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

"Don't worry, as long as you can help me find someone, old gentleman, I will pay you three times the market price."

What the market price is is actually a very subtle concept. Both parties may suffer losses. It all depends on the conscience of the magician and Zhang Hao's intentions.

The old magician was not in a hurry, he stroked his beard with a smile and pointed at the advertising paper spread in front of him.

"Young man, I see you don't have a single mole on your face. You have a good proportion of three courts and five eyes. You must live a good life in this life, but don't get something for nothing!"

Avoid getting something for nothing?

If these words had been spoken in a previous life, Zhang Hao might have scoffed at them. But after those painful experiences, Zhang Hao could only respond to the old magician with a bitter smile.

Seeing Zhang Hao's smile, the old magician tilted his head in surprise.

"Oh, when others heard what I said, they all outwardly agreed, but in fact they were disdainful in their hearts. Your reaction is quite unusual."

"Maybe you don't want to, old man. If I say that I am a person who has been reborn, and I have paid a heavy price in my previous life, so I am so obedient in this life, will you think it's ridiculous?"

Hearing this, the old magic stick was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, let me tell you. Logically speaking, you should look like a poor person. How can you be so confident in asking for money? It turns out that's the case."

"Speaking of which, old gentleman, since you said I have a good appearance, why am I still in poverty without those bad palace stars?"

"As the saying goes, nothing in life is perfect. Every good thing has its shortcomings. If your family is not good, your career will definitely be flat. If your love is blocked, your wealth will definitely come! Only people like you are average in everything. People who get something without working are most likely to die in depression, but if they are grateful and know how to work, their life will be smooth and prosperous!"

I have to say that although these words have the possibility of artistic processing, they still speak from Zhang Hao's heart.

He finally understood why fortune tellers became addicted.

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean, but no matter how good you are in praising me, you still have to tell me where the person I'm looking for is, and don't change the subject any more."

The old magic stick shook his head and silently cleaned up the stall.

"Okay, let's go somewhere with me first."

He cleaned up the stall and took Zhang Hao away from the bustling park, walked all the way to the old residential area, walked through the narrow and long corridor, and came to a small bungalow.

After opening the door, there was a smell of burning incense paper. Zhang Hao was very sensitive to this smell because he dealt with it every day.

"Let's sit down for a while first."

After putting down the things, the old magic stick turned on the light switch at the door.

The room was square, barely seven or eight square meters, with a small bed in the corner and a sofa next to the bed filled with miscellaneous items, most of which were incense burners, paper money, copper coins and the like, which he probably used for fortune telling.

"Sit on the bed."

The old magic stick pointed at the bed again, then stood in the center of the room, took off his hat and pulled off his clothes. What he was wearing was a very youthful sportswear and white shoes.

Then, he dipped his handkerchief in alcohol and wiped it on his beard.

A few seconds later, his beard turned up!

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he was a little surprised, it was actually expected.

——You can tell from the way he walks, he doesn't look like a man in his fifties or sixties at all, he looks like a young man.

"Are you lying? Hasn't anyone called the police?"

"Hey, it's something you and I agree on. Besides, if I don't dress up in a mature way, how can people believe me?"

Saying that, the old magic stick... no, the little magic stick turned around, and he looked like a male college student with fair skin!

"After going in such a long circle and bringing me here, it's time to tell you your true intentions, right?"

The magic stick did not answer directly. He bent down and dug a hole in the middle of the sofa filled with clutter. He sat on it and crossed his legs and said, "What is your relationship with that person?"

What is the relationship?

Zhang Hao really hasn't thought about this.

In love, Yinhui is the nobleman who gave up the precious mountain treasure Archer.

Yu Li, they were just strangers who had known each other for three days and worked together to heal the sacred mountain for their own benefit.

Zhang Hao didn't know how to classify Yinhui, so he could only say: "...a very kind passerby who I just met not long ago. I also want to thank her."

The little magic stick suddenly stood up and breathed a sigh of relief and said: "No need to do so. Over the decades of your life, the tens of millions of people you want to thank are just passers-by. There is no need to waste so much time and money. Your fate is If you’re not here, go back to your hometown early.”

