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

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

okay.

Stop acting.

He was afraid he would throw up if he continued acting.

Old Deng was the last to leave.

He shuffled to the edge of the underworld, his two ghostly legs rubbing together in place for a long time.

He kept looking back as he took a step.

He first looked at his own magnificent white marble tombstone.

Then he looked at Yang Guang.

Let's take another look at the tombstone.

The reluctance to part was even more exaggerated than that of Yang Guang's old squad leader when Yang Guang retired from the army.

Yang Guang waved his hand forward: "Let's go!"

Stop wasting my time here!

Zhou Laoliu shrank his neck and finally bowed to Yang Guang.

"Master... please tell my son to stop burning paper money to make effigies of handsome young bodyguards for me... I really don't need them..."

His figure slowly disappeared into the white mist.

Yang Guang crossed out the last name in his notebook.

The underworld official put away the chains, turned to face Yang Guang, and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

He bent even lower than before.

"Master, I'll take them down first. You go ahead with your work."

Done.

He turned around, stepped out with his left foot, and was about to step onto the dark path leading to the underworld.

Yang Guang kept counting the number of people.

He meticulously traced each line, from the first to the last.

But just as the underworld messenger was about to step onto the path to the underworld...

Yang Guang's pencil stub stopped.

He suddenly flipped back to the first few pages of the notebook and froze. The time spans of these people ranged from three to thirty-one years.

The land in question disappeared at least thirty-one years ago.

Thirty-one years.

Without the guidance of the land god, no underworld messengers will come to take people away.

But if the City God doesn't receive any reports from the local land authority, wouldn't the City God discover that the death rate in this jurisdiction is zero?

Thirty-one years.

One jurisdiction, thirty-one years, zero deaths registered.

If this data is reported, won't the City God go crazy?

Why hasn't anyone come to investigate?

and!

From the moment the first old ghost embarked on the road to the underworld, I have not received even a single bit of merit.

That's really not right!

Yang Guang's pencil tip left a deep mark on the notebook.

He raised his head and shouted coldly, "Stop!"

The Yin messenger's left foot was already dangling above the Yin Road.

Upon hearing those two words, his body instantly froze.

Yang Guang's smile vanished.

The friendly face he had just been, smiling and taking money and seeing customers off, is completely different from his current demeanor.

He closed the notebook and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Both hands were in his pockets.

But his posture changed.

His back was straight, his shoulders slightly shrug, and his expression was cold and stern: "I'm asking you."

"Where are you going to send them?"

The underworld official, with one foot dangling in the air, slowly turned his head.

The two locked eyes.

A night breeze swept in, and white mist billowed.

The smile on the ghostly face of the underworld official, still fresh from receiving his "hardship fee," hadn't completely faded.

"Master, what do you mean by that?"

"Naturally, they should be sent back to the underworld, following the normal procedures..."

"Normal procedure?"

"Yeah?"

"snort!"

"Looks like you're not being honest!"

The messenger's left foot was suspended in mid-air, his entire posture frozen in place.

He didn't turn around immediately.

But Yang Guang clearly saw that the black chain he was holding suddenly tightened.

This subtle movement gave everything away.

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head slightly.

"As I just said, the local land in this jurisdiction has been missing for at least thirty-one years."

"Thirty-one years, zero deaths registered in one jurisdiction."

"If this data is reported, the City God will know there's a problem without even checking."

"But no one came to investigate."

Why?

Yang Guang took half a step forward.

"Either something went wrong with the City God, or someone helped them erase the data."

"And there's another problem."

Yang Guang raised one index finger and shook it.

"From the moment the first ghost set foot on your road to the underworld, I have not received even a single bit of merit."

"According to the rules."

"The deceased souls are received by the agency and led to the underworld, where their merits are automatically calculated."

"But there's not a single bit now."

"Guess what I was thinking?"

The underworld official's body was as stiff as if it were cast in iron.

The left foot, which had been hanging above the Yin Road, slowly retracted.

He turned around and faced Yang Guang.

The warmth that had been lingering in those ghostly eyes beneath the brim of the hat had completely vanished after receiving the "hardship fee."

Instead, a chilling coldness emerges beneath the crushed passion.

"The Celestial Master is overthinking it."

The underworld official lowered his voice and said, "There's a time difference in the settlement of merits. Once I take the person back and cancel their registration, your merits will naturally be credited to your account."

Yang Guang sneered: "Time difference?"

"Are you trying to fool me?"

"Too bad I'm not!"

The underworld official's expression darkened completely.

The two faced each other three steps apart.

The entrance to the Yin Road, shrouded in swirling white mist, was right behind the underworld officials; it had already swallowed more than seventy souls.

Yang Guang's right hand twitched slightly in his pocket.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point as the index and middle fingers were brought together.

But right at this critical juncture...

Yang Guang caught a glimpse of a sullen figure in his peripheral vision.

Zhou Laoliu.

This underworld sea god suddenly appeared out of the Yellow Springs Road.

He had already walked more than halfway into the white mist, but when he saw that the situation was not good, the old man turned around and ran away.

He runs even faster than when he was alive.

It darted back behind Yang Guang in a flash, its entire transparent ghostly body pressed tightly against Yang Guang's back.

Two ghostly hands gripped the hem of Yang Guang's faded sports jacket tightly, his whole body trembling like a plastic bag in the wind.

Zhou Laoliu's voice changed, and he said urgently, "Master, I felt something was wrong as soon as I went in!"

"That's the wrong road!"

"It's like a damn vacuum cleaner. At this rate, it's questionable whether I'll even make it to the underworld."

Yang Guang's pupils contracted, and he abruptly turned his head to stare at the underworld official.

The underworld official finally couldn't keep up the act any longer. He stopped arguing and suddenly flipped his wrist.

Whoosh!

The jet-black chain swung in an arc through the air, its end striking precisely the edge of the entrance to the underworld.

boom!

The entire path, formed by condensed white mist, began to narrow rapidly from the entrance.

The white mist on both sides was frantically squeezing towards the center.

The road surface is collapsing.

Less than three seconds.

The passage to the underworld closed directly in front of Yang Guang.

Apart from Zhou Laoliu, who immediately ran away when he saw things were going badly, the rest of them were all locked inside.

Yang Guang's face turned ashen.

Once this chain is put down, it's as if they've imprisoned everyone.

The underworld messenger retrieved the chains and coiled them around his arm.

He hunched over slightly, and the fear and enthusiasm that had been in his eyes beneath the brim of his hat had completely vanished.

All that's left is the ruthlessness of a gambler after being exposed: "The Celestial Master."

"You're still so young, don't meddle in too many things."

"Otherwise, it would be a shame if he died."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang immediately scoffed, looking at him with disdain and saying, "You dog, even though you're a ghost messenger, don't you know the true value of the title 'Celestial Master'?"

"Don't forget!"

"Zhong Kui was also a Taoist master!"

He pulled his hands out of his pockets, his right index and middle fingers together, and two purple arcs of electricity crackled from their tips.

I'm giving you one last chance.

"Give back every single one of those ghosts you just saw."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"