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

Done.

Taigu turned around and walked towards the other side of the hill, his black oil-paper umbrella moving slowly in the rain.

With each step he took, the soil beneath his feet would sink slightly, as if something was wriggling underground following his footsteps.

The underworld official took one last look at the village below the mountain.

Then it turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the rain.

Only footprints remained on the hill, but they were quickly washed away by the torrential rain.

It was as if no one had ever been there.

……

And at this very moment.

Yang Guang, sitting in the pink old man's