He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The old man stood there, stunned.

The pale, withered skin on his face stretched into an extremely awkward curve.

The rotten flesh that had turned outwards even shifted to the side by half an inch because of this slight tug.

He looked down at his empty gums, then turned to look at Tongtong, who was standing to the side, dripping wet.

Tongtong was stared at by the old man, her all-black eyes rolled around, and she took two big steps back.

She covered her mouth tightly with both little hands.

"Grandpa, no."

The old man sighed, reached forward with his withered arm, and grabbed Tongtong's blue Ultraman short-sleeved shirt collar.

He effortlessly lifted the little water ghost into the air.

"Tongtong, be good."

"The Celestial Master has helped us a great deal; as ghosts, we must know how to repay kindness."

The old man stretched out two blackened fingers and forcibly pried open Tongtong's hands that were covering her mouth. He then put his index finger and thumb together and directly into Tongtong's mouth.

"what……"

Tongtong started screaming.

The old man suddenly pulled his fingers outward with great force.

A sharp tooth, gleaming with an eerie green light, along with a few drops of foul-smelling black blood, was forcibly ripped from the mouth.

Tongtong covered her swollen cheeks with both hands.

The brownish-yellow water droplets dripped down, making a pitiful, pitiful sound.

Yang Guang stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the powerful interaction between the grandfather and grandson.

Wow, that's really good!

This old man is ruthless!

wrong!

He's a ruthless devil!

The old man handed the ghost tooth to Yang Guang: "Master Celestial, please keep it safe."

Yang Guang immediately reached out and took it, then put it in his pocket.

Half of the raw material for a 100,000-gold ghost pearl is in hand!

The moment he handed over the Ghost Fang, the old man's stubborn obsession completely vanished.

A semi-transparent phantom slowly floated out from the body covered in purplish-black lividity.

The moment the soul left the body, the physical body wearing the old man's undershirt instantly lost all support and crashed straight onto the floor.

A pool of viscous black liquid quickly seeped out from the cracks in the dry, shriveled skin.

The skin, which was originally intact, began to fester and peel off in large areas at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The lingering stench of the corpse, which had been building up for over a month, exploded completely in the cramped living room, accompanied by the rapid decay of the body.

The criminal police captain outside the door retreated repeatedly, his leather shoes scraping against the cement floor with a harsh screech.

Several young SWAT officers carrying riot shields trembled, causing the shields to slam heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The group of highly trained tough guys were completely stunned.

Half a minute ago.

The old man was still greeting them and cooking for his "grandson".

Now it has turned into a highly decomposed skeleton, oozing yellowish-black bodily fluids!

The defenses of materialism were blasted to smithereens at this moment.

The police officers were completely dumbfounded, forgetting even to cover their mouths and noses to block out the stench.

The captain opened his mouth wide, and a series of hoarse sounds came out of his throat.

This is completely beyond the comprehension of carbon-based life!

An old man who could talk and cook was turned into a puddle of mud in less than three seconds!

How long would it take for it to ferment and rot like this?

What was that all about?

Mass hysteria?

Mass hallucination?

An unprecedented chill ran down their spines and straight to their heads.

The young SWAT officer at the front buckled at the knees and knelt on the ground with a thud, his hands gripping his neck tightly as acid reflux surged up from his stomach.

He turned his head and began to vomit violently against the wall in the corridor.

Yang Guang completely ignored the police officers who had crashed, and simply took out an exquisite mutton-fat jade bottle from his pocket.

It was handed directly to the semi-transparent old man's soul.

"The teeth are in, but I still need ten more tears."

The old man held the jade bottle in both hands and looked at Tongtong, who was crying with her hand covering her cheek.

Two lines of cold tears slid down her illusory cheeks.

It was precisely dripped into the jade bottle.

After paying the price, the old man respectfully handed the jade bottle back to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang tightened the stopper and weighed the bottle in his hand for a moment.

safe.

Ten thousand in!

I'm finally one step closer to getting married and having a healthy baby boy!

Yang Guang stuffed the jade bottle into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled yellow talisman with two fingers.

His wrist jerked suddenly.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"

"Yin and Yang reverse, the gates of the Nine Netherworlds open!"

"go!"

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted in mid-air, bursting into a ball of orange-red flame.

The flames were blazing brightly.

It illuminated the entire dark and smelly living room.

In the brief flash of firelight, the stunned policemen outside the door saw a scene through the gaps in their shields.

In the light emitted from the burning yellow talisman, a translucent, kind-looking old man was holding the hand of a little boy wearing a blue Ultraman short-sleeved shirt.

The grandfather and grandson bowed deeply to Yang Guang, who was standing by the door.

The old man's face was very smooth, showing only endless relief.

The yellow paper burned to ashes in mid-air, and the fire was completely extinguished.

The illusory figures of the old man and the child vanished completely into the air along with the falling ashes.

Only the pool of bodily fluids and the pile of tattered clothes on the ground proved that they had once existed.

The captain opened his mouth, and a few meaningless syllables came out of his dry throat.

He lived for over forty years and handled countless major cases.

But tonight, his worldview shattered beyond repair.

Yang Guang patted the dust off his hands.

Done!

The second commission was successfully completed.

The moment the grandfather and grandson disappeared.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling golden light fell from the ceiling.

This light was invisible to ordinary people, but Yang Guang could clearly feel it.

The power of merit in the underworld's settlement!

Extremely high purity!

A double merit package for exorcising both the obsessive walking corpse and the underage water ghost!

Yang Guang was overjoyed; this was a huge profit!

The golden light pierced directly into Yang Guang's crown chakra.

Comfortable!

Feel completely refreshed!

Before he could even savor the blissful feeling, a black light emanated from him, swallowing the large merit packet whole.

It couldn't even stay inside Yang Guang's body for more than a second.

It was completely swallowed up by that black light!

Not even a trace was left!

After the black light absorbed all the merit, its color faded slightly, so much so that it was difficult for the naked eye to discern any change.

Yang Guang stood frozen in place, his whole being cracking open.

Damn it!

He held his head in his hands, digging his ten fingers deep into his messy hair.

Just how much good karma did that unlucky old man owe the underworld?

The key is that you still have to pay it back yourself.

But this isn't just debt; it's like carrying a bottomless pit with you!

That ball of merit just now vanished without even a splash!

Yang Guang wanted to cry but had no tears.

He kicked the dilapidated security door next to him.

The iron gate slammed shut, creating a loud bang.

The police officers outside the door were so startled by the loud noise that they all trembled.

All gun barrels were aimed at Yang Guang.

Completely ignoring the dark gun barrels, Yang Guang pointed at the ceiling and cursed, "What a son-destroying bastard!"

"Everyone else is a burden to their father, but you're a burden to your son, aren't you?"

Yang Guang was so angry that his eyes turned red. It seemed he had to find an opportunity to take a stroll in the underworld and see if he could talk to them and leave himself some money each time.

Also, I need to ask myself, what exactly is my dad doing?

How did we end up owing so much?