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

Yang Guang stood there, stunned.

It took him a full three seconds to react.

Damn it!

You damn ghost messenger!

Get a permanent position with the underworld!

She just ran off looking so fresh and beautiful?

Yang Guang turned his head and stared at the direction the underworld messengers had run for two seconds, but there was nothing there.

Not even a trace of the soap fabric remained.

"Hold."

"You're a ghost messenger now, and you're still playing those childish tricks with me, huh?"

"Okay, okay!"

"I'm going to challenge you!"

Zhou Laoliu was silent for about two seconds, then suddenly jumped out from behind the big tree.

Two transparent ghost legs ran very fast and stopped next to Yang Guang.

He stared at Yang Guang with a gleam in his eyes.

That kind of enthusiasm is no different from that of a middle-aged woman who has successfully become a fan of a celebrity.

"The Celestial Master is awesome!"

Zhou Laoliu first raised one thumb, then added another, both thumbs pointing at Yang Guang.

"Master, for your skill alone, I, Zhou Laoliu, am truly impressed today!"

"They even drove away the underworld officials!"

"I've never seen anything like this in my entire life!"

Yang Guang turned his head and gave him a disapproving look.

"Stop howling."

"There are still more than seventy souls trapped on that road."

"You fucking applaud for me?"

Zhou Laoliu froze for a moment, then slowly retracted his thumb.

He coughed awkwardly, trying to maintain the enthusiasm on his face, but most of that energy had already wilted.

"That... is indeed a problem."

"But Celestial Master, since the underworld messengers have already failed and there's no way down, does that mean I don't need to go down now?"

"nonsense."

"Go wait over there, I'll take you later!"

Yang Guang ignored him, turned around, squatted down, opened the tattered canvas bag, and rummaged through its contents.

Zhou Laoliu's face instantly turned sour.

孽 孽!

So, I guess I can't escape after all?

At this moment, Er Lengzi also came over, put his head on Yang Guang's shoulder, and looked inside.

"Father Yang, what are you looking for?"

"Get off me, you're pressing down on me."

The simpleton shifted his head and continued to peer in: "Did you find it?"

"Do you have anything else to say if you haven't found it?"

Er Lengzi shut up, but still stuck his head there.

One pair of blue eyes and one pair of gold eyes were staring into the bag.

Yang Guang pulled out a small cloth bag from underneath, about the size of a palm, tied with hemp rope.

Yang Guang tore open the hemp rope on the cloth bag.

Inside lay a dark, charred candle.

This is not some cheap, three-for-ten-yuan scented candle from the Yiwu Small Commodities Wholesale Market.

This thing has quite a history.

It is formed entirely from pure Yin energy.

Throughout the entire Dharma-ending Age, this thing is a hard currency that is valuable but unavailable.

You can't buy it on the market at all.

Even a piece the size of a fingernail that can be cut off would be fought over by those unorthodox Taoist priests who practice evil magic.

Yang Guang held the black candle between two fingers, his heart bleeding.

Huge loss!

A complete and utter loss!

I didn't even see a penny from today's deal.

What happened to the promised sales figures for the 80th?

What happened to the promise of getting rich through good deeds?

Not only has everything gone down the drain, but now they're even throwing in their most treasured secrets.

But he personally sent those seventy-odd souls down that road.

The first business deal resulted in a missing ghost case?

The reputation of our funeral service center must not be ruined here!

If word gets out, how will he survive in this industry?

How is he supposed to save up for a wife?

Whether you're a lowly underworld official or a judge in the netherworld, if you've swallowed my achievements, I'll squeeze them out of you no matter what!

"Dad Yang, what are you doing with that black mud stick?"

Er Lengzi scurried over, and his black nose twitched twice hard against the candle.

"Why does this flavor feel a bit intoxicating?"

"It's even more pungent than the stinky tofu from Widow Li's stall at the village entrance."

Yang Guang slapped the dog on the head with his backhand: "Shut your dog mouth!"

