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

Wei Sihao's voice echoed among the mountains. Zhang Hao leaned over to the door and looked out. He saw a stream of light appearing from time to time on the gloomy mountain road. It was obvious that everyone in the Evil Valley was alarmed.

Zhang Hao felt helpless, Wei Sihao really couldn't stand his temper.

But he didn't blame Wei Sihao.

Anyone who has been hungry for hundreds of years would probably not be able to resist if a feast suddenly appeared in front of them.

Zhang Hao asked himself, if he were in Wei Sihao's shoes, he would do the same.

As he was thinking, he saw a stream of light suddenly rush into the room. The old man who was originally lying straight on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and his mouth moved.

Just when Zhang Hao thought that the old man would change strangely, he saw the old man suddenly open his mouth. At the same time, a strange baby crying sound was heard.

Two extremely delicate little hands directly pierced the old man's bones, and there was actually a ball of flesh hidden in his thin and bony skeleton.

"Sure enough, this old man was the one being sacrificed, and the one who was truly resurrected was actually hidden in this old man's body."

Zhang Hao just looked around the room and didn't find anything unusual. Now he thought that the other party was also a smart man. He knew that nothing could be hidden in the house, so he simply hid the secret in the old man's stomach.

However, this old man was so frail that ordinary people would never intentionally explore his body.

Cold murderous aura and resentment permeated the old man's body. The two lumps of flesh struggled with each other and gradually merged into a larger lump of flesh.

Zhang Hao remained calm and watched quietly.

After a moment, the meat ball and the old man merged into one. Then, with a bang, the meat ball suddenly exploded, and the old man's body slowly sat up.

Two fleshy balls grew in his hollow eye sockets, glowing slightly red. When he looked at Zhang Hao, a hideous and strange smile appeared on his stiff face.

"What are you laughing at, am I funny?"

Zhang Hao said calmly and punched him.

Even without the earth energy, with his strength it would be easy for him to deal with these half-baked people from the Evil Valley.

The people in the Evil Valley obviously did not expect Zhang Hao's strength to be so terrifying.

The old man struggled hurriedly, but with his strength, he couldn't hurt Zhang Hao at all.

Zhang Hao's fists left no room for the old man to escape, and after a few punches, the old man was almost collapsed.

Or perhaps the old man was already dead, and the energy that kept him moving was just the residual energy in the earth veins.

Even a zombie like Wei Sihao was beaten into a good man by Zhang Hao, let alone an old ghost.

However, during the fight, Zhang Hao also discovered something interesting.

Lao Gui’s strength is indeed not enough, but he is very resilient.

Zhang Hao drilled holes into his head several times, but in the blink of an eye, the old man would be back to normal.

Zhang Hao did not use too much earth vein energy, but only used ordinary fists.

He found that the old man was a punching bag, and a very competent one at that, able to recover no matter how many times he was beaten.

Since coming out of retirement, Zhang Hao has never felt so refreshed.

Punch after punch, after Zhang Hao had thrown hundreds of punches, the old man finally closed his eyes.

There was a hint of grievance and depression on his ferocious face.

Perhaps even he himself did not expect that after he spent so much effort to finally complete the resurrection, the first thing he did after waking up was to be beaten like a sandbag.

If he were given another chance, I'm afraid he would never use this method again.

"Ok?"

Zhang Hao stretched his muscles a few times and suddenly froze.

After the old man fell to the ground, all the auras dissipated and he turned into a piece of dead wood.

This turned out to be a humanoid puppet.

Zhang Hao is no stranger to puppets.

This kind of thing had appeared many times in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Isolation Array. At that time, Lao Bao and Getu were in deep trouble. If he had not arrived in time, the two would have been trained into puppets.

Because of his huge size and full of masculine energy, Getu was noticed by a female ghost in red, who sealed him in a coffin and refined him into a puppet to serve as her ghost bridegroom.

Lao Bao is even more miserable, as his body is treated as a puppet. Although the old ghost that parasitizes on him has no ill intentions, a ghost is a ghost, and occupying a living person's body for a long time will eventually cause some harm to the human body.

After that, the incident in Shibei Village further verified Zhang Hao's idea.

And now, he actually saw the puppet technique again.

However, this puppet technique is very funny. It consumes a lot of means, and the puppets produced do not even have a trace of vitality. They are just of the lowest level.

