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

Zhang Xu trembled all over.

He never wanted to experience that feeling of his consciousness being eroded inch by inch by the runes again.

"sign!"

"I'll sign!"

Give me a pen!

Yang Guang tossed the brush over.

The moment Zhang Xu's translucent fingers caught the brush, the brush tip actually hovered on the paper.

A drop of ink slowly seeped down, spreading across the "Party B" section of the contract.

Zhang Xu carefully wrote his name, stroke by stroke.

The handwriting was crooked and messy, like a primary school student doing homework.

But the moment the contract was signed, a faint golden light appeared around it before returning to calm.

It became.

Yang Guang put the contract away and stuffed it into the drawer: "Alright, half the job is done."

Zhang Xu blinked: "And the other half?"

"Your other half?"

Yang Guang curled his lips into a smile that looked utterly irritating: "Your other half is you, so you won't be sleeping tonight."

"what?"

Yang Guang waved his hand impatiently, pulled out a stack of A4 papers and a pen from under the table, and threw them at Zhang Xu like bricks.

"You know about the whistleblower letter, right?"

"Write down for me every single despicable thing your father has done over the years, from beginning to end, down to the smallest detail."

"When did you do it? Where did you do it? Who did you kill? Who did you sign that damn contract with? How did you launder the money? Which officials did you bribe?"

Not a single one can be missed.

"The more detailed the better."

"I'll take it to the police station tomorrow morning after I finish writing it."

Zhang Xu was completely stunned.

His translucent lips trembled twice.

"Master... my dad... the things he did, you couldn't write them all down in three days and three nights."

"Then you can write for three days and three nights."

Yang Guang showed no mercy: "Anyway, you don't need to sleep, eat, or go to the toilet, so you have plenty of time."

"If you don't have enough paper, get some yourself."

Zhang Xu: "..."

"Write!"

Zhang Xu picked up the pen, his posture even more serious than when filling out an answer sheet for the college entrance examination.

The pen tip landed on the A4 paper and began to move with a soft scratching sound.

Yang Guang nodded in satisfaction.

Just as I was about to get up and go back to my bedroom to sleep, I suddenly caught a glimpse of that stupid dog next to me out of the corner of my eye.

Er Lengzi was lying on the threshold of the main room, his heterochromatic eyes staring straight at Zhang Xu.

My mouth is watering again.

It splashed.

It's like a freshly turned-on faucet.

This guy is probably hallucinating from hunger; he might be thinking about eating Zhang Xu, right?

Yang Guang's eyes lit up.

Just right.

This is a chosen overseer.

"Fool."

Er Lengzi snapped to attention, his heterochromatic eyes turning sharply towards him: "Dad Yang, what's wrong?"

"Can I eat him now?"

Yang Guang ignored it and pointed at Zhang Xu, who was engrossed in writing a letter of denunciation: "You stay here and keep an eye on him tonight."

"If he dares to slack off, slack off, or put down his pen and daydream for more than ten seconds, you should go up and lick him."

Er Lengzi's heterochromatic eyes widened instantly.

The big tongue suddenly stuck out, a full half-foot long, hanging from the corner of its mouth, dripping drool.

"real?"

"Can you really lick it?"

"The kind that smells really good?"

"real!"

Yang Guang waved his hand dismissively: "But!"

"If he writes obediently, you just lie there like a quiet little dog and don't touch a single hair on his head."

"I'll order some takeout for you now, you can pick it up at the door later."

Er Lengzi immediately started spinning around excitedly on the spot.

Although, in comparison, it would prefer to taste Zhang Xu's flavor.

However...

Having takeout would at least give me a bite to eat.

Zhang Xu: "..."

Zhang Xu's pen trembled slightly on the A4 paper.

His translucent neck stiffly turned towards Yang Guang, his expression conflicted as he said, "Heaven... Heavenly Master... could we choose someone else?"

"This... this old dog's stare is giving me the creeps."

Yang Guang said irritably, "Don't push your luck."

"If it really comes up and bites you, I'll waive the rest of the payment for you."

Zhang Xu: "..."

What a load of rubbish!

It gave me nothing but a fart, and you can't get a refund from me even if you try!

Satisfied, Yang Guang turned and walked towards the bedroom in the inner courtyard.

Having promised Erha a takeout order, Yang Guang also ordered a set meal for it.

Everything should be done with the aim of saving money.

Anyway, with Zhang Xu's order, that's a safety net of 100,000 yuan.

Silent all night.

Dawn broke in an instant.

As the morning sunlight filtered through the leaves of the large locust tree in the courtyard and into the house, Yang Guang finally opened his sleepy eyes.

He shuffled out of the bedroom in his slippers.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and he kept yawning as he walked.

He froze as soon as he reached the door of the main house.

Zhang Xu's semi-transparent ghost was still kneeling in the center of the main room, his hand holding the pen never stopping for a second.

The stack of A4 papers at my feet was already almost half a foot high.

The simpleton next to him was lying on the threshold, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming, the gold and blue ones taking turns staring at Zhang Xu.

The large tongue hung from its mouth, and saliva soaked the doorstep.

"Awoo!"

When Er Lengzi saw Yang Guang come out, he immediately sprang to his feet and hopped around on all fours.

"Father Yang, you've finally woken up!"

"I've been keeping watch all night, my eyes are practically burning red!"

"That kid's been writing like a pro, I haven't gotten a single penny!"

"Since I've been so diligent, how about letting me have a taste?"

Yang Guang ignored it, squatted down and casually pulled two sheets of paper from the stack.

I only glanced at it.

Yang Guang raised his eyebrows.

The time, place, people, amount of money, and even the name of the construction team boss who was killed, and which building and unit he lived in were all clearly written down.

A small note followed.

"Three days after this man died, Old Deng took me to a nightclub to celebrate, and we opened three bottles of Hennessy."

Yang Guang: "..."

Good guy.

The hidden agenda in this accusation letter is even more ruthless than the letter itself.

"Finished writing?"

Yang Guang glanced at Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu's soul swayed, his semi-transparent face showing a hint of exhaustion from surviving a catastrophe, and he slowly put down his pen.

"Master, I've written everything I can."

Yang Guang straightened up and slammed the two pieces of paper he was holding onto the octagonal table: "That's it?"

"Your father has built this business over so many years, and all you've managed to produce is this pile?"

Zhang Xu lowered his head, and that Versailles air unconsciously crept up his head: "Master, you can't ask me to do that."

"I'm just a spoiled brat."

"Every day is either nightclubs or karaoke bars, or I'm out with my buddies driving around and picking up girls."

"What my dad does outside is none of my business."

"It's already quite good that you can remember these."

"Anyway, he can't spend all the money in the card, so let him do whatever he wants with it."

After Zhang Xu finished speaking, he sighed, looking just like a pitiful kid whose life had been ruined by his family of origin.

Yang Guang's teeth started to itch immediately.

He slowly squatted down to meet Zhang Xu's gaze.

"Young Master Zhang."

Do you know what I want to do most right now?

"I want to get your old man out and tie him up with you, then give you both a good beating."