw your power for several future lives, but the price is that you may lose your future forever. Do you want it?"

"……don't want."

"Don't you want to defeat the Demon Lord with your own strength?"

"Yes, and I will. I will work harder and become the strongest person no matter what... But I can't lose my future."

Fu Rong has been through a lot in his life. He was abandoned by his family at the age of three, and started practicing in his own sect at the age of ten. Now he is only twenty years old, but there is no one around him who knows him well. Jasmine was the only person who had a special place in his heart, but now she is gone too.

"I want to be with her in my next life... I have to sacrifice my life to be with her forever. So I can't lose my future."

Looking at Fu Rong, Zhang Hao hesitated whether to tell him the truth. Jasmine's soul had been sacrificed forever, and there was no trace of her in the world.

Finally, Zhang Hao said nothing and turned to leave. When he was going down the mountain, a red paper crane fell from the sky, carrying the scent of hibiscus.

"The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. If you want to know the truth, don't trust others, trust your own eyes." Furong has the ability to see through the mysteries of heaven, and these words are the biggest hint she can give.

Zhang Hao didn't know what kind of revenge Fu Rong would choose, but it would definitely be different from his own. After going down the mountain, Han Shan was waiting by the car. As usual, he didn't show his emotions, and always looked gentle and cold. Only when facing himself would he raise his arms and show a sunny smile. Zhang Hao didn't understand the emotions behind that smile, nor did he understand why he was smiling every time.

"Let's go find the Demon Lord."

"Who?!"

"Demon Lord... I suddenly wonder, if Demon Lord hadn't experienced what happened to Lord Yan, what kind of person would she have become..."

In a villa on the outskirts of Sihanoukville, a girl in bright red leather shoes paces lightly. Her steps are like dancing, with a unique rhythm and seeming like a casual stroll.

At this time, a bodyguard in a black suit approached with a document in his hand.

"News came from the hospital. The gentleman said he will wake up soon. Here is the bill for this month." The bodyguard reported.

The Demon Lord still walked with a brisk pace, and even raised his arms and waved them in the air, as if he was dancing with an invisible partner.

"Well, pay the money." The Demon Lord ordered.

The bodyguard turned around and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

"Madam, you know very well that the person on the bed will never wake up! The soul that should be in that body is already in you!" The bodyguard's words were filled with confusion.

The lady spent thousands of years to create a body similar to her lover with the essence of heaven and earth. The original purpose was to release the sealed power and let the beloved merge with it. Even if there is a risk of being rejected, the remaining power can also support the lady.

However, the bodyguard never expected that the lady herself absorbed the power that she had longed for for a thousand years.

The soulless body in the hospital seemed alive, but in fact it had never really lived.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord stopped and raised his eyes. The coldness in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze everything in an instant.

The bodyguard realized that he had said something wrong and knelt down immediately.

"Ma'am, I am being too nosy again, but I just think that if you continue like this, you will only suffer. Is there really no way to resolve your hatred?"

The Demon Lord turned his head and did not look at the bodyguard, but asked in a tone that was almost casual: "How long have you been following me?" (End of this chapter)