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

"Xiao Mei, were you dazzled just now? There wasn't even a ghost along the way, so where did the human figure come from?"

"Xiao Mei, you must have been drinking secretly, there are no footprints along the way.

Besides, who would stay in this place deep in the mountains and old forests? No one would live here except us driving here!"

"Xiao Mei, did you see it wrong?"

On the mountain road, several anchors joked with each other and looked at Xiaomei with sarcasm.

In the era of online live streaming, beautiful women have more advantages, and Xiaomei is born with the ability to act coquettishly. Coupled with her good figure and fiery personality, she has gained millions of fans in just a few months.

Among all the anchors on the entire network, Xiaomei has always been among the top. Although she does not have many fans, she has many bosses who are willing to spend money to reward her.

Among the team, the others are far inferior to Xiaomei.

Normally everyone tries to please Xiaomei, but at this time, they gather together to complain about Xiaomei.

Xiaomei looked at them dissatisfiedly, stomped her feet hard, and said with some dissatisfaction:
"I really didn't see it wrong. Someone must have walked by just now. As for why there are no footprints, it may be because the wind on the mountain covered the footprints. It just rained, you know that."

Xiaomei complained while looking forward frequently.

In the darkness of the night, the road ahead is difficult to see clearly. The only thing that can be seen clearly is the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, there was a strange white hue on the hillside.

The white color seemed to have melted into the night-shining stone. When everyone looked at it, they always felt that something was flickering in front of their eyes, which was difficult to distinguish for a moment.

Xiaomei shook her head vigorously, pointed at the stone tablet in front of her, and said:

"Is that stone glowing? Does it look like there's something engraved on it?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment and turned their eyes to the stone tablet.

The stone tablet is located in the middle of the mountain road, at the intersection of two mountains.

"What on earth is this broken stone tablet used for? It's blocking the way here on purpose. It's obvious that they don't want us to drive up the mountain."

The yellow-haired man said with some dissatisfaction, and couldn't help but kicked him hard.

There was no writing on the stone tablet, only some special marks that were difficult to distinguish, as if they were scratched by the claws of a wild beast.

At this moment, the fat man in the team suddenly exclaimed and said excitedly:

"Boss, we are going to get rich today."

Hearing this, the yellow-haired man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the fat man with some dissatisfaction.

"Fatty, if you say I'm rich again, I'll beat you to death, believe it or not?"

The fat man graduated from the Department of Literature and History. It is said that his previous wish was to become an archaeologist, specializing in the excavation of folk customs and related cultural relics, and he was interested in all kinds of strange folk legends.

If the fat boy was a child of a wealthy family, it would be nothing to have such an interest, but the fat boy happened to be a child of a poor family.

His parents sent him to college, hoping that he could find a good job and have a bright future. However, after graduation, the fat boy had several interviews but was not accepted by any archaeological team.

Later, he tried to work in a museum, but found that with his limited knowledge, he could not even answer all the museum's interview questions.

According to general inertia, fat people will eventually become deliverymen or do a job that is completely unrelated to work, completely failing to live up to their parents' upbringing.

However, with the rise of the Internet age, the emergence of self-media and live streaming has saved these people who could hardly find jobs.

The fat guy joined Huangmao's company. Although he only had 200,000 or 300,000 fans, at least he was able to put his knowledge into practice. His parents told outsiders that their son was a decent person.

But Huangmao can't stand fat people.

He has been asking Fatty to change his style and stop doing historical research. Wouldn't it be more eye-catching to just throw in some gossip about ancient emperors and literati?

However, this fat guy was so persistent that he missed the best opportunity.

On today's online platforms, people like Fatty who are purely engaged in historical popularization do not have much traffic at all. On the contrary, those who explore celebrity gossip have hundreds of millions of fans.

Fans are money. Huangmao watched himself miss out on the loss of an account worth tens of millions, so he naturally blamed Fatty.

The fat man chuckled and scratched his head. He didn't care about the yellow-haired man's scolding, but pointed at the stone tablet and said:

"Boss, you may not know that this stone tablet itself is an antique. Its scientific name is Imperial Basalt, and it is made of a whole piece of basalt."

