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

Zhou Dacheng stood for a while, bowed deeply, and paid his respects to the air before straightening up and turning to look at Yang Guang.

"Master Yang."

"Hurry up and get in the car."

"It's chilly outside in the middle of the night."

Yang Guang didn't stand on ceremony, opened the back door, and plopped down inside.

The leather seats feel really nice to the touch.

This is what life is all about!

Er Lengzi hopped up from the back of the car, lay down next to Yang Guang, and slurred his words on the leather seat.

The bell around his neck jingled twice, making Zhou Laoliu inside groan and moan.

Jia Youcai opened the passenger door from the passenger side, quickly sat down, and pulled his tattered Taoist robe up to cover the sleeves.

The heater is on, and the sound insulation is good.

The night wind howled outside, but inside the car was another world.

Zhou Dacheng took a bank card from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Yang Guang: "Master Yang."

"There's 500,000 in here."

"Thank you for letting me see my dad one more time."

Yang Guang was stunned for 0.01 seconds.

The next second, his half-closed eyes suddenly lit up.

He reached out and took the card.

The technique is natural and the movements are fluid.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stuffed it directly into his pocket.

Then he grinned and laughed, saying, "No problem, no problem."

"Boss Zhou, you're too kind."

"If anything happens in the future, just give Lao Jia a call."

He turned his head to the side and pointed to Jia Youcai next to him.

Jia Youcai sat in the passenger seat, secretly glancing this way.

Upon hearing his name called, he immediately sat up straight, adopting his usual air of authority, stroked his remaining white beard, and nodded with utmost composure.

"Um."

"If you need anything, just come to me. If I can't handle it, my junior brother will."

Zhou Dacheng smiled and nodded: "Okay!"

The Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of the hotel.

Yang Guang pushed open the car door, and Er Lengzi jumped out right after him.

Zhou Dacheng turned to look at Yang Guang and asked, "Master Yang, shall I take you home?"

"Need not."

"We'll go back ourselves."

It's not that he's being pretentious.

Two white lanterns hung at the entrance to his small courtyard, and small coffins were hanging from the trees in the yard.

If a living person like Zhou Dacheng saw this in the middle of the night, he would probably have to pay extra for funeral services on the spot.

Zhou Dacheng didn't insist any further and politely said goodbye.

Yang Guang looked up and glanced at the bright pink old man's car in the corner of the parking lot.

That color.

Under the dim streetlights, the pink glowed, it was dazzling, so pink that even Yang Guang's DNA resisted it.

Jia Youcai didn't care about any of that.

The man in his seventies looked refreshed after getting out of the Maybach.

He ran over to the electric car with small, quick steps, opened the driver's side door, climbed in, and started the engine with a whoosh.

Then he poked half his head out, grinned, and patted the passenger seat: "Let's go, bro!"

"I'll take you home!"

Yang Guang stood there, his hands in his pockets, staring at the flashy pink old man's car.

A fierce internal struggle is unfolding within him.

Take a taxi back...

Forget it.

Let's just ride in the old man's car.

Anyway, there wasn't a single dog on the street in the middle of the night.

No one will see it.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth, opened the passenger door, and plopped inside.

The moment my bottom settled down, the plastic seat made a sickeningly loud creak.

Er Lengzi jumped up from behind.

This husky reacted even more strongly than Yang Guang.

As soon as it got in the car, it lay down on the tiny back seat, its two front paws tightly covering its face.

Its heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, peeked out from between its claws, filled with a sense of utter despair.

With a cheerful twist of the handlebars, Jia Youcai played "Pink Memories" on the radio and leisurely drove the old man out of the parking lot.

Top speed: 25 km/h.

Yang Guang took the bank card out of his pocket and handed it to Jia Youcai: "Old Jia, you can keep this card for now."

"Find a bank tomorrow, withdraw the money, and transfer it to me."

Jia Youcai was driving with his eyes half-closed when he caught a glimpse of the card out of the corner of his eye, and his two withered hands suddenly trembled.

The old man's car swayed along with it.

"Okay!"

Jia Youcai snatched the bank card with lightning speed.

Before he could even warm the card in his hand, he had already stuffed it into the innermost hidden pocket of that tattered Taoist robe.

"Don't worry, bro!"

"I'll be the first one in line when the bank opens tomorrow morning!"

"I guarantee I'll transfer every single penny of the 250,000 to you!"

Speechless all the way.

The old man's car finally made its way to the streets of Fengdu's old town.

Jia Youcai parked the car and jumped out of the driver's seat in a flash.

The man, who was over seventy years old, ran to the passenger side, opened the car door with both hands, and bent over at almost a ninety-degree angle.

"Brother, please!"

Yang Guang sat in the car, completely frozen.

Are you going to work as a doorman at a five-star hotel?

Jia Youcai was still bent over, his hands barely touching the car door, as if he wanted to spread a red carpet on the ground.

Yang Guang climbed out of the car with a dark expression: "Old Jia, can't you be normal for once?"

Jia Youcai chuckled and rubbed his hands together: "Isn't this to thank you for taking me out for meat today, little brother?"

"I'll call you if there's any work to do from now on!"

Yang Guang waved his hand and led Er Lengzi towards the courtyard.

Jia Youcai stood beside the old man's car for a while, watching it go, before happily getting back into his car and driving the bright pink old man's car, which creaked and groaned as it disappeared into the night.

The gate to the courtyard was ajar.

Yang Guang pushed open the courtyard gate; the candles on the two white lanterns were not lit.

The courtyard was very quiet.

He looked up and glanced at the old locust tree.

The rooster was perched on the thickest branch, its head tucked under its wings, fast asleep.

Yang Guang ignored it.

He pushed open the door to the main room, and without even taking off his shoes, he collapsed headfirst onto the worn-out leather sofa.

The spring made a creaking sound.

Er Lengzi followed him in, circled around the sofa twice, and then lay down.

The copper bell around her neck jingled softly.

Inside, Zhou Laoliu muttered, "Be gentle."

Er Lengzi ignored it.

Yang Guang lay on the sofa with his face up, his right arm on his forehead, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying only one image.

That black hand that withstood the heavenly lightning!

So this thing is really the mastermind behind everything?

He rolled over and buried his face in the sofa cushions, but his mind couldn't stop racing.

Tonight's events were like a series of mysteries troubling him.

Yang Guang won't be able to sleep well until he figures these things out!

but.

As he pondered this, he fell silent.

Silent all night.

Dawn broke in an instant.

The morning sunlight couldn't wake Yang Guang, who was sleeping like a log, but a phone call could.

I answered the phone in a daze.

The voice that came through the phone was a woman's.

"Yang Guang, why haven't you come to school yet?"

"What happened?"

"Don't come to school yet, Wang Hao has gone back to school..."