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

The head of student affairs abruptly looked up, his face streaked with tears and snot reflecting the light: "I...I'm a victim too, Principal!"

"I was just a young person who had just graduated back then!"

"I'm scared!"

"If I stand up, my life is over!"

"My job, my livelihood, all gone!"

The entire room fell silent.

Yang Guang stood still, his hands in his pockets.

He didn't respond.

It's not that I don't want to curse, it's that I'm too lazy to curse.

Often, people are far more terrifying than ghosts.

But now is not the time to settle old scores with this fat pig.

Because just as the head of the teaching department was wailing in despair.

In the very center of the dormitory, a figure silently materialized.

It was the same old-fashioned school uniform that Lin Yue remembered, except that this uniform had several neat patches on it.

She stood straight in the middle of the dormitory.

A pair of dark eyes were staring intently at the dean of students slumped in the corner.

The yin energy was extremely strong.

Even Yang Guang couldn't help but rub the goosebumps on his arm.

The principal had already hidden outside the door frame, only peeking in with half his head sticking out, his legs trembling at a rate similar to that of an electric drill.

But none of them could see it; only Yang Guang could.

Yang Guang took two steps forward: "Senior."

"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me."

"This is what I've always done."

"We professionally help the deceased fulfill their wishes and guide them to a better life. Our fees are reasonable, and we treat everyone fairly, young and old."

"After-sales service is not available yet, since there is no signal in your area."

"How is it?"

The female ghost senior stood straight in the center of the dormitory, her dark eyes staring at Yang Guang.

There was no reply.

Yang Guang maintained his salesman's posture, spreading his hands and looking sincere.

The air froze for a full five seconds.

Just when Yang Guang thought the other party was going to put on the aloof school beauty persona again and was preparing to change her rhetoric to fool him, the senior finally spoke up.

"cost."

"I've already paid."

When those two sentences came out of the senior's mouth, Yang Guang's smile froze on his face.

Have you paid?

What does that mean?

Before he could ask any further questions, the senior student continued, "Twenty years ago, someone came here."

"He looks a lot like you."

A chill ran down Yang Guang's spine.

This chill has nothing to do with yin energy.

It's purely a bad feeling.

The senior student continued, "He sealed me in this building, took one of my teeth, and my tears."

He said that when I get out, someone will naturally come to help me solve everything.

Yang Guang's mind went blank for a moment.

A tooth.

Ten drops of ghost tears.

Isn't this the standard remuneration for the Rebirth Agency?

And he came here twenty years ago?

Does he look a lot like me?

Don't even think about it.

Who else could it be but that biological father who owes the underworld a huge debt of good deeds?

Yang Guang froze on the spot.

Seeing Yang Guang suddenly freeze, Lin Yue thought something was wrong and quickly came over, lowering her voice to ask, "What's wrong?"

Yang Guang ignored her.

His brain was processing this explosive information at an unprecedented speed.

Good guy.

He already knew that his father, whom he had never met, owed the underworld a huge debt of good deeds.

He tolerated it.

After all, the principle of children paying for their parents' debts is unreasonable, but it's at least a plausible logic.

Later, he discovered that his father owed a lot of favors to others.

He tolerated it.

people.

When you're out in the world, who doesn't owe a few favors?

But I never expected this!

This old bastard even cheats ghosts!

They collect the ghost teeth and ghost tears from others, get their payment, and then leave without doing any work.

Are you just dumping this mess on your unborn son?

What kind of operation is this?

Taking money without delivering services, coupled with futures-style subcontracting?

In modern commercial society, this could lead to bankruptcy due to a lawsuit filed by the Consumer Association!

Yang Guang had seen some truly terrible people.

But I've never seen anyone so terrible with their son!

If you went out and said you weren't their biological child, no one would believe you, because someone who isn't a biological child wouldn't cheat you to this extent.

Only a blood relative could scam someone so precisely, so thoroughly, and so without any psychological burden.

Yang Guang tucked his hands tightly into his sweatpants pockets, his fingers almost poking through the fabric.

Yang Guang closed his eyes.

It’s over.

I, Yang Guang, am the last Celestial Master, aged eighteen!

The legacy my father left me: a mountain of karmic debts, a mountain of favors owed, plus a female ghost who has been tricked for twenty years.

The key issue is that Yang Guang has no idea how many more messes that troublesome father has left for him!

Other people's fathers leave behind mountains of gold and silver, while his father leaves behind mountains of debt.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Um... senior, let me discuss this with you. What if I don't honor this?"

The senior student's expression remained unchanged.

Those dark eyes stared straight at Yang Guang, their indifference reaching its peak.

"It's okay if you don't acknowledge it."

"At worst, my soul will be scattered."

Yang Guang's entire body hair stood on end.

The senior student continued, "The contract is already in effect, so I don't care."

"But can you handle it?"

Yang Guang's face turned completely dark.

It was even blacker than the charred corpse in dormitory 404.

What the hell is this called?

This is called "the father signs the contract, the son risks his life to protect it."

This is like your own father digging a 20-year-long pit for you; if you don't jump in, you'll die.

Yang Guang stared at his senior with a resentful look, his expression exactly like that of a corporate slave who was owed wages by his boss and still had to work overtime.

"So, what are your requirements, senior?"

"You can't expect me to avenge you, can you?"

"While that fat pig certainly deserved a beating, I don't want to commit murder."

The senior student slowly turned her head.

Those empty black pupils swept over the headmaster, who was huddled in the corner, wailing loudly.

They took it back.

"Life is not worth living."

"I'll never come back in my next life..."

The senior student's voice was extremely soft and faint.

The temperature in the entire dormitory dropped by several degrees.

Yang Guang didn't speak, he just stood quietly in place.

The senior student paused for a few seconds, then continued, "But my child is innocent."

"I want to see my child again."

Yang Guang was stunned.

child?

In that memory, after the senior student was found to be pregnant, the young homeroom teacher simply ran away.

Then there was that fire...

What about that child?

"That person already promised me back then."

The "person" the senior student mentioned is none other than Yang Guang's father, the one who ruined his son's life.

"My child has been reincarnated and reborn as a human being."

"But I've been waiting."

"Waiting for you to come."

"I want to follow you."

"To accumulate merit for my child."

"These are the conditions that person personally promised me back then."

It’s over.

Yang Guang's brain completely shut down.

Follow him?

Earning merit?

He's a last Celestial Master, and he hasn't even finished paying off his own karmic debts yet. Now there's another female ghost trying to piggyback on his merits.

and!

His father not only took the payment but didn't do anything, and also generously agreed to a bunch of additional conditions.

This is like your dad going to a restaurant, eating, not paying the bill, and telling the waiter that when his son comes over, he not only has to pay for the meal, but also has to come and clean the place every day!

Talent!

His dad is truly a chosen working-class machine!

Or maybe I should learn from that, first carry on the family line, have a few sons, and then run away and live a carefree life.

Let's take advantage of all the freebies we can get before we talk about it again?