"Basalt is the stone door of the ancient emperor's tomb. It not only serves to isolate the outside world, but also has to depict the emperor's achievements.

This stone, for some reason, stands here, and there is no record of any emperor on it. Could it be an abandoned imperial basalt?"

Thinking of this, he looked around and gazed towards the mountains, but his vision was blocked and he could only see the thick night.

"Strange, the fog wasn't this thick just now, why is it suddenly foggy now?"

The fat man muttered and scratched his scalp.

The yellow-haired man obviously didn't hear the fat man's nagging, his attention was attracted by the word "emperor".

"Fatty, what did you just say? Is this stone a treasure used for the emperor's burial?"

Huangmao said excitedly, his breathing extremely rapid.

The fat man thought the boss wanted to know the value of the stone tablet, so he said with a smile:

"Boss, our trip was not in vain. This stone can be sold for at least one or two million..."

"You idiot! Did I ask you how much the stone is worth? I'm talking about the emperor's tomb. Is there really an emperor's tomb here?"

The yellow-haired man said eagerly, licking his lips excitedly.

A stone tablet worth a million is indeed very valuable, but for an internet anchor, one million will not take long to spend.

You know, the monthly network operating fee alone is as high as millions.

In order to promote Xiaomei, he spent nearly 2000 million a year, most of which was used to buy hot searches, and some was used to pretend to be a big brother in the live broadcast room.

To reward the anchor, someone must take the lead in rewarding, so that it will be effective.

His money was returned in full, and the audience's money was split 70% and 30%.

He doesn't care about the 100 million, he cares about the emperor's tomb.

If he could lead people to dig out an emperor's tomb, no matter how many valuable treasures were in the tomb, the mere gimmick of the host discovering the tomb and the royal treasures would be enough to attract attention from all parties.

By then, he can try to get some popularity from various museums and then buy an official identity, and the money will come, right?

Compared to this money, what is a stone tablet?
However, the fat man looked conflicted when he heard this.

"Boss, Feng Shui is not my strong point. The emperor's tomb must first be considered Feng Shui, and the method to grasp the dragon vein is to be located at the top of the mountain, observe the vitality and water veins and even the stars, in order to make a judgment."

The fat man wanted to make a long speech, but he saw the yellow-haired man had already taken the lead in the charge.

"Stop talking nonsense. We have to climb to the top of the mountain to find out the Feng Shui location, right?"

The yellow-haired man was most impatient with the fat man's pedantic air and interrupted him directly.

The fat man smacked his lips twice, obviously not satisfied, but the boss asked urgently and he had to keep his job, so he could only nod and said:
"Boss, we have to find the highest mountain."

Huang Mao looked up and looked around when he heard this, but he couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, the mountain was already filled with thick fog.

He suddenly remembered what the fat man had just said.

Why is there suddenly fog in this mountain?
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was something staring at him in the fog.

Could it be that Xiaomei was not lying, and there really was someone watching them in the mountains?

Huangmao was startled for no reason and shook his head vigorously to dispel the strange feeling in his heart.

The fog was a bit too thick. Although it was still raining when they were on the mountain just now, at least they could see the mountain road on the opposite side. But now that they had entered the mountain, the fog around them seemed to come alive and was as sticky as glue.

After walking a few meters forward and looking back, it seemed that I could no longer see my companions.

Huangmao was startled and quickly took a few steps back, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xiaomei and the others.

"There won't be ghosts in this mountain, will there? Xiaomei, the fog is so thick, how did you see that figure just now?"

The topic finally returned to Xiaomei, but Xiaomei still had a cold face. Knowing that everyone still didn't believe it, she raised her hand and pointed to the mountain road ahead.

"I really didn't lie to you. If you go up this road, you will reach the first mountain in the Evil Valley, which is also the shortest mountain in the Evil Valley."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't expect Xiaomei to have such a good memory.

Although they were looking at the map along the way, no one paid attention to the specific details.

"Don't worry about that for now. Let's get to the top of the mountain first. There should be no fog when we get there."

Huangmao was concerned about the emperor's tomb and spoke immediately.

The crowd moved forward again, and not long after they left, a figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road.

This person had his head on the ground and his feet facing upwards, and was actually walking by banging his head against the ground.

