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

On the other side, Zhang Qilin was tracking Bill and others all night, but gradually found that their behavior became extremely strange.

He observed secretly and found that even when he stopped to rest, those people still acted terrified as if they had seen a ghost.

As members of the same Nine-Headed Bird, why are they so afraid of their companions?
It was not until the sky gradually brightened that Zhang Qilin chose to give up the pursuit and instead took a team of corpses to an abandoned farmhouse outside the city as a temporary resting place.

As night fell, he rang the bell again to lead the corpses forward.

"Ring, ring, ring..." As the bells rang, the corpses raised their arms forward as usual, but their steps seemed a little unsteady.

Zhang Qilin carefully examined the general talisman on the forehead of each corpse and found that the color of the talisman was actually fading.

He recalled Zhang Hao's warning: the general's talisman can not only suppress the evil spirit of the corpse, but also monitor the abnormal changes of the corpse. Once the talisman disappears, it means that the corpse can no longer be moved.

Zhang Qilin secretly sighed in his heart, Zhang Hao was really thoughtful.

Although he could draw the Great General Talisman himself, it was far less effective than the talisman drawn by Zhang Hao in suppressing corpse transformation. Looking at the change in the color of the talisman, he couldn't help but start to worry whether these corpses had begun to mutate.

As he pondered, he suddenly realized that these corpses had no other abnormalities except that they had recently come into contact with the Nine-headed Bird. Therefore, he guessed that the changes in the corpses might be related to the Nine-headed Bird.

In order to complete the task as soon as possible, Zhang Qilin decided to put on a magic talisman and send the body to the military area as quickly as possible.

He estimated the distance and found that he was not far from the military area.

So he rang the corpse-driving bell again, muttered something, and led the corpse forward quickly.

At the same time, at the entrance of Fengmen Village, a middle-aged man was standing and watching.

He has dark skin, a big nose, and a simple appearance.

When he saw the yellow talisman paper pasted on the ancient well at the entrance of the village, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. This talisman paper made him sure that the place he was looking for was in this village.

The man's name is Tiezhu and he is from Sanjiashan Village.

The purpose of his trip was to come to the Yin Yang Inn to invite Zhang Hao out of retirement.

However, Fengmen Village has a special geographical location and the architectural layout of the village is also unique.

It is easy for outsiders to get lost when they enter the village for the first time.

Therefore, after asking many people, Tiezhu finally found the location of the Yin Yang Inn.

Standing at the entrance of the alley and looking inside, Tiezhu couldn't help but frown.

He discovered that a thin layer of mist was floating next to the Yin-Yang Inn, making the entire inn look quite strange.

He walked to the door and his eyes were attracted by two lanterns hanging at the door with the words "Yin and Yang" written on them.

For some reason, whenever he saw these two lanterns, an inexplicable fear would always surge in his heart.

Tiezhu took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to stick his head inside the door, and then asked, "Excuse me, is the master here?" As soon as he finished speaking, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared at the door - Fatty Wang and Hao Xie. Seeing the appearance of familiar faces, Tiezhu immediately smiled.

After some greetings, Tiezhu learned that Zhang Hao was the great teacher he was looking for.

He gratefully told Fatty Wang that their village chief had woken up because of Zhang Hao's method, and said that now the whole village knew and respected the great master.

After hearing this, Fatty Wang smiled and patted Tiezhu on the shoulder to congratulate him, and invited him to go into the yard to rest and wait for Zhang Hao to come out to meet him.

When Zhang Hao walked out of the room, Tiezhu stared at the shopkeeper who was younger than Fatty Wang with wide eyes, and was stunned, "This... is this the Master?" His heart was full of doubts and respect.

"Hello, sir!" Tiezhu stared at Zhang Hao for a moment, then bowed deeply and greeted him respectfully.

Zhang Hao smiled indifferently and looked Tiezhu up and down. From his appearance, he was obviously a loyal and honest man.

So he gently asked, "Is your village chief's condition getting better?"

Tiezhu nodded hurriedly and replied, "Thanks to your help, sir. When I first mentioned your suggestion to the villagers, they were skeptical. I couldn't wait to explain, so I hurried to the train station and wanted to ask you to come in person."

