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

Who the hell wants to die and go to the underworld?

But this guy actually suggested going down there, and he even wanted to go fishing!

how?

So you just don't want to live anymore?

Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, looked at He Qiang with an expression that said, "Are you crazy?"

"brother."

Do you know what the River of Oblivion is?

He Qiang nodded: "I know, the River of Oblivion is by the Three Lives Stone, you drink Meng Po's soup and forget your past life."

Yang Guang's lips twitched: "Since you know that, you still want to go?"

He Qiang chuckled, his face full of anticipation: "Master, just think about it, the River of Oblivion is full of fish that have lived for who knows how many thousands or tens of thousands of years!"

"How big would it be?"

"Perhaps there are even ancient, exotic species!"

"If I, He Qiang, can cast my line into the River of Oblivion and catch a fish that others might never see in their entire lives, even if I come up empty-handed, my life will have been worthwhile!"

He Qiang became more and more excited as he spoke, and his body, which had been as weak as a noodle, actually managed to stand up.

"Don't worry, Master, I'll just swing the rod twice!"

"Just two poles!"

"Whether I catch any fish or not, I'll come back!"

"I swear it!"

"If I, He Qiang, were to swing the rod even one more time, I would..."

He Qiang's wife finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She suddenly stood up, grabbed He Qiang's ear, and pulled him down.

"He Qiang!"

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"You almost died just now, do you know that?"

"I've been completely out of my mind for five days!"

"Your brother-in-law begged and pleaded with a Taoist priest to bring your soul back!"

"You're something else!"

"You've barely recovered your senses, your butt hasn't even warmed up yet, and you're already going fishing?"

"And it's to the River of Oblivion?"

"Why don't you just go bungee jumping off the Bridge of Helplessness?"

He Qiang's ear was being pulled, causing him to grimace in pain, but he still mumbled, "Wife, let me explain..."

"Explanation my ass!"

He Qiang's wife's voice cracked: "He Qiang, I'm telling you!"

"From now on, you can forget about fishing!"

"We can't go anywhere!"

The principal snapped out of his daze, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Good grief!"

"Hey He Qiang, you've really made your sister proud!"

"The Taoist priest went to the river and finally managed to find your soul, and what did you do? You came back and immediately asked him to take you to the underworld?"

"Are you completely out of your mind?!"

The principal's wife was trembling with anger, pointing her finger at He Qiang's nose: "Girl, you should just divorce him as soon as possible!"

"Living with someone like that will drive me crazy sooner or later!"

He Qiang was bombarded by a group of people, and he huddled on the sofa like a field mouse being attacked.

But his eyes still kept stealing glances at Yang Guang.

His eyes were filled with pleading.

Yang Guang stood to the side, his hands in his pockets, watching the chaotic farce unfold, a slight smile playing on his lips.

to be frank.

He thought He Qiang was quite interesting.

He definitely has some mental issues, but he's interesting.

The River of Oblivion swings two poles.

In all his years of life, this was truly the first time he had ever heard of a living person voluntarily requesting to go to the underworld.

And the reason given was actually going fishing?

Let alone Yang Guang, even the judges in the underworld would be completely dumbfounded upon hearing this request.

Yang Guang coughed and said, "Brother, your idea is indeed very creative. In my professional career, it's absolutely unprecedented."

"obedient."

"Honey, if you're sick, let's go get treatment. Don't delay."

Done.

Yang Guang immediately led Chu Sheng and the others away.

But He Qiang was getting anxious: "Master, don't go! Let's chat for another five cents, Master..."

"Why……"

When He Qiang saw that Yang Guang and his men had disappeared, the last burst of energy he had felt vanished instantly.

He collapsed weakly onto the sofa.

But his gaze remained fixed on the storage room in the house.

Hidden inside is his own top-tier fishing tool, rebar!

I thought I would finally have a chance to use my skills and go to the River of Oblivion to cast a couple of lines and show off the power of my Heavenly Rank fishing gear.

such a pity.

Yang Guang refused. What difference was there between him and a salted fish that had lost its dreams?

However, the matter of this salted fish has nothing to do with Yang Guang anymore.

The principal personally escorted them downstairs.

The Passat stopped at the entrance of the residential area. The principal opened the car door and gestured for him to get in: "Master Yang, please get in. I'll take you home."

Yang Guang waved his hand: "No need for that, Principal."

"Go back and keep a close eye on your brother-in-law, don't let him sneak out to go fishing."

"That guy's eyes look weird; he might run away in the middle of the night."

Upon hearing this, the principal's expression changed slightly.

He carefully recalled the look in He Qiang's eyes just now.

Something does seem a bit off.

That's not the look someone who's just come back from the brink of death should have.

That's the kind of madness that only a seasoned angler can unleash when he sees a perfect fishing spot.

The principal shuddered and nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

"I'll hide all his fishing rods when I get back!"

Yang Guang hummed in agreement, then remembered the important matter at hand.

He pointed to the 250-pound fat monk behind him: "By the way, Principal, about his enrollment..."

The principal patted his chest, his voice booming like a gong: "Don't worry!"

"Leave this to me!"

"Classes can start tomorrow!"

"I'll call your homeroom teacher tonight and give them a heads-up."

"Just take him to register when the time comes."

Yang Guang breathed a sigh of relief.

That would be the best possible outcome.

Otherwise, with Chu Sheng's appetite, he could eat the equivalent of six people's meals in one sitting, and I couldn't afford to feed him.

The principal said that the school cafeteria meal card can be used freely.

This 250-pound food bucket, once it sits in the cafeteria, is like a living money-shredding machine!

but!

It's not my own money that's broken.

It's so cool.

Hey.

Yang Guang waved to the principal: "That's settled then, Principal, you can go back now."

The principal nodded, turned and got into the Passat, rolled down the window and leaned out: "Master Yang, today's expenses..."

Yang Guang quickly waved his hand: "Principal!"

"I haven't even spent all of the 200,000 yuan you gave me last time."

"This is considered a complimentary after-sales service."

"But if you ever have something similar again, remember to tell me in advance."

"So I can schedule my time."

Honestly.

Yang Guang was really embarrassed to accept his money this time. Although he really wanted to, he reluctantly said no because he thought about how his meal card was used to support the three of them.

After all, you can't just keep targeting one sheep.

What if they pluck it all out of the house?

The principal gave Yang Guang a grateful look, nodded with a smile, and then turned and went upstairs.

Yang Guang stood at the entrance of the residential area, his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the silly dog ​​lying at his feet.

He then turned to look at Chu Sheng, who was standing beside him, a 250-pound mountain of flesh wiping his sweat with prayer beads.

A man, a dog, and a monk.

Standing at the entrance of someone's residential compound in the middle of the night.

This scene is truly a bit outrageous.

Yang Guang pulled out the secondhand smartphone with three cracks in the screen, found Jia Youcai's number in his contacts, and dialed it...