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

The last sentence was uttered.

A sudden gust of wind swept up from the flat ground.

The cemetery, which was just a little chilly, suddenly dropped below freezing in temperature.

The dry grass leaves on the ground were covered with a layer of white frost.

Down the mountain.

Inside the black Maybach parked on the side of the road, Zhou Dacheng was drinking hot water from a thermos, with the car's heater on full blast.

But he was still shivering from the cold.

Jia Youcai, sitting in the passenger seat, was wrapped in his tattered jacket.

My teeth are making a clicking sound in my mouth.

Just as Yang Guang stomped his foot and chanted the incantation.

The exterior of the Maybach's windows were instantly covered with a thick layer of white frost.

Ice crystals spread rapidly along the glass.

Even the streetlights can't shine in anymore.

Jia Youcai exclaimed in surprise, shrinking back into his seat: "My dear mother, Fourth Aunt!"

"What exactly is Brother Yang up to up there?"

"This eerie atmosphere is practically freezing the car into an ice coffin!"

Zhou Dacheng put down the thermos.

He held his arms tightly with both hands.

His jaw clenched: "Master Jia... how about we turn the heating up a bit more?"

On the mountain.

It is an open space two meters directly in front of the cemetery.

Thick white fog suddenly surged out of nowhere.

The fog was extremely heavy.

It rolled along the ground, clinging to the ground.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, quickly coalescing into a cloud in mid-air and tearing a path through the open ground.

This road is not wide.

It's a dirt road, only about a meter wide.

Both sides were filled with swirling white mist.

An indescribable, chilling, and fishy smell permeated the air.

This is truly the road to the underworld.

A passage connecting the realms of Yin and Yang.

More than 30 old ghosts and more than 40 old ladies all stood up.

They were huddled together.

"A ghostly road!"

"The road to the underworld has truly opened!"

"We're going to have household registration!"

Zhang Defa was so excited that he hugged the old man in a suit next to him.

The two of them jumped and skipped around.

They completely forgot their arrogant attitude of throwing urine on someone's grave just now.

Zhou Laoliu huddled behind several old ladies, wishing he could become invisible.

His aquaman-like constitution was completely useless in front of Yin Lu.

The two transparent ghost legs were so frightened that they trembled wildly.

Yang Guang ignored them.

He put both hands back into his pockets.

All attention was focused on the depths of the white fog.

He was calculating the profits from this deal.

The merits of ghost number eighty!

This is going to be a huge success!

Unfortunately, it can only be used to pay off the messy debts owed by that damned old man.

A series of extremely imposing footsteps echoed through the fog.

All of this was accompanied by the rattling sound of iron chains dragging on the ground.

The sound was dull, piercing, and carried a chilling, menacing aura.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the mist.

He was dressed in a dark black robe and carried a thick, black chain in his hand, the other end of which dragged on the ground.

It gleamed with a faint, cold light.

This is a legitimate, low-level civil servant with a government-appointed position in the underworld.

That aura.

It's ten times more terrifying than those dozens of old ghosts combined.

The leaves of the surrounding trees rustled and fell to the ground under the impact of this malevolent energy.

Er Lengzi didn't think anything of it; instead, he sized up the underworld messenger.

The old ghosts instantly fell silent, all shrinking behind Yang Guang.

I didn't dare to breathe.

Zhang Defa, who was just shouting about wanting to be reincarnated and cross a bridge, now wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Even Zhou Laoliu shut up.

He clung tightly to the old woman's arm, fearing that the underworld officials would whip him with chains until his soul was scattered.

The underworld messenger stopped at the edge of the underworld road and did not continue forward.

He slightly raised his head.

Dark chains fluttered in mid-air.

The underworld messenger sized up Yang Guang for two seconds.

Then he clasped his hands together in a fist salute.

He bent down ten degrees.

"Celestial Master".

"I wonder why you summoned me here?"

