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

Yang Guang put away those chaotic thoughts.

No matter how much he cursed his son's father, he still had to get on with the task at hand.

He looked up and stared straight at the senior student standing in the center of the dormitory.

The patched-up old school uniform stood out starkly in the acrid smell of dormitory 404.

Yang Guang pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed them over his chest, his playful expression completely disappearing.

Instead, he adopted a rare seriousness: "Senior, there's something I need to ask you."

"Liu Qiang is only eighteen years old. No matter how much of a scoundrel, how immoral, or how foul-mouthed he is."

"He's a living, breathing person too."

Yang Guang's voice was very low, but each word was emphasized: "But now that you've killed him, why should I still let you follow me?"

The temperature in the dormitory dropped sharply again.

The head of discipline in the corner trembled even more violently, his teeth grinding together, but he didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

The senior student lowered her head and glanced at the charred bed.

Then she raised her head and looked calmly at Yang Guang with her dark eyes: "I've already paid."

"The commission has been completed."

A casual remark struck Yang Guang like a blow to the chest, leaving him feeling as if he had been hit by a dull thud.

Yang Guang opened his mouth, then closed it again.

It’s over.

What this senior said makes perfect sense.

Twenty years ago, that lousy father of mine took in someone else's Ghost Fang and Ghost Tear, and the contract in black and white was already in effect.

The rules of the funeral service office are clearly written; once you accept a task, you must complete it.

Now, people have not only paid a deposit, but they've also waited for twenty years!

Twenty years!

On Taobao, this would be considered a failure to ship within the time limit, and the platform would have to intervene and hold the merchant fully responsible!

Moreover, the person who accepted the contract was Yang Guang.

Denying responsibility?

Sure.

Their souls were scattered and their spirits were destroyed.

Yang Guang shoved both hands back into his pockets, his fingers almost poking holes in the fabric.

He cursed his complete stranger, his biological father, in his mind for a full thirty seconds.

The key is that this senior is impeccable.

The most troublesome thing is that they never even thought about being reincarnated!

Yang Guang remained silent for several seconds, which was quite rare for him.

But he remained silent and did not concede.

It's illogical to say that a female ghost who has killed someone is following him.

He was the last Celestial Master, not a gangster's den.

"Senior, the fact that you killed someone cannot be changed. My office is for doing good deeds and accumulating merit, not for harboring murderers."

"Moreover, I still owe the underworld a mountain of good deeds that I haven't repaid."

"You won't gain much merit by following me."

Why bother?

The senior student's answer remained calm: "The merit I gain from working for you will all be used to offset my karma."

"Once I've repaid my debt, I'll repay the good deeds you owe."

Yang Guang's brain was working at lightning speed. Was this how he got free labor?

You won't lose money.

No matter how you calculate it, you won't lose money.

Yang Guang immediately burst into laughter, which also opened up his mind.

If you repay the merits of the underworld all by yourself, it might take forever.

The key point is that he doesn't even know how much his cheapskate father owes, but if someone can help him pay it off, then it will definitely be paid off faster!

Haha!

Once you open your mind, it doesn't seem so hard to pay it back, does it?

Although Yang Guang was secretly overjoyed, he still put on a troubled expression and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

"So, what are you going to do with this pig?"

The senior student slowly turned her head.

Those dark eyes swept over the obese body of the head of student affairs, who was huddled in the corner.

The head of the teaching department suddenly shuddered.

But he was still kowtowing and apologizing, and he was still crying.

The senior student seemed unfazed: "It doesn't matter."

He will bear the consequences of his actions.

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

He originally thought that his senior would let him throw the fat pig downstairs, or at least make him suffer a little.

After all, after twenty years of obsession, who wouldn't want to stage a classic revenge scene of being choked and turned into charcoal?

The result was just a simple "Whatever"?

Looking at his senior's expressionless face, Yang Guang suddenly understood.

It's not forgiveness.

I'm too lazy to hate anymore.

It takes effort to hate someone.

This girl sat in the fire for twenty years, and had long since burned away all her strength.

Yang Guang nodded.

He reached into his collar and pulled out a token about half the size of his palm, which he then hung on a black hemp rope.

The token is entirely black, with the words "Celestial Master" engraved on the front.

The back is densely covered with runes so small they are almost invisible to the naked eye.

This thing was passed down from his grandfather, and it's said to have been passed down for countless generations.

Yang Guang waved the token in front of his senior: "Alright then, you'll live here from now on."

"It guarantees warmth in winter and coolness in summer, and you don't have to pay rent."

The senior student glanced down at the jet-black token.

Yang Guang quickly added, "But senior, there's something I need to tell you beforehand."

"You can stay inside."

"But please don't peek at me when you're not doing anything."

"This is an invasion of personal privacy."

"Do you know that this is illegal?"

"And also..."

Yang Guang scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "What if... I mean, what if..."

"If I start dating or have a boyfriend or anything, you're not allowed to peek."

"This is a matter of principle."

"If you don't agree, this deal won't go through."

There was a two-second silence.

The senior student's lips twitched slightly.

This is the first time she has shown emotional fluctuations since she appeared in public.

"Don't worry, little brother."

"If you don't call me 'senior sister,' I'll shut myself off and won't bother you."

Yang Guang blinked twice.

Little brat?

I am the last Celestial Master, the judge of the mortal realm, a man who roams freely in the ghost city of Fengdu.

You call me "stinky little brother"?

But he didn't dwell on the form of address; instead, he quickly nodded and said, "Deal!"

He quickly handed over the token, afraid that the senior might change her mind: "By the way, I haven't asked what your name is yet?"

The senior student glanced at him and said, "From now on, you'll call me Sister Hua."

Done.

Her body began to fade.

Starting from the toes, it gradually transformed into bluish-gray light spots, converging towards the Celestial Master's Token.

It disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

The token cooled slightly before returning to normal.

Yang Guang tucked the Celestial Master's plaque back into his collar and patted his chest.

At this moment, the oppressive chill that made it hard to breathe in the dormitory instantly dissipated, and the temperature began to rise.

The acrid smell was still there, but the stinging pain that had previously seeped into my bones was gone.

Yang Guang sighed, unable to help but click his tongue in amazement: "From now on, there is one more person in the world who has to repay a debt of merit."

This was said very softly.

But in this extremely silent dormitory, it was exceptionally clear.

Lin Yue, who was in the dormitory, immediately felt the change in temperature.

The oppressive feeling that had been so intense just moments before was completely gone. She couldn't help but look at Yang Guang and ask in confusion, "Is it resolved?"