"But I didn't expect that the village chief's illness would be cured before I left the village!" Tiezhu's face showed a look of surprise and regret. "However, speaking of the village chief's illness, it's really strange. How could a healthy person suddenly become like that?"

He recalled the weird scene of the village chief eating catfish raw, and couldn't help feeling sick.

He shook his head and continued, "Fortunately, we have the great advice of the master, otherwise the village chief's life would be in danger."

Zhang Hao nodded slightly, thinking in his heart, "Evil spirits" usually don't approach people on their own initiative, and people will only be disturbed if they accidentally provoke them. It seems that the village chief may have done something he shouldn't have done, which caused him to provoke this "Evil spirit".

Tie Zhu looked at Zhang Hao pleadingly, "Sir, you said before that if the village chief wants to recover completely, you need to go there in person. I beg you to show mercy and save our village chief!"

Zhang Hao did not answer directly, but smiled slightly, "We are doing this business, there is no such thing as mercy or no mercy. As long as both parties reach an agreement, it is a deal."

He paused and continued, "I do have some questions for your village chief. But there is no rush. I will talk about it when I arrive at your village. Since you are here, you should know the rules of our inn."

"From the beginning of our inn's opening, we have made it clear that only when the order is placed in the inn will the commission be officially effective. Otherwise, we will not accept any business." Zhang Hao's tone was firm and clear.

Tiezhu nodded quickly to show his understanding. "Mr. Wang has already told me these rules. I came here this time specifically to ask you to help me. I will do whatever you tell me to do, without any hesitation!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Regarding the village chief's attempt to salvage the coffin, I don't really want him to do that. Because a gentleman once said that the coffin was used to suppress the river eye. If something goes wrong with the coffin, everyone nearby will suffer. So, I hope you can take a look yourself before making a decision."

Zhang Hao nodded slightly in agreement. He had heard Fatty Wang mention the story of Changjiang's life extension before, and he felt that there must be something behind it. Because the spells involving life extension usually require very skilled sorcerers to complete the sacrifice. Ordinary people simply cannot have such ability.

Of course, Zhang Hao is not considering whether he can take this business, but how to set the price. If the problem is difficult to solve and their fee is too low, it will be a loss.

"Regarding the matter of recovering the corpse, I will talk to you after I have seen it." Zhang Hao said slowly, "However, you still need to place an order with us first."

Tiezhu nodded in agreement, "Thank you very much, sir. How do I place an order?" He looked at Zhang Hao, waiting for further instructions.

At this time, Hao Xie came forward and said to Tie Zhu with a smile: "Please follow me, we need to do a simple registration." Tie Zhu obediently followed Hao Xie to the reception room.

At this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Hao's mind, prompting him that a new order had been generated.

After Zhang Hao carefully checked the mission details, he was shocked. This mission actually involved the Ten Corpse Demons?

This is a tricky problem.

However, this also means that the rewards this time may be very generous.

After careful consideration, Zhang Hao decided to accept the commission.

He thought to himself, "I'll take this mission!"

As he made the decision, the system's order notification sound rang in his mind again.

However, the next prompt made his heart tighten suddenly - "The system detects that the Ten Corpse Evils are about to awaken!"

What does it mean?
Could it be that those evil corpses are about to become active and even have the potential to escape control?
Zhang Hao frowned, he knew that this mission might be more complicated and dangerous than he had expected.

Zhang Hao was confused about the consequences of the Ten Corpse Demons' awakening. After all, he had never set foot in Sanjia Mountain and knew nothing about the specific situation there.

Zhang Hao felt uneasy at the thought that the Ten Corpse Demons might wake up and escape.

If this thing really ran away, wouldn't it be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find it again?

The Yangtze River is so vast that once they are scattered and hidden, it will be difficult to capture them.

What's more, wherever these evil corpses pass, they will definitely bring disaster.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and muttered to himself that this task was obviously not easy.

At this time, Fatty Wang glanced at Tiezhu who was busy in the VIP room, moved closer to Zhang Hao, and asked curiously: "Brother Zhang Hao, when are we leaving? Tiezhu looks very anxious."

Zhang Hao nodded, glanced towards the VIP room, and responded, "We'll be leaving soon. Go and pack your luggage, we may need to stay there for a few days."

