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

Yang Guang turned around to face the principal and his wife, his expression unusually serious.

"Sister-in-law, listen to me."

"Your brother's current state is a classic case of a living person's soul leaving his body."

"His body is here, but his soul is not."

"That summoning talisman I just used was enough to drag all the evil spirits from the eighteen levels of hell to my side!"

Upon hearing this, the principal's wife's expression changed slightly: "Then why didn't it work?"

Yang Guang shrugged: "Because he's a living person."

"The souls of the dead don't have so many problems; they come when I summon them."

"But it's different for the living."

"Living people have their own thoughts and their own will."

"Although your brother's soul is no longer in his body, his consciousness is still there. He chose not to come back."

"He's so happy he's forgotten all about home, what can I do?"

The principal scratched his bald head, his face full of disbelief: "No way, he can get this addicted to fishing?"

"Even if your soul is lost, it won't come back?"

Yang Guang sneered: "Only a fisherman would understand this."

The principal opened his mouth, but was momentarily speechless.

It does seem quite addictive.

He Qiang's wife was so anxious that tears were almost in her eyes. She gripped He Qiang's arm tightly, her voice trembling, "Then... what should we do?"

"What if he never comes back?"

"He hasn't eaten for days; he'll die if this continues!"

Yang Guang glanced at He Qiang's sallow face and sunken eye sockets.

indeed.

If this continues, it's hard to say whether the soul will return, but this physical body can't hold on any longer.

Yang Guang frowned and turned to look at Chu Sheng: "What do you think?"

Chu Sheng had been standing silently in the corner until this moment when he finally came over.

He slammed his 250-pound mountain of flesh in front of He Qiang, bent down to look closely at He Qiang's face, and then waved his short, fat finger in front of He Qiang.

He Qiang did not react.

Chu Sheng straightened up, put his hands together, and said earnestly, "Brother Guang, I think we need to think about this from a different perspective."

"What's the thought process?"

"Since he doesn't want to come back on his own, then we have to go find him and drag his soul back."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "Go find him?"

"Um."

Chu Sheng pointed to the shiny bald head: "He lost his soul in the Qingshui River, so his soul is most likely still in the vicinity of the Qingshui River."

"And think about it, Brother Guang, the fact that he's holding a broom in a fishing pose means his soul is still fishing over there."

"It's not that he doesn't want to come back."

"He didn't know he was back; he thought he was still fishing by the river."

Yang Guang nodded with a smile.

Okay.

I'd say I have a tiny bit of skill.

At least he's not an idiot.

That way, next time Jia Youcai has something to do and I'm too busy, I can just let him go.

of course.

Let him go even if there's nothing wrong.

I take care of his food, drink, and lodging, so it's not unreasonable for him to earn some money for me, right?

Hey.

Just thinking about it makes Yang Guang happy.

However, there's nothing else to prepare; all we need to do is go and find He Qiang's soul.

But it's difficult to find him in broad daylight.

After all, nobody knows where his soul is hiding, fishing.

The soul of a living person is different from that of a dead person.

Yang Guang just pulled the soul of the dead over with a single talisman.

But the soul of a living person inherently carries yang energy. During the day, it blends into the yang energy of heaven and earth, just like a drop of water falling into the ocean, making it impossible to distinguish.

Only when the sun sets and the yin energy gradually increases can this be achieved.

Only then will the yang energy in a living person's soul become particularly noticeable.

It will be much easier to find it then.

Yang Guang turned to the principal and said, "Principal, this matter can only be handled after dark."

The principal was taken aback: "It's dark?"

"Um."

Yang Guang nodded: "We can't find his soul during the day; we have to wait until night when the yin energy is stronger."

The principal glanced at his wife's face, then at He Qiang's wife's red and swollen eyes, and cautiously asked, "Then... approximately what time?"

"After seven o'clock."

"It'll be fine once it gets dark."

The principal's wife frowned, but this time she didn't say anything.

After all, she still vividly remembered the scene of the yellow talisman spontaneously combusting without fire.

That's not something magic can do.

Although she didn't say it, she already believed it to a large extent.

He Qiang's wife asked anxiously, "Will Qiangzi be alright these next few hours?"

Yang Guang waved his hand: "Don't worry, he's been in this condition for several days, a few more hours won't make a difference."

"Just make sure he doesn't get dehydrated. You can put a little water in his mouth every now and then."

He Qiang's wife nodded repeatedly.

The principal quickly tried to smooth things over: "How about this, I'll open a hotel nearby so everyone can rest for a while."

"I'll drive you there after dinner."

Yang Guang had no objection.

Anyway, I'm just idling around.

Why don't we go to the hotel and rest for a while to recharge?

In less than ten minutes, I booked a double room at a budget hotel next to the residential area.

As soon as Yang Guang entered the room, he lay down on the bed, sprawling out in a wide, starfish shape.

Chu Sheng also sat down on another bed.

The bed creaked sadly.

Er Lengzi jumped onto Yang Guang's bed and lay down right at his feet.

With no outsiders present, the long-suppressed Er Lengzi couldn't wait any longer and said, "Monk, you say this He Qiang is quite a talent."

"He's lost his soul but is still fishing."

"Isn't this fisherman's obsession a bit too much?"

Chu Sheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands clasped together: "Dog benefactor, this humble monk feels that this matter is not so simple."

Er Lengzi asked cheerfully, "How so?"

"When a normal person loses their soul, their spirit should be in a daze, wandering around aimlessly."

Chu Sheng's expression was unusually serious: "But he's different. His soul is still in the fishing state, which means something is attracting him."

"Let him become so engrossed in the illusion of fishing that he can't escape it."

Er Lengzi sat up, his face full of excitement: "You mean, something is deliberately keeping him?"

"Most likely."

Chu Sheng nodded to his bald head: "Things in the water love doing this kind of thing the most."

"First, draw out the person's soul and immerse them in some kind of illusion."

"If the soul remains outside the body for too long, the physical body will not be able to withstand it. Once a person dies, the soul will completely belong to the body."

Er Lengzi exclaimed in astonishment, "Good heavens!"

"Did the fisherman get caught by the fish?"

"So, it's like the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, right?"

Er Lengzi and Chu Sheng got along very well, chatting away and having a great time.

But Yang Guang completely ignored the two of them.

What meaningful things can two money-losing bastards possibly say in a conversation?

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