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

He Qiang's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping glass.

But they were definitely speaking normally.

He Qiang's wife burst into tears on the spot, gripping He Qiang's hand tightly: "Qiangzi, you're finally alright!"

"Do you know how scared you were?!"

"You haven't eaten or drunk anything for days, you're like a vegetable!"

"If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to burn paper money for you!"

He Qiang blinked weakly.

He's still a little dazed.

Memories slowly returned: "How...how did I get home?"

"Wasn't I fishing by the river?"

These words were spoken.

The principal immediately exploded.

"You still say you're fishing?"

"You almost got yourself killed fishing, do you even know that?"

The principal wanted nothing more than to slap him twice across the face.

He Qiang's wife was both angry and heartbroken. She squeezed his hand tightly and asked, "Are you still going fishing?"

He Qiang's lips moved slightly.

A hint of inner turmoil could be faintly seen in his weak eyes.

to be frank.

He still wants to go.

But you definitely can't say that now: "I...I'm not going."

He Qiang said weakly.

However, everyone present knew perfectly well how credible that statement was.

When a fisherman says he's not fishing anymore, it's the same as when someone on a diet says they're not eating anymore.

Just listen to it, don't take it seriously.

The principal's wife was finally relieved to see that He Qiang had returned to normal.

She turned to look at Yang Guang, but this time her expression was completely different from before.

All the doubts and distrust I had before vanished completely, replaced by deep apologies and gratitude.

"Master Yang."

The principal's wife walked up to Yang Guang and bowed respectfully: "I judged you by your appearance before."

"You're so young, I really don't believe you have that ability."

"But I saw what you did tonight with my own eyes."

"I apologize for my negligence."

Yang Guang quickly waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, you're being too polite."

"My face is really not very flattering; wherever I go, people mistake me for a minor."

"I'm used to it."

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and gestured with his chin towards Chu Sheng: "Let's go, Fatty, that's a wrap."

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together and nodded.

Er Lengzi also crawled out from under the sofa, shook his fur, and looked like he was preparing to retreat.

The principal quickly came over: "Master Yang, I'll take you back."

Yang Guang waved his hand: "No need, Principal, a taxi will do."

"That won't do!"

The principal panicked: "Why are you taking a taxi in the middle of the night?"

"I drove here, so it's only right that I take you back."

Yang Guang wanted to decline.

Just then, He Qiang, who was extremely weak on the sofa, suddenly spoke.

His voice was hoarse, but he emphasized each word: "Master, please wait."

He Qiang leaned weakly against the sofa, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

That bright light was like a car's headlights shining directly into your eyes in the middle of the night.

Even if you were injected with chicken blood, you wouldn't be this excited.

Just three seconds ago, he was half-dead and slumped on the sofa, his voice barely audible.

As a result, when the words "Celestial Master, please wait" were uttered, the voice was so loud that it was as if he had become a completely different person.

Everyone was stunned.

The principal's wife instinctively took a half step back.

He Qiang's wife was terrified, her face turning deathly pale. She gripped He Qiang's arm tightly, turned to look at Yang Guang, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Master Yang!"

"My...my husband...could it be a last burst of energy before he dies?"

These words were spoken.

The principal's face turned green.

He nervously approached Yang Guang and whispered, "No, Master Yang, my brother-in-law's acting strangely!"

"He was just like a salted fish a moment ago, how did he suddenly come back to life with full health?"

"That doesn't make sense, does it?"

Yang Guang also frowned.

He stared at He Qiang's sallow face for two seconds, then looked at his forehead.

Not right.

Something's really wrong!

This guy's three souls and seven spirits have all returned to their places, and he's full of vitality, but he's a little weak because his body has been depleted for a few days.

But it is definitely not a last gasp before the storm.

A final burst of energy before death is a sign that the last bit of vital energy in the body of someone nearing the end of their lifespan is forcibly stimulated.

He Qiang's statement is clearly not correct.

How should I put it about his condition?

It's more like the excitement of an adrenaline-pumping angler who has discovered a hidden gem for wild fishing.

Yang Guang waved his hand reassuringly, "Sister-in-law, don't worry."

"His soul has returned, and he seems to have quite a lot of vitality. He's just a little weak, not a deathbed resurgence."

He Qiang's wife finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she still held onto He Qiang's hand tightly.

But still with some concern, she asked, "Then what about him...?"

Yang Guang gave her a reassuring look, then turned to look at He Qiang, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What?"

He Qiang struggled to sit up straight, and the light in his eyes not only did not diminish, but grew brighter and brighter.

He licked his chapped lips, stared at Yang Guang, and said in a hoarse but unusually firm voice, "Um, Celestial Master, since you have such abilities, can you go to the underworld?"

The air froze instantly.

The principal almost spat out his tea.

The principal's wife stood there, stunned.

He Qiang's wife looked at her husband with a completely bewildered expression.

Yang Guang was also taken aback, feeling somewhat confused. Who in their right mind would want to go to the underworld?

But he nodded nonetheless: "I can go down to the underworld, but under normal circumstances, why would I go down there for no reason?"

Yang Guang tilted his head and looked He Qiang up and down: "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to the underworld?"

"Or is there something you need?"

He Qiang chuckled twice, looking somewhat embarrassed.

But the curve of his lips just wouldn't go down.

"Master, it's like this."

He Qiang rubbed his hands together, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the longing that came from the depths of his soul, and gritted his teeth and said, "I've had a dream since I was a child."

Yang Guang casually replied, "Don't tell me your dream is world peace."

"no."

He Qiang's expression became extremely serious: "My dream is to catch fish in every corner of the world."

Yang Guang nodded.

That does fit the persona of a fisherman.

Although it's a bit far-fetched, it's at least still within the realm of understanding carbon-based life.

however.

He Qiang's next sentence completely stunned everyone.

"When I was alive, I could go to any river, lake, or sea, but there was one place I could never go."

"Master, I want to go and cast a line in the River of Oblivion!"

Good guy.

After these words were spoken, the living room fell silent for a full five seconds.

Everyone was stunned!

Chu Sheng almost dropped the prayer beads in his hand.

Er Lengzi lay sprawled under the sofa, his heterochromatic eyes—one gold and one blue—wide open like copper bells, and he even forgot to retract his lisp.

The principal was completely petrified, and his wife was also speechless, her mouth agape.

He Qiang's wife immediately released her grip on He Qiang's hand, and there was an urge to strangle him in her eyes.

Yang Guang was completely bewildered.

He served in the army for two years, traveling all over the country and seeing all sorts of oddballs, but he had never heard anyone make such a request.

Want to go to the River of Oblivion and throw a couple more poles?