The bang bang bang sounds echoed in the foggy mountain road, sounding particularly strange.

This strange man's forehead was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with resentment, as if he had already set his sights on Xiaomei and the others.

However, just as he was about to catch up with the mountain road, a strange voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"I didn't expect there's another one here, but it's a bit too shabby. Forget it, let's just have a bite first!"

A strange laugh was heard, and the man who was originally lying on the ground suddenly widened his eyes. There was a deep look of fear in his resentful eyes.

He seemed to have seen his natural enemy. He lay on the ground in extreme fear and scratched the ground desperately, as if trying to dig a hole to crawl into.

However, at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and a vortex appeared in the fog.

A figure walked out of the whirlpool, his body covered in blood, as if he had just emerged from a pool of blood.

There were several eyeballs entwined in his hands, spinning back and forth like stone balls.

This person was none other than Wei Sihao.

He went into the mountains to hunt, and in just a short while, he had captured more than a dozen people from the Evil Valley.

It's funny that these people in the Valley of Evil see him as prey, but they don't know that the real prey is themselves.

Without Zhang Hao's control, Wei Sihao finally burst out with his terrifying strength.

The zombie aura filled the air. No matter who the other person was, he would be controlled by him in an instant. He could not struggle but could only scream. In the blink of an eye, he had entered Wei Sihao's stomach.

In a short while, Wei Sihao had eaten more than a dozen people, but he still felt unsatisfied.

It’s a pity that all the prey in the mountains were alarmed and hid in various nests in the mountains.

He had gone to great lengths to find one in this fog, so how could he let it go?

Just as he was about to eat the other person, he saw a person walking out of the fog not far away.

"Old Wei, you've already eaten a lot, let this go for now."

The man said, with a commanding tone in his voice.

The person hanging upside down in the pile of dirt was trembling all over. He was extremely terrified, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Who is this person? How could he give orders to this evil creature? Isn’t he afraid of getting angry?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard that the peerless devil who had been so arrogant just now actually showed a hint of calmness.

"I'm not full yet. I have to eat to my heart's content today no matter what! These people are evil. Eating them is like enforcing justice. You won't even control me for this, right?"

Wei Sihao said somewhat unhappily.

Hearing this, Zhang Hao said with a smile:
"I don't care about you, but I have to remind you that most of the people in this Valley of Evil are trash. But with so many trash, there will inevitably be a few who are smart. If you accidentally fall into a trap, don't expect me to save you."

Wei Sihao was so busy eating that he completely forgot about the danger. This was a terrible sign.

Zhang Hao thought of the matter of Xie Zun.

Xie Zun's strength was unrivaled in the world, and at that time he had forced himself and others into a desperate situation.

If he had not happened to open the stone door and entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Isolation Array, the entire army would have been nearly wiped out.

Isn't Xie Zun very powerful? Does Xie Zun look upon himself in the same way as he looks upon the people of the Valley of Evil?
But what about the results?

The result was that Xie Zun died tragically, while he himself remained at large.

Under the hands of Xie Zun, he could not even withstand a single attack, but because of good luck, he obtained a new inheritance and thus gained new power.

He didn't care if Wei Sihao ate a few desperate people, he just wanted to give Wei Sihao some advice.

If you eat too much, be careful of indigestion.

Wei Sihao looked at Zhang Hao thoughtfully and nodded silently.

He was indeed a little too presumptuous, thinking that he could do whatever he wanted with Zhang Hao as his backer.

But he forgot one thing.

Although Zhang Hao could save him, when the real crisis occurred, he might not be able to wait for Zhang Hao to rescue him.

Sometimes, a crisis comes too quickly and there is no time to react.

Thinking of this, Wei Sihao sighed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stepped back.

"This guy is lucky, spare his life. If you have any questions, just ask."

The person hanging upside down on the ground slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Hao in fear and anxiety.

Is he saved?
However, when he saw Zhang Hao's eyes clearly, his whole body trembled suddenly. He lowered his head again, and his body shook even more violently.

He actually saw an unprecedented depth and murderous intent in Zhang Hao's eyes.

This murderous aura made him feel like he was falling into an abyss. (End of this chapter)