Yang Guang gestured with his chin toward the group of eighty deceased souls huddled together behind him.

"Order accepted."

"And by the way, send a super-sized gift package to the household registration department of your underworld."

The underworld official glanced back following Yang Guang's movement.

His previously calm face froze.

The hand holding the chain jerked violently.

Splash!

The chains slammed heavily onto the ground.

The underworld official was stunned for a full five seconds.

Those ghostly eyes, sunken deep beneath the brim of the black robe and hat, swept from left to right, then from right to left.

His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again.

Yang Guang pushed the tattered canvas bag forward and said with a grin, "Don't bother counting, there are about eighty numbers. That should keep you writing reports for half the night."

The underworld official finally came to his senses, raised his head to stare at Yang Guang, and squeezed out a question: "Master, why...why are these wandering souls lingering here?"

Yang Guang didn't waste any words.

He explained the situation clearly in just a few words.

As for the underworld sea emperor surnamed Zhou in the middle, and his outrageous scheme of abducting more than forty old ladies, Yang Guang only mentioned it briefly.

He didn't want to get involved in such civil disputes anymore; he'd leave them to the underworld to handle.

After hearing this, the underworld official's face froze.

He looked down at the black chain in his hand, then turned to look at the entrance to the Yin Road where white mist was churning, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"I am truly unaware of the disappearance of this land."

"But rest assured, Celestial Master, I will report this matter truthfully to Master Cui upon my return, and Master Cui will make his own decision."

Master Cui naturally refers to Judge Cui.

The head of the four judges of the underworld.

Yang Guang nodded with a grin: "Thank you for your hard work, it's not easy to make this trip."

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Yang Guang glanced back at the burning yellow paper, the blue-green flames leaping high.

He gestured with his lips toward the bowl.

"Don't forget to take these with you when you leave; they're a token of appreciation for your hard work."

The underworld official was taken aback.

He looked down at the burning paper money and ingots.

next second.

This underworld official, who had just been stern-faced and exuding an aura of authority, now had a grin that stretched all the way to his ears.

This is the underworld version of gray income.

Although the underworld does offer a salary, what can you do with that meager fixed wage?

When police officers go out on field duty, isn't that what they're after—a little extra cash?

The underworld messengers didn't stand on ceremony either.

With a flick of the right hand.

The burning paper money and gold ingots instantly created a whirlwind.

The ashes spun in mid-air, carried by an invisible force, all flowing towards the direction of the underworld officials.

Yang Guang watched as the ashes of the paper flew to the underworld officials, and he stuffed them all into his robe.

The speed and skill with which he collected the money were probably even better than Yang Guang's ability to give out QR codes.

Grandpa's.

You're so adept at taking bribes, do you often do this in the underworld?

But Yang Guang didn't say it.

After all, they are just ordinary workers; everyone has their difficulties.

Besides, someone else helped him bring eighty ghosts over, which does count as overtime work.

After the underworld official stuffed the "salary" into the box, he straightened up and turned to face the group of about eighty old ghosts huddled together.

The chain dragged on the ground.

Splash!

The murderous aura instantly pressed down.

"Let's go."

The underworld official's voice was deep and resonant, and the two words he uttered carried an unyielding authority.

"Don't just stand there."

The effect is immediate.

Zhang Defa was the first to react and darted out in a flash.

That speed took twelve years to achieve; they were itching to rush towards the underworld.

The old man in the suit threw the mop handle on the ground, patted his dusty suit collar, and strode forward.

The old ghosts followed in single file.

One by one, they drifted into that dark path swirling with white mist.

Yang Guang would mark each one as it was taken.

The old ladies followed suit and left one after another.

When the old lady with permed hair passed by Zhou Laoliu, she turned back and tugged at his hand, looking reluctant to part.

Zhou Laoliu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and squeezed the translucent hand tightly: "Go on, little sister."

"In the next life, I'll take you clubbing again."

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