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

The thing that killed Lin Ran, and even after it died, it made Lin Ran's corpse come back to life.

If I hadn't been there that night, who knows how much bigger trouble would have gotten into.

Yang Guang later tried to find him, but couldn't.

He stood in front of Yang Guang at that moment, his semi-transparent body emanating an extremely thick layer of black energy.

The facial features were still there, but the face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Most importantly, traces of ancient Taigu magic still remain on his body.

The dark red runes etched on the skin looked like centipedes crawling across it.

Yang Guang's expression turned completely somber.

He never expected this.

The person who came today was a scumbag whom he wished he could personally exorcise eight hundred times.

Yang Guang slowly leaned back in the armchair, resting his hands on the armrests and tapping the wood with his fingers.

The atmosphere in the main house was freezing cold.

"Yo."

Yang Guang grinned, but his smile was utterly devoid of warmth: "Isn't this Young Master Zhang?"

"What's wrong?"

"Not content with causing trouble for the living while you were alive, you now have to come here for a day trip after you're dead?"

Zhang Xu's ghost stood in the center of the main room, his empty eyes staring at Yang Guang.

His lips trembled slightly.

Its translucent body swayed incessantly under the green light.

The dark red patterns left by the ancient Taijutsu on his body were spreading inch by inch to his face.

Yang Guang stared intently at the runes.

The resentment and residual magic on Zhang Xu's body were seen devouring each other.

Upon seeing this, Yang Guang immediately burst into laughter: "Oh dear, has Young Master Zhang been refined into something else?"

"But to be honest, the person who trained you isn't very skilled."

"You still have some residual consciousness, so you haven't been completely cleansed."

"You came here so I could help you with your training?"

Yang Guang got more and more excited as he talked.

He propped both legs up on the octagonal table, wobbling precariously.

We're practically ready to brew a cup of tea and chat here.

"Young Master Zhang, the sins you've committed in this life, if they were in the archives of the underworld, they'd probably need a VIP room just for you, right?"

As Yang Guang spoke, his eyes never left Zhang Xu for a moment.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

Zhang Xu's empty, ghostly eyes would twitch violently every few seconds.

His eyes first veered to the left, revealing an extremely painful struggle.

Then it suddenly returned to its original position, becoming completely silent.

Two seconds later, it started shaking again.

This frequency is extremely regular.

It's like a computer crashing with a blue screen and then automatically restarting itself repeatedly.

Yang Guang pulled his legs off the table and leaned forward.

He saw it very clearly.

The dark red runes on Zhang Xu's body were engaged in a tug-of-war with his remaining self-awareness.

Each time the rune lit up, Zhang Xu's struggle weakened a little.

But every time he is about to be completely suppressed, he will suddenly break free for a moment.

This is outrageous.

According to the ancient books and materials that Yang Guang saw, the consciousness of a soul that was refined into a ghost servant should have been completely erased long ago.

It's the same principle as formatting a hard drive.

The data is cleared, leaving only an empty shell for the practitioner to manipulate.

But inside Zhang Xu's empty shell, there are still original data remaining?

And did he come here on his own?

How did this thing break free of control?

As Yang Guang's money-making instincts kicked in wildly, his vigilance, reserved for the last Celestial Master, also tightened.

But he still wouldn't let Zhang Xu off the hook verbally: "If you want me to help you practice, that's not impossible."

"rest assured."

"I will definitely keep you locked up in a latrine for ten thousand years."

"So that you can have a good chance to reflect on your life while you're inside."

"You don't need to thank me; this is my basic professional conduct as the last Celestial Master."

"Don't even think about after-sales service."

"After all, ten thousand years is too long; I won't live to see that time."

Zhang Xu stood in the center of the main room, his whole body trembling violently.

The dark red runes flickered wildly, like neon lights malfunctioning.

then.

thump.

The ghost of this arrogant and domineering rich kid, who had lived a life of boundless arrogance, slammed his knees straight onto the bluestone floor of Yang Guang's courtyard.

Yang Guang froze for a second.

Zhang Xu knelt down?

When this guy was alive, he didn't respect anyone except his father.

wrong!

He wasn't even very convinced by his own father.

Are you kneeling down like this now?

Zhang Xu's pale face was contorted into a grimace, and his semi-transparent body swayed even more violently.

His lips were trembling violently.

Each word felt like it was being pulled out of the throat one by one with pliers.

"save……"

"save……"

"Help me..."

"And...my dad..."

Yang Guang was taken aback.

save him?

And his dad?

Isn't Zhang Xu's father the well-known Boss Zhang from Fengdu?

That old man is perfectly fine, why save him?

But Yang Guang hadn't had a chance to ask any further questions.

The instant Zhang Xu finished speaking.

All the dark red runes on his body lit up at the same time.

It's not the intermittent flickering it used to be.

Instead, it suddenly locked everything.

It was so bright it was blinding.

Followed by.

A thick, purplish-black aura erupted from Zhang Xu's body.

The black mist was abnormally thick, churning in mid-air to form an ever-expanding vortex.

The small coffins with red ropes hanging from the two old locust trees in the yard were shaking wildly.

The wind chimes rang.

The lid of the teapot on the octagonal table was shaken and bounced up, falling to the ground and breaking in two.

Zhang Xu's struggles stopped instantly, and his ghostly eyes became empty again.

The runes completely suppressed his remaining consciousness.

Those few words he just spoke were probably the last bit of opportunity he managed to grab by fighting with all his might.

however.

At this critical moment.

A series of clattering footsteps came from the side, the kind that have four legs.

Er Lengzi, carrying a broken phone with three cracks in its mouth, darted out from the backyard.

It was lying in the corner of the yard, frantically swiping its big tongue across the screen, trying to find food for under 2.5 yuan that could be delivered to the old city of Fengdu on various food delivery platforms.

After searching for a long time, I found that even two and a half yuan wouldn't cover the delivery fee.

It was so angry that it almost chewed up the phone.

Just as it was about to give up foraging and go gnaw on the roots of the old locust tree in the backyard to satisfy its craving,

That thick, dark aura drifted over.

Er Lengzi froze instantly.

Its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, suddenly widened, its nose twitched wildly, and saliva dripped down its throat.

It splashed.

It's like a faucet that's not turned on properly.

It leaped three feet high, its four legs digging into the ground as it charged toward the main house.

Er Lengzi rushed to the door of the main room, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the black energy gushing from Zhang Xu's body.

Its big tongue circled around its mouth three times.

"This tastes amazing!"

Er Lengzi's Northeastern accent was even stronger than usual: "I remember this smell!"

"I've eaten it!"

"That little gadget from last time, it tastes just like this!"

"It's so delicious!"