"I still have something I haven't remembered to give to her. If I don't get it, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home."

After the bite of [Single-leaf Chinese Ginseng] bitten off by Yinhui is separated from the body, even if it is in the Guling Basket, the efficacy of the medicine will be reduced every second, so there can be no further delay.

"The relationship between you two has ended. There is no benefit in forcing it. It's better to go home early."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao couldn't help but stood up and walked around the little magic stick.

"Do you not know at all, so you are here to talk about others?"

"You——" The little magic stick originally wanted to scold, but was intimidated by Zhang Hao's aura, and finally changed to: "I brought you here to persuade you."

He tore off a corner of a pile of incense paper, turned around and leaned on the small table to write: "If you insist on looking for me, go here."

Zhang Hao took it and saw that there was an address on it, as well as Yinhui's name!

He was startled, and looked at the little magic stick again with an expression full of surprise.

——I didn’t expect that this little magician is really capable!

"I know what you want to say. I'm not a magician. I learned this from my master. I keep you here just to persuade you. Yinhui's current situation is very bad. If you have to find her... I’m just afraid that I will leave sadly.”

For a time, Zhang Hao had many, many questions in his mind.

For example, if you have such cultivation at a young age, who is your master?

Or, how did you know that the person I was looking for was Yinhui?

Furthermore, why would I leave sadly after finding her?

There were many questions lingering in his mind, but Zhang Hao asked the least important one:

"What is your... relationship with Yinhui?"

"Pfft, I thought you were going to ask me who my master is." The little magician laughed twice, then stopped abruptly, looking at Zhang Hao with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I can answer you, really The only problem is that she is my cousin."

"I see, she is a blood relative to you, and she has just returned from the Xianglu Divine Village. Were those huge changes also expected by you?"

At the mention of this, the little magic stick's expression suddenly turned a little sad.

"If it could have been predicted, he wouldn't have been allowed to go on this trip... Just go find her, and you will get the answer you want soon."

"...Thank you."

Zhang Hao didn't say anything more. He knew there would be no answer if he asked.

After all, many things in this world still need to be witnessed by one's own eyes.

After leaving the little magic stick's house, Zhang Hao did not go directly to the address on the piece of paper to find Yinhui, but returned to the hotel first.

It was already 11:30 at night, and Xiao Zhen at the front desk was already ready to take over the shift. When he saw Zhang Hao coming, he quickly packed up the things that his men were packing.

"Hello sir, welcome back. Do you need a midnight snack?"

"No, thank you." Zhang Hao's footsteps never stopped here, but he walked leisurely towards the elevator.

Xiaozhen was a little disappointed, and originally wanted to chat more with this mysterious man.

"OK……"

A few seconds later, the bar in front was lightly knocked by a hand.

Xiao Zhen raised his disappointed face and found that the person standing in front of him was actually the guest who had just gone upstairs!

"Sir, do you need anything?"

“Can the hotel dry clean clothes?”

"With this service, you are available 24/7. You can call the service hotline in your room later, and a dedicated person will come to your room to collect it."

Zhang Hao nodded: "Okay, I will call later."

After returning to the room, Zhang Hao took off his clothes and went directly to take a shower.

It's night now, so it's not a good time to visit. It's better to wait until tomorrow during the day. This is Zhang Hao's consideration.

After taking a shower, Zhang Hao put on his bathrobe, put his coat and pants in a bag, and dialed the guest room phone number.

The service in a five-star hotel is good. After three minutes, someone came and knocked on the door.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the words: "Hello, sir, you just called the hotline——"

The young girl's words stopped abruptly, and Zhang Hao discovered that this person was actually the receptionist just now.

Xiao Zhen looked at Zhang Hao's appearance and was stunned.

——The wet hair was pushed back, and the water dripping from the tips of the dark hair ran across his handsome face, all the way down his neck, and submerged into the white bathrobe. Under the untied bathrobe, his tight and powerful muscles were looming...

Noticing Xiao Zhen's eyes, Zhang Hao naturally tightened his clothes and handed the bag out.

"Aren't you the front desk? Does the front desk still care about this?"

