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

Yang Guang stopped teasing him and turned to look at He Qiang's wife.

The young woman with red and swollen eyes was standing anxiously beside He Qiang, with one hand on his shoulder.

Yang Guang walked over and squatted down in front of He Qiang.

He tilted his head and carefully examined He Qiang's face.

His complexion was sallow, his lips were bluish, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was a faint bluish-black aura between his eyebrows.

Not strong.

But it does exist.

Yang Guang glanced again at He Qiang's eyes, which were fixed on the ground.

The pupils are dilated and out of focus.

He wasn't staring at the ground.

Rather, it is something that only he himself can see.

Yang Guang stood up and turned to look at Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng also came over to take a look, put his hands together, and nodded.

Yang Guang already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets, turned to look at the principal's wife, and said in a calm tone, "Sister-in-law, I roughly understand He Qiang's situation."

The principal's wife immediately leaned over anxiously: "How is it?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Can it be cured?"

Yang Guang nodded: "Yes."

"It's nothing serious, he's just lost his mind. We can bring him back to his senses."

"real?"

"OK!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master Yang."

The principal's wife's tone was relatively polite, but she just didn't quite trust that Yang Guang could really solve the problem.

Yang Guang didn't care at all about the scrutinizing gaze from the principal's wife.

to be frank.

He's used to it.

This face makes everyone look like a minor.

Lin Yue had the same expression when she first met him.

and after?

Really fragrant.

Therefore, Yang Guang has never cared what others think of him.

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Anyway, once the work is done and the money is in hand, that's the true value of being called the Last Celestial Master.

And that's really not the case.

They've just lost their soul.

For Yang Guang, this was as simple as an ordinary person helping their neighbor unlock a door.

While other locksmiths need to carry toolboxes, he only needs a talisman and a hand seal.

It only takes three minutes.

Efficiency at its maximum.

Yang Guang reached into his pocket with his right hand, felt around for a moment, and pulled out a crumpled piece of yellow paper.

When the principal's wife saw the yellow talisman, which was crumpled like a used napkin, her lips twitched involuntarily.

She glanced back at the principal, her eyes clearly saying: This is the person you invited?

The principal shrank back again, but still mustered the courage to give a reassuring look.

Yang Guang ignored the couple's arguing.

He walked to a position two steps in front of He Qiang, and pinched the yellow talisman between his right index and middle fingers.

He straightened his wrist.

His entire aura changed instantly.

The high school student who had been grinning and acting carefree just moments before now had a sharp gaze, and an invisible pressure seemed to emanate from him.

Even the simpleton lying next to him raised his head, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, intently watching Yang Guang's movements.

Chu Sheng stood in the corner, his hands clasped together, and nodded slightly.

Yang Guang quickly formed a hand seal with his left hand at his side, his five fingers twisting and intertwining, so fast that they left afterimages.

Even He Qiang's wife couldn't help but take a half step back.

Yang Guang took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes.

He proclaimed in a loud voice: "The Heavenly Beginning and Heavenly Spirit manifest, Heaven and Earth appear; the Three Pure Ones and the Three Venerables sweep across the Nine Provinces!"

"All souls of the ten directions, heed my command!"

"The one summoned by the talisman returns to the altar to report!"

"Please release the detained underworld officials and evil spirits immediately, without delay!"

"amnesty!"

The moment the last word came out of Yang Guang's mouth.

The yellow talisman held between his fingers suddenly lit up.

then.

Spontaneous combustion without a flame.

Orange flames burst from the center of the yellow paper, the firelight reflecting on Yang Guang's face, illuminating his unbelievably young face with distinct light and shadow.

The ashes fell down in a flurry, leaving thin, orange-red trails in the air.

The living room was instantly filled with the scent of sandalwood.

The principal's wife was completely stunned.

Her mouth was agape, and her eyes were practically popping out.

What's going on?

That crumpled piece of paper just now caught fire on its own without a lighter or matches.

He Qiang's wife is even more outrageous.

She took three big steps back, her back slamming into the TV cabinet, and the remote control fell to the ground with a thud.

The principal knew Yang Guang's abilities, so his reaction was relatively calm.

But despite his composure, he couldn't help but puff out his chest and glance at his wife.

His eyes were full of smugness.

See that?

This is the person Lao Tzu invited!

You still think I'm fooling you?

The principal's wife's lips moved, but she didn't utter a single word for a long time.

He Qiang's wife also came to her senses and muttered softly, "How...how did they do that?"

Yang Guang ignored them.

He withdrew his hand, stood in front of He Qiang, put his hands back in his pockets, and tilted his head to stare at He Qiang's face.

wait.

A minute passed.

He Qiang remained completely still.

He still held the bamboo broom in both hands, maintaining the fishing posture, his eyes fixed on the ground.

There hasn't been the slightest change.

Two minutes.

Still nothing.

The atmosphere in the living room began to become subtle.

The principal's smile froze on his face, and he couldn't hold back his smile.

His wife's gaze shifted from shock to suspicion, and then from suspicion to an expression that Yang Guang recognized very well.

That was a "I knew it" expression.

three minutes.

He Qiang, holding the broom, didn't even blink.

There was absolutely no response.

The principal's wife snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and glanced at the principal sideways.

That look was more lethal than any of her previous glances.

The translation is: Tadashi Yoshi, you're finished.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on the principal's forehead.

He quickly moved closer to Yang Guang, lowered his voice, and whispered in a pleading tone, "Master Yang, what... what's going on?"

"Why is my brother-in-law still not reacting at all?"

Yang Guang coughed lightly.

to be frank.

He was also a little embarrassed.

After all, how cool was that move just now?

Incantations, hand seals, and talismans spontaneously combust without fire.

The presentation and the overall impression were impressive.

The results of it?

All talk and no action.

Three minutes have passed, and the effect is practically zero.

It's like you choose "I Will Love You Till I Die" in a karaoke bar, and when the intro starts, everyone stands up and applauds, but when you start singing, you sing off-key and end up in the next room.

Embarrassing.

What a shame!

But Yang Guang is Yang Guang after all.

The thickness of his skin is something he developed through two years of military service.

Yang Guang cleared his throat and said calmly, "Principal, this is not my problem."

The principal grew anxious: "What's the problem?"

Yang Guang pointed at He Qiang, who was still fishing with a broom in his arms: "It's your brother-in-law who didn't want to come back."

"What do you mean?"

The principal looked completely bewildered.

The principal's wife, standing nearby, frowned and pressed, "What do you mean by 'unwilling to come back'?"

"Aren't people all sitting here?"