"You don't know anything."

"This is called the ticket to the high-level game."

Er Lengzi shrank back when he was slapped, and took a half step back with his tail between his legs.

Yang Guang didn't waste any more words.

He slammed one knee heavily onto the cold white marble floor tiles.

He flipped out a bright yellow talisman with his right hand.

It was slapped directly onto the ground.

One more.

The two yellow talismans are arranged in the shape of the Tai Chi Bagua and are connected end to end.

The black candle stood firmly in the center of the yellow talisman.

Thus, a very simple altar for guiding the way was formed.

But this is not enough.

Forcibly opening a path to the underworld is an act of defying fate.

Yang Guang made a sword-finger gesture with his right hand.

He ran his fingertip across the rough candle wick with force.

Stab it!

A ball of eerie green flame burst open instantly.

The firelight cast a ghastly green glow on half of Yang Guang's face.

The temperature around us plummeted.

The dry grass leaves on the ground were even covered with a layer of frost that was visible to the naked eye.

Yang Guang's ten fingers flew wildly in front of his chest, forming hand seals so fast that they left afterimages, creating one complex hand seal after another out of thin air.

"Heavenly spirits and earthly blessings descend, their righteous energy connecting heaven and earth, reaching even the netherworld! Summon!"

The last word slammed heavily onto the ground.

Yang Guang stomped his foot suddenly.

The earth is shaking!

The pale green flame on the black candle, which had been burning quietly, suddenly began to flicker wildly.

Followed by.

The flames suddenly tilted to one side.

The flames were stretched and lengthened by an invisible force, drawing a green line of fire in mid-air.

At the end of the fire line, he pointed intently at the empty space where the Yin Road had just disappeared.

boom!

The air above the cemetery was violently torn apart by some brute force, producing a piercing, crackling sound like leather being ripped apart.

A thick, impenetrable white mist appeared out of nowhere.

The fog churned wildly on the ground, pushing outwards to both sides.

Click click click.

The space itself was trembling.

A dirt road, only a meter wide, was forcibly pulled back from nothingness into the world of the living by this force!

The road surface is uneven and full of potholes.

White mist churned on both sides.

The Road to the Underworld is reopened!

Zhou Laoliu was completely dumbfounded.

He gripped his scalp tightly with both hands, his entire face contorted in extreme agony.

What kind of godlike, unbelievable feat is this?

The underworld's roads are all blocked!

The doors were welded shut!

You just lit a broken candle in the mortal world and somehow managed to dig a hole through someone's load-bearing wall?

I just don't want to go down to the underworld and get a beating from the King of Hell.

Brother, do you really need to make such a big fuss? Are you even going to throw me down there to be whipped?

I just want to live a quiet life as a wandering ghost.

Er Lengzi, on the other hand, is a completely different person.

The husky rested its two front paws directly on a grand tombstone next to it.

Their heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, shone brightly in the night.

Its large tail left afterimages as it swayed.

Yang Guang completely ignored the ghost and dog's charade.

He straightened his back.

He strode quickly to the edge of the dark road.

My gaze pierced through the swirling white mist.

The figure in the black robe didn't run very far.

The underworld messenger was running wildly along the path when he suddenly heard a spatial explosion behind him, and he slammed on the brakes.

He suddenly turned his head.

Beneath the brim of the hat, the grotesque, fanged face froze instantly.

Two dead fish eyes almost popped out of their sockets and landed on the road to the underworld at their feet.

What the hell!

What the hell is this?

The laws of the underworld, which have stood for millions of years, have actually been broken by a mortal?

The Road to the Underworld is the dividing line between the realms of the living and the dead.

A mere last Celestial Master in the human world.

It's incredible that a single broken candle emitting green light could forcibly reverse the laws of Yin and Yang and reconnect the disconnected network cable.

What kind of bastard did I mess with today?

P.S.: Happy May Day holiday to all my friends! Unlike me, I'm still stuck writing. While you're having fun, make sure my share is enjoyed too!