"Ah? Oh!" Xiaozhen came back to his senses, quickly put on his clothes and explained: "The person in the dry cleaning room is a good friend of mine. When I get off work, I will help her deliver the things there to prevent her from running away..."

"Well, thank you. Just be careful on your way to get off work."

After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he nodded politely and closed the door.

Xiaozhen stood at the door, hugging his clothes, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

Some people are like this. At first glance, they look unattractive, but once they discover their charm, they can't get away no matter what.

Xiaozhen blushed, hugged Zhang Hao's clothes and ran downstairs to the dry cleaning room at the back of the first floor.

The person in charge of the dry cleaning room was a middle-aged woman in her forties. When she saw Xiao Zhen coming over, her expression instantly turned a bit teasing.

"Hey, have you brought the clothes?"

"Yes...yes. Please, wash it well."

"Okay, okay, okay, I don't know what kind of customer it is. It's worth coming over here and staying on the phone in person."

"Stop teasing me."

Xiaozhen put down her things and left in a hurry. After she changed into her own clothes and walked out of the hotel, the cold night wind woke her up.

She must be crazy.
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Early the next morning, Zhang Hao changed his clothes, took some medicinal herbs and the piece of [One-leaf Chinese Ginseng] from the Guling basket, and went to the address on the piece of paper.

Different from the dim and cramped living conditions of the little god stick, Yinhui's address is in a spacious suburban countryside. Every household has a large yard and a three-story villa. The family conditions seem to be pretty good.

But when Zhang Hao arrived near the address, he saw white paper coins on the ground in advance, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Walking further, we came to Yinhui's small courtyard, and the ominous aura finally became real.

There are white flags hanging at the door of her house, paper coins everywhere on the ground, people coming in and out of the house, and small white strips of cloth tied on their chests. These are people from the village who come to help... All this means that silver Someone in Hui's family died.

I remembered that the innkeeper’s wife said that Yinhui was crying when she left and called “Mom” in her mouth. Could it be...

Zhang Hao hurriedly stepped forward, but happened to bump into a person who was going out.

This is a woman in her thirties, with a graceful figure and elegant appearance. She wears a filial piety hat on her head, and her eyes are still red, as if she had just cried.

"Sorry, may I ask who you are..."

The woman thought he was a member of a nearby family who was away all year round, and Zhang Hao could barely understand the native dialect he used.

Before Zhang Hao could answer, he heard a confused voice from behind the woman: "Mom?"

He looked up and saw that the person called "Mom" was the Yinhui he had been searching for so hard!

Yinhui called this woman mother, and her mother treated her well, that is to say... Zhang Hao's expression froze.

Obviously, Yinhui was stunned after seeing Zhang Hao, but he quickly came to his senses and rushed over to pull Zhang Hao out of the house and find a secluded place.

"Why are you here?!"

"I……"

Zhang Hao subconsciously touched his bag, which contained the medicinal materials he planned to give to Yinhui.

But her aunt has passed away. Should she give this thing or not?

Yinhui was surprised that Zhang Hao found this place, but remembering his behavior of not swallowing medicinal materials on the mountain, he guessed the purpose of his trip.

"Sorry, I'm not waiting for you in the inn."

"It doesn't matter. After all, there is something urgent at home."

"Um……"

After that, the two were silent for a long time.

After a long time, Yinhui plucked up the courage to speak: "I asked about the time and I left at 10 o'clock yesterday. I was still awake before I left. I held my mother's hand and talked a lot."

Thoughts flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes.

My aunt had already woken up before she died. The time of death was Mao hour, but the death time of Bonnar who took away her life was nearly a day earlier than Mao hour. In other words...

"My aunt's life has come to an end. Before she left, she was still thankful that she could still have a word with her sister who had taken care of her for many years. She was very happy."

Even if Baonar had given back his destiny when he entered the Xianglu Divine Village, his aunt would not have lived long.

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't been greedy and asked you to bring down the Guling Basket and the Single-leaf Chinese Ginseng, there might still be a chance of survival."

Zhang Hao's thoughts were occupied by guilt, and Yinhui couldn't see any trace of his high spirits when he was rid of the cancer.

(End of this chapter)