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he nodded repeatedly in response: "Okay, boss, I have already prepared the luggage and am just waiting for Tiezhu to come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tiezhu walked out of the room, looked at Zhang Hao, smiled and said, "Mr. Da, I'm ready. Can we set off?"

Zhang Hao nodded in agreement, then returned to the room and took with him the Yin-Yang corpse-driving bell, corpse-tying rope, as well as brushes, cinnabar, yellow paper and other necessities.

At the same time, he did not forget to remind Hao Xie to take good care of the store and not leave at will.

Hao Xie agreed to everything and kept Zhang Hao's instructions in mind.

After everything was ready, Zhang Hao said calmly, "Let's go."

As the green train slowly entered the urban area of ​​Nanjiang, the train made a rhythmic clanging sound as it rolled over the rails.

The carriage was filled with noise, with the hawkers' cries and the passengers' bargaining mixed together.

"Beer, peanuts, and mineral water... Come on, sir, please put your feet down."

“How do you sell beer?”

"Hello, beer is ten yuan a can!"

"I'm talking about the small can!"

"Sir, it's the small cans. The big cans are fifteen dollars each."

"So expensive? Forget it...give me a bottle of mineral water."

"Yes, sir. Five dollars a bottle."

Zhang Hao, Fatty Wang and Tie Zhu sat on the hard seats, admiring the scenery outside the window.

Fatty Wang suddenly sighed, "Oh, I haven't taken a train for a long time, especially a hard seat. My waist can't take it anymore."

Tiezhu responded with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I came in a hurry this time and all the hard seat tickets are sold out. I have to inconvenience you for a while."

Fatty Wang smiled and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. Then he turned to Zhang Hao and asked, "Brother Zhang Hao, you said that we feel tired just by riding in a car now. If there were no cars in ancient times, wouldn't those porters be even more tired? They would have to climb over mountains and cross rivers. By the time they delivered the corpse to the destination, wouldn't they be exhausted?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stranger next to him couldn't help but cast a surprised look. Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true."

"Ah?" Fatty Wang looked at Zhang Hao in surprise, thinking, is walking more comfortable than riding in a car? So he asked, "Brother Zhang Hao, what do you mean by that? Is walking not more comfortable than riding in a car?"

Tiezhu also echoed curiously, "Yes, Mr. Yin Yang, I have heard some stories about the walking masters from the village before, and I thought it was just a legend. Please tell us about it today."

Zhang Hao smiled, nodded and said, "There are many kinds of professions in the ancient trade, such as footmen, corpse retrievers, paper-making craftsmen, knife sellers, etc. You must have seen paper-making, right? Nowadays, many shops selling paper money sell paper figurines. This is a craft passed down from ancient times."

"If the pilgrims buy a paper figurine from a paper-making shop, they don't have to walk to find the body. They can make a sedan chair out of paper and let the paper figurine carry it, which is very comfortable. This was called 'ghosts carrying sedan chairs' in the past."

Fatty Wang stared at Zhang Hao with eyes wide open in disbelief, wondering if there is such a saying?

It would be amazing if this really happened!
This is simply like being the master yourself, having as many servants as you want!

But why had he never seen it?

So he looked at Zhang Hao in confusion and asked, "Brother Zhang Hao, there are many shops selling paper figurines now, but it seems that they are not doing well, and I have never seen the 'ghosts carrying sedan chairs' you mentioned. This kind of thing has not even been reported in the news."

Tiezhu nodded in agreement: "Yes, there is a man selling paper money in our village. If he had this ability, he wouldn't be so poor that he can barely afford to eat."

Zhang Hao smiled and explained, "Nowadays, many ancient trades have been lost. There are almost no footmen left, and corpse collectors have turned into salvage teams, losing their former glory. As for the current paper money sellers, they no longer have the skill of 'making people alive with paper' and the ability to communicate with yin and yang. They are not real paper craftsmen at all, but at most paper folding artists."

"Of course, it is possible that there are still a few paper-folding craftsmen in the world, but it should not be easy to meet them."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang curled his lips and couldn't help but feel a pity: "Hey, if this inheritance were put into the present, how awesome it would be! (End of this chapter)