"But even if it is low-level, the puppet technique has a way of inheritance, so it shouldn't appear here."

Zhang Hao was thoughtful.

Having inheritance and having no inheritance are simply two extremes.

Those who have inheritance, no matter how weak they are, will eventually grow into a big tree. But without inheritance, blindly practicing will only hurt others and oneself in the end.

In his opinion, the Evil Valley was just a group of uncultivated rabble, not worth worrying about at all. However, among these people, there was actually a guy with real inheritance, which really surprised him.

"Who is the owner of this thing?"

Zhang Hao thought thoughtfully.

However, he didn't know that the owner of this place, whom he was curious about, had already been killed by Wei Sihao.

Zhang Hao thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only take the half piece of wood out.

However, in the next room, perhaps because Wei Sihao had alarmed the enemy, no matter which door Zhang Hao opened, there was no smell.

Not only the breath of the living, but even the breath of the dead is gone, as if these wooden houses in the mountains have all been turned into mountain villas for tourists to vacation in.

"This is the Valley of the Evil. The Valley of the Evil has been operating here for decades. It is impossible that they don't have a second nest."

Zhang Hao came out of the last room and sighed helplessly.

First there was the finger monster, and then the puppet technique. He thought there were surprises in other rooms as well, but he was greatly disappointed.

However, after Wei Sihao's disturbance, Zhang Hao discovered another strange thing.

At this moment, in the mountains, except for the mountain where he was, the other mountains seemed to have no breath.

How could there be no one in such a strange Valley of Evil?
Wei Sihao caused a commotion just now, did these people escape?

The wooden houses on this mountain are all abandoned. What about the next mountain?

There are many mountains near the Valley of Evil. Even if they can give up one, can they give up all of them?

Zhang Hao took a step in the air and arrived at another mountain peak.

This mountain is taller, but also more primitive. The road is extremely difficult to travel on, as if the mountain road is full of withered obstacles.

Layers of dead trees and branches connected to each other, blocking the road together. Zhang Hao used the energy of the earth veins to condense it into a sickle and waved it at will.

The dead branches were chopped off, revealing layers of gray-black sap that emitted an extremely foul smell.

Zhang Hao sniffed it a few times and immediately showed a look of disgust on his face. This smell was actually slightly poisonous.

He had just arrived at a platform when he saw a figure standing on the platform, looking at him coldly. The so-called platform was just a large stone attached to the cliffs between the mountains, and no one would disturb it easily.

Perhaps even the owner of this stone platform did not expect that even though there were various obstacles here, there were still people who could survive.

The man stared at Zhang Hao coldly, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he suddenly waved his hand, and a cold air gradually spread over Zhang Hao's body.

At this time, the earth vein energy in Zhang Hao's hand had dissipated, as if he had turned back into an ordinary person.

There was not a trace of breath on his body, but only Zhang Hao himself knew that as long as he stepped on the ground, the energy of the earth veins would be available to him at any time.

When he was at Canglong Mountain, he didn't dare to use it because the energy of the earth veins had become saturated, but now the earth has become one.

The earth veins of Canglong Mountain were completely blocked, so it was just a lake. Now, after thousands of years of accumulation, the lake is about to burst its banks.

Zhang Hao didn't dare to move around in Canglong Mountain at will, but after he entered the new world, the veins of heaven and earth were connected into one, like an endless ocean, with no bottom in sight.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Zhang Hao can mobilize the energy of the earth veins, he can remain invincible even when facing the siege of thousands of people.

He might not be able to kill so many people, but he could achieve immortality.

"This person is interesting."

Zhang Hao looked at the shadow on the stone platform and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This person was obviously a man, but he had long hair and wore a female ghost's robe, as if he was a vengeful ghost in the mountains.

He had just seen the puppet technique and the perverted murderer. What was this person, a perverted crossdresser?

Zhang Hao smiled faintly, and a flash of light appeared in his hand, turning into a ray of light, illuminating the man on the stone platform.

After the lights were turned on, the scenes of the ten surrounding stages were also revealed.

There are more than a dozen large black and red flags planted around the stone platform. On each flagpole, there are strange runes and special talismans carved. At a glance, there seem to be some strange traces on these talismans.

This is another place for sacrifice, but I don’t know if it was successful?
The man was obviously a little afraid of Zhang Hao.

He took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows.

Zhang Hao looked at the other person coldly and did not stop him from leaving.

It would have been easy for him to kill this man, but he didn't do it.

It doesn't matter when an ant dies. It is most useful to let him create some value before he dies.

Zhang Hao walked up to the stone platform and pulled out a flagpole.

As soon as the flagpole was pulled out, a gap suddenly appeared on the cliff next to it.

With a bang, rocks collapsed and bursts of dark energy surged out from the mountain gate.

The cold atmosphere was filled with a strange murderous intent.

If it were an ordinary person, this breath alone would be enough to scare him to death.

However, Zhang Hao's expression was extremely calm. He looked indifferently at the darkness in the cave and walked in.

A rotten and moldy smell emanated from the narrow passage, and the stone walls were filled with damp water droplets, as if there had once been a mountain lake here.

This cave has been transformed by someone.

Zhang Hao first opened a curtain and found that it was covered with colors. It should have recorded some kind of scene, but it had already rotted in such a humid environment and the specific content could not be distinguished.

There were no decorations in the cave, except for a pitch-black sarcophagus at the deepest part.

The coffin was fixed with four chains and placed in mid-air on a stone platform.

It is definitely not a good sign if the coffin does not fall to the ground.

According to burial customs, if the coffin does not touch the ground, there are two possible causes.

One is that the owner of the coffin is not dead yet, and the coffin is left behind just for future preparations.

In this way, people can be buried immediately after death without any delay.

To put it bluntly, this situation shows that the elderly's children and grandchildren are unreliable.

This made the old man feel uneasy, so he prepared a coffin for himself in advance.

However, whether it is due to the unfilial behavior of the children and grandchildren or the elderly themselves, it is ultimately just a folk custom and will not affect others.

The second possibility is what Zhang Hao cares about.

According to legend, if someone dies with great resentment and dies with his eyes open, after placing him in the coffin, he cannot be buried immediately. Instead, he must be roasted with flames to remove the strong resentment from his body.

The specific time varies. Some people only need to bake for a few days, while others need to bake for dozens or even hundreds of years.

A zombie of Wei Sihao's level should be a top-level zombie that would take hundreds of years to relieve its resentment.

But no matter how long it takes, the resentment is enough to cause the corpse to mutate, which is not a good thing.

Zhang Hao didn't know what kind of coffin this was.

The energy of the earth veins condensed in Zhang Hao's hands. He stretched out his hand and slowly pressed it on the coffin, but was surprised to find that the coffin was already covered with grease.

These oils are made from animal blood and special oils. Zhang Hao put them in front of his nose and smelled them. They contained black dog blood, incense ash, cinnabar and other things that can drive away evil spirits.

Zhang Hao thought about it silently, feeling even more surprised.

Could it be that his guess was right, and there really was an unformed zombie sealed in the coffin here?

Bang.

Zhang Hao didn't imagine anything and just pushed the coffin open.

No matter what it is, just open it and you will know.

If it is a zombie, kill it; if it is not a zombie, bury it in peace. This can be considered as giving him an explanation.

He is not the kid from before, but a super master who has inherited many kinds of heritage and is even more powerful than the Evil Emperor.

Zhang Hao had been very cautious in Canglong Mountain before and developed a cautious character, but he also knew that Canglong Mountain was too special and could not be treated as a routine.

Any one of the inheritances in Canglong Mountain who were to be brought to the outside world would be a top master, capable of carrying on the tradition and establishing a school, becoming a great master.

In the outside world, such as the Valley of Evil, I am afraid that all the people added together cannot catch up with a master in Stone Tablet Village.

Although the people of Shibei Village cannot escape from the village, they can rely on their own heritage to create a lifelike illusion. Even after the disappearance of the village chief, the illusion can still be maintained for hundreds of years.

This ability is so horrifying that even the outside world would find it impossible, let alone having heard of it.

"Old Wei, what the hell are you doing?"

Zhang Hao frowned.

Outside the cave, there were bursts of screams. It was obvious that Wei Sihao had caused something new.

These bandits in the mountains are not strong, so just kill them directly. Why make such a big fuss?

However, just as Zhang Hao was thinking, he suddenly heard a loud noise outside.

Then, thunder rumbled and heavy rain poured down. (End of this chapter)