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"Um."

"It's been resolved for now, and this kind of thing won't happen again at the school."

Lin Yue looked at Yang Guang's face, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and looked down at her watch.

It was already past 1 a.m.

The 200-pound lump of fat in the corner finally detected the change in room temperature and shivered as it propped itself up halfway from the ground.

The head of the teaching department still had snot and tears on his face.

His legs felt like they were made of lead.

I finally managed to stand up, but my knees buckled and I almost collapsed back down.

"She...she's gone?"

Yang Guang glanced at him and said, "Let's go."

"However, the fact that Sister Hua isn't pursuing you doesn't mean that retribution won't come for you. The karma you owe in this life will be cleared up sooner or later."

"If you can't pay it all at once, you can pay it in installments."

"The interest rates are quite high."

The dean's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if all his energy had been drained away.

Yang Guang ignored him and turned to the principal, saying, "Principal, the marks on those three oddballs have disappeared."

"Let them sleep peacefully."

The principal nodded repeatedly, so grateful that he almost bowed to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang walked out of 404.

Lin Yue followed, and the two walked side by side toward the stairwell.

As they reached the corner on the second floor, Lin Yue suddenly spoke up: "Yang Guang."

"Um?"

"Just now, in that memory, I saw everything."

Yang Guang paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

Lin Yue's fist slowly clenched and then relaxed: "That girl... shouldn't have ended up like this."

Yang Guang spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "And then?"

Done.

Yang Guang then walked forward, saying, "Go home and sleep!"

Lin Yue watched Yang Guang's retreating figure, gritted her teeth, and followed him.

Lin Yue's taillights flashed at the end of the old town street and disappeared into the alleyway.

Yang Guang stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his hands in his sweatpants pockets, watching the police car drive away.

He is now exhausted, sleepy, and poor.

The mental state of the last Celestial Master at this moment can be perfectly summarized in these three words.

He glanced down at the broken phone with three cracks in it. What could he do with this little bit of money? He couldn't even afford a wedding house.

Ok.

We still need to work harder.

And I also need to take some time to investigate the lost land, a whole bunch of messy stuff.

However, the mess at the school has been temporarily cleaned up.

Luckily, I got the principal's meal card, so I won't have to worry about eating at school anymore.

Forget it.

Go to sleep now!

Yang Guang was about to push open the door to enter the courtyard when his fingers just touched the mottled wooden door panel, and a chill ran down his spine.

An extremely dense aura of yin energy surged along the bluestone pavement of the old town street, heading towards the courtyard.

Yang Guang's drowsiness vanished instantly, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Although this yin energy wasn't very strong, Yang Guang felt that the yang energy released by his fart could destroy it.

But this yin energy came extremely fast, without any concealment, and rushed straight into the courtyard!

This is practically a business opportunity coming to our door!

Is another vengeful spirit coming to my door in the middle of the night?

Yang Guang's spirits immediately lifted.

A chance to make money has arrived!

Yang Guang sprang into action.

With his left hand, he tore off the gray cloth cover from the lanterns by the door and lit the two white lanterns with a lighter.

The candlelight flickered and instantly turned green.

He grabbed two pieces of red cloth with his right hand and deftly blindfolded the pair of stone kylins at the door.

All in one go.

Flowing like clouds and water.

The gate to the small courtyard creaked open.

Before Yang Guang could even step inside, a grayish-white shadow rushed out of the courtyard like a wild donkey that had broken free of its reins.

The four legs kicked up a cloud of dust.

A pair of heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, shone brightly in the night.

"Father Yang!"

A voice, thick with the authentic Northeastern accent, exploded in Yang Guang's ears: "You're finally back!"

"I've been waiting for you at home so long the flowers are practically withered!"

"If you don't come back soon, I'm going to stew that big rooster in the backyard!"

"I've prepared all the mushrooms."

"I'm thinking of making a chicken stew with mushrooms, and adding some glass noodles. That'll do the trick!"

With its heterochromatic eyes and that ridiculously stupid face, one look tells you its brain is full of mush.

Yang Guang didn't even glance at it, and immediately raised his right foot to kick it.

The sole of the shoe slammed solidly onto Er Lengzi's huge forehead.

Er Lengzi let out a howl, his four legs slid back half a meter, and he landed on his bottom on the ground.

Why did you hit me?

"Shut up!"

Yang Guang lowered his voice impatiently, poking Er Lengzi's nose with his finger: "You dare touch a single feather of its?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tie you to a locust tree and dry you into dog jerky!"

Er Lengzi lay down looking aggrieved, his two front paws clasped together, his golden-blue heterochromatic eyes filled with clear stupidity.

"I'm hungry..."

Yang Guang tossed the secondhand phone, which had three cracks, over, and Er Lengzi caught it in his mouth.

Yang Guang said irritably, "Take it and order takeout yourself."

"Just grab something to eat, nothing more than 2.5 yuan."

The simpleton, with his phone in his mouth, mumbled indistinctly, "Two yuan and fifty cents?"

"Dad Yang, are you trying to make me starve?"

"That thing doesn't cost any money."

What can you buy for two yuan and fifty cents?

"I can't even buy a braised egg!"

Yang Guang kicked it in the rear, shooing it towards the backyard: "Get lost, get lost! If you don't know how, let Zhou Laoliu teach you!"

"Even though he's a pervert, at least he's been a human being and knows how to use a cell phone!"

"Get out of here now!"

"Business is here!"

"Don't get in my way of making money!"

Er Lengzi grabbed his phone and ran off.

He ran two steps and then turned back to yell, "Dad Yang, if you ever make a fortune, give me a chicken leg!"

"I want a big one!"

"roll!"

Yang Guang was too lazy to bother with this stupid dog with a low IQ anymore.

He strode into the main room.

He plopped down on that armchair.

Place your hands on the armrests and lean your back against the chair back.

The white lanterns at the entrance swayed with green light, and the small coffins on the two old locust trees in the courtyard swayed gently in the night breeze.

Yang Guang adjusted his posture and cleared his throat.

The Last Celestial Master is now officially open for business!

We eagerly await the arrival of our major clients!

as predicted.

In less than three minutes.

The wind chimes outside the courtyard gate suddenly rang loudly.

The sound was abnormally rapid.

Immediately afterwards, the old wooden door was pushed open by a gust of cold wind, and the door slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

A thick, blackish yin energy surged and rolled into the courtyard.

The small coffins with red ropes attached to the two old locust trees were shaking wildly.

The leaves rustled and shook.

The temperature in the courtyard dropped by five or six degrees.

coming!

Yang Guang straightened his body, adopting the posture of a hermit sage.

however.

The moment that figure floated in from outside the courtyard gate and stood in the center of the main room.

Yang Guang froze in his armchair.

He recognized him.

Isn't that Zhang Xu?