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

Of course, God wouldn't reply.

Only a chilling wind whistled through the tombstones.

Dazhuang lay on the ground, and the cracks in his soul body were still emitting yin energy.

He felt like his soul was about to fly away.

The power of those yellow talismans far exceeded what an ordinary wandering soul could withstand.

To know.

Da Zhuang would at most wander around the cemetery, occasionally stealing glances at the pretty girls who came to sweep the tombs.

For a wandering spirit of this level, let alone five talismans, even a single proper Taoist talisman would be enough to give it a hard time.

Yu Zixin threw out five cards in one go.

Five!

What's the difference between this and using a Gatling gun to shoot an ant?

This was also fortunate because Yu Zixin had just received the inheritance and there were still some details that she hadn't handled well, so the power was relatively small.

Otherwise, one shot would have been enough to completely ruin Da Zhuang.

Dazhuang felt that he had never been this miserable in his entire life, even if it were his last.

Even the time I was run over by a tractor didn't hurt this much.

At least that time it was a quick affair.

What about this time?

Five talismans, one after another, popping and crackling.

Just like setting off firecrackers during Chinese New Year, he was the unlucky guy who got tied to the firecrackers.

Da Zhuang weakly closed his eyes.

The yin energy was still seeping out from the cracks in his body.

Although the speed was slowing down, the feeling of weakness was becoming more and more intense.

He doesn't even have the strength to cry anymore.

The sound grew fainter and fainter.

I just felt wronged.

No!

This matter cannot be left unresolved!

I heard there's a place that handles services for the deceased's spirits. I have to find a Taoist master to help me get justice!

You little brat, just you wait!

woo woo woo...

Dazhuang felt more and more aggrieved, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

Given his current state, it's questionable whether he can even make it down the mountain, let alone file a complaint.

……

On the other side...

Qingshui River.

8:30 p.m.

The sun has completely set.

A thin layer of mist shrouded the river, making it appear particularly eerie in the night.

The principal's Passat was parked on the dirt road next to the river embankment.

The car door opened.

Yang Guang was the first to jump down, stretched, and his joints cracked a series of times.

Chu Sheng squeezed out of the back seat, and the Passat bounced back with a sigh of relief.

Er Lengzi was the last to jump out. After landing on all fours, he shook his fur and immediately began sniffing the air.

The principal locked his car, quickly caught up, and pointed to the wide river ahead, saying, "This is it."

"This is a tributary of the Yangtze River."

"My brother-in-law was night fishing in this area that night."

Yang Guang stood on the riverbank and looked to both sides.

Good guy.

Both banks are covered with dense reed beds and weeds.

The river flowed slowly in the night, occasionally splashing up a splash or two.

Yang Guang frowned: "Principal, exactly where did your brother-in-law fish?"

The principal scratched his bald head, looking troubled. "Well... I really don't know."

"All I know is that he comes to this area often."

"But he never told me exactly which position it was."

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

This river is at least several kilometers long.

There are countless fishing spots on both sides of the river.

If you ask him to search one by one, how long would it take?

Yang Guang took out a stick of incense from his backpack.

This is the Soul-Seeking Incense.

Once lit, the cigarette will automatically drift towards the direction where the soul is located.

Although the accuracy isn't very high, it can at least narrow down the range.

Just as Yang Guang took out the incense sticks, before he could even light them, Er Lengzi suddenly started yelling at him.

Its big tail swayed like a propeller, and its front paws pawed at the ground.

Its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, shone with excitement.

"Woof woof woof!"

Yang Guang looked down at it, raising an eyebrow: "You can find it?"

Er Lengzi tilted his big head back, his expression clearly saying: You underestimate Dog Master too much.

Yang Guang put the incense away with some skepticism: "Alright, then lead the way."

Er Lengzi immediately turned around and began sniffing the ground with his nose pressed against it.

He looked so serious, like a drug-sniffing dog on a mission.

Er Lengzi ran upstream along the riverbank, stopping to urinate on a crooked tree.

Yang Guang's temples throbbed twice.

"Are you looking for a soul or marking your territory?"

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi shook his hind legs and continued running forward.

Yang Guang followed helplessly.

Chu followed behind, panting heavily. The 250-pound mountain of flesh ran along the riverbank, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The principal is in an even worse situation.

His slightly protruding beer belly started panting after running less than two hundred meters.

"Little Yang... Master... could you... slow down...?"

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head: "Principal, your physical fitness isn't up to par."

"I'll have your brother-in-law take you fishing later, so you can get some exercise."

The principal almost choked.

I ran about five or six hundred meters.

Er Lengzi suddenly stopped.

It stood on the edge of the riverbank, sniffed the riverbed below, then turned to look at Yang Guang, wagging its tail even more enthusiastically.

"Woof!"

Yang Guang walked to the edge of the riverbank and looked down following Er Lengzi's gaze.

Below the riverbank is a flat riverbed.

There is a large, protruding rock on the riverbank, and next to the rock is a simple support made of bricks.

This is a fantastic fishing spot.

On that large rock, a semi-transparent figure sat upright.

With both hands still holding the fishing rod, body slightly leaning forward, and eyes fixed intently on the river surface.

That posture.

He looks exactly like He Qiang, who sits on the sofa in his living room with a broom.

However, He Qiang here is holding a real fishing rod.

To be precise, it is a semi-transparent fishing rod.

The fishing line extends from the tip of the rod and disappears into the river.

He Qiang had an extremely satisfied expression on his face.

Yang Guang's face instantly darkened: "I knew it!"

"This guy is still fishing!"

"You've completely lost your mind, and you're still fishing here?"

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

"So, fishing enthusiasts never go home empty-handed, right?"

"Even death isn't acceptable?"

Chu Sheng leaned closer for a look, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this benefactor's faith is even stronger than this humble monk's."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at him: "Get lost, is this what you call a Dao heart?"

"That's called obsession!"

The principal finally caught up from behind, bent over with his hands on his knees, panting like a bellows.

"Master Yang, have you found it?"

Yang Guang nodded and pointed to the riverbank below: "Found it, they're fishing right there."

The principal looked in the direction Yang Guang was pointing.

The riverbank was completely empty.

There was nothing there except for that big rock and a few clumps of weeds.

The principal looked completely bewildered: "Where?"

"Why can't I see anything?"