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

The underworld official stared at the lightning on Yang Guang's fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Five Thunder Technique.

This thing is of little use to mourn the living.

But what about ghosts?

That's an overwhelming level of dominance.

Even a Yin official, who is a formal employee of the underworld, will still suffer a severe beating if hit by the Five Thunderbolts Technique.

But he did not back down.

The chain was coiled around his arm three times, each coil taut.

"Master, you'd better think carefully before you take action."

"The waters behind this are much deeper than you think."

"You're just a last Celestial Master; what good is it to manage things for a short time?"

"Can you control what happens in the future?"

Yang Guang tilted his head and said sarcastically, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The underworld official's body stiffened for a moment.

And in those two seconds of confrontation between the two.

Zhou Laoliu, who was huddled up behind Yang Guang, suddenly did something extremely stupid.

He released his grip on Yang Guang's clothes.

He crouched low and tiptoed toward his own white marble tomb.

It looked like they were planning to crawl back into their own graves and hide.

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head; his left hand shot out behind him with lightning speed.

Five fingers precisely pinched the collar of the silk burial shroud on the back of Zhou Laoliu's neck.

Zhou Laoliu's entire ghost was pulled off the ground, his limbs flailing wildly in mid-air.

"Celestial Master!!!"

Zhou Laoliu's screams echoed throughout the cemetery: "Let me go!"

"Don't get involved in my business!"

"I'm just an ordinary dead ghost, can't you just let me go back to my grave and lie there peacefully?"

Yang Guang's hand remained completely still.

Zhou Laoliu was lifted into the air, his two transparent ghost legs kicking rapidly, like riding a bicycle.

"Master, let go right now!"

"This policeman could blast my soul to smithereens with a single fart!"

"These old bones of mine, the dust from one punch he throws at you could kill me!"

"Let me go!"

"Even if I were to be reincarnated as a dog right now, it would be better than being cannon fodder here!"

Er Lengzi lay five steps away, his ears perked up, his face full of schadenfreude.

He muttered, "Another one wanting to be a dog. Is this industry really that corrupt?"

"Even a dog would be fought over."

"Does it eat poop?"

Yang Guang was too lazy to pay attention to Er Lengzi's foul mouth.

With a flick of his left hand, he threw Zhou Laoliu's transparent body directly towards Er Lengzi.

Zhou Laoliu's ghost tumbled twice in mid-air before finally landing on its buttocks.

It slid half a meter off the white marble brick.

"You idiot!"

"I have high hopes for him!"

Er Lengzi's reaction was a hundred times more exaggerated than Yang Guang had expected.

The husky sprang up from the ground with a whoosh, bracing itself on its hind legs, and stood upright.

The front paws are tucked to the sides of the body.

then.

It raised its right front paw and slapped it against the side of its forehead.

A standard military salute.

Its two heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, instantly became extremely serious, a stark contrast to its usual boastful and nonsensical nature.

"Received from Father Yang!"

The simpleton's thick Northeastern accent was particularly clear in the night breeze: "Don't worry!"

"Dog Lord guarantees to complete the mission!"

After finishing its salute, it retracted its front paws and turned to look at Zhou Laoliu, who was slumped on the ground.

His two heterochromatic eyes curved into two crescent moons, and his mouth was stretched wide, with drool almost dripping onto the ground.

"Brother."

Er Lengzi scurried over and placed his two front paws on Zhou Laoliu's semi-transparent shoulders.

Their posture was incredibly affectionate.

"Since you want to be a dog in your next life, then I'll teach you some experience first."

"Come, come, let's begin the first lesson."

"I'll teach you how to eat poop."

Zhou Laoliu's entire face froze into a stone slab.

His shrewd, old rogue eyes widened as he stared intently at the husky in front of him, which was standing on its hind legs and had a strong Northeastern accent.

The signals in my brain were completely cut off.

Where did this Taoist priest get such a thing from?

A talking dog?

Or is it a Northeastern accent?

Isn't this the South?

When did Fengdu begin to border Northeast China?

Zhou Laoliu's worldview underwent an unprecedented shock in just two seconds.

But he was indeed a seasoned veteran who had been in the mortal world for so many years.

After a two-second pause, the old rogue's fear vanished instantly.

Instead, he wore a smile that was even more affectionate than a son greeting his father.

He bent over and cupped his hands.

"Dog Lord!"

Hello, sir!

"I'll be working for you from now on, I'll be your subordinate!"

That was so natural.

It was incredibly smooth.

The speed at which he went from being terrified to admitting defeat was so fast that even he himself didn't have time to react.

But after he realized what was wrong, he didn't think anything was amiss.

After all, he could coax more than forty old ladies into submission, so coaxing a dog would be a piece of cake.

Er Lengzi was so excited by the "Dog Master" that his ears stood up and his tail wagged so hard he almost took off.

"Huh?"

"This guy's got it!"

"Much more sensible than Father Yang!"

"Come, come, brother, have a seat. Let me tell you the basics of eating poop. First, you have to learn to smell it, to tell how old the poop is and what it tastes like..."

Zhou Laoliu's lips twitched, but he still obediently squatted down and nodded sincerely.

"Please speak, Mr. Dog!"

"I'm all ears!"

Er Lengzi was overjoyed and pulled Zhou Laoliu's arm to wander to the side.

The ghost and the dog got along like old friends of decades in less than ten seconds.

Yang Guang glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Good guy.

When these two are put together, their shamelessness is off the charts.

Zhou Laoliu's shamelessness is probably on par with Jia Youcai's.

They even need to add two points.

After all, Jia Youcai is shameless only towards living people, while this guy is a ruthless person who can even coax a dog.

But Yang Guang had no interest in watching these two clowns anymore.

He withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the underworld messenger three steps away.

The slightly mocking smile that had been on his face vanished completely.

Yang Guang straightened his back and pulled his hands out of his pockets.

Bring your right index and middle fingers together.

Two purple arcs of electricity crackled from his fingertips.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then I'll kill you today."

He tilted his head and curled the corners of his mouth upwards.

"A messenger from the underworld?"

"What's with the multiple testicles?"

"I haven't even killed anyone yet!"

The underworld official's body tensed up.

The three coils of black chains around his arm vibrated and hummed.

He did not back down.

But the chain vibrated at an increasingly faster frequency, and the friction between the chain links produced a harsh metallic sound.

"Celestial Master".

The underworld official's voice was hoarse, low and laced with a sinister glint, forced through clenched teeth: "You really want to go against the underworld?"

"You are the last Celestial Master of the human world. Even if you take me in, you can't save those ghosts."

"That road is blocked."

"More than seventy souls are now drifting on the road."

"If you lay a finger on me, they'll scatter."

"His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed."

"May they never be reincarnated!"

These words were spoken.

Yang Guang's fingers paused for a moment.

More than seventy souls.

Zhang Defa, Wang Shoucheng, that old Han who died thirty-one years ago, and those old ghosts who waited for more than ten years just to be reborn into a good family.

They're all in that road to the underworld.

Yang Guang's teeth were grinding together.

"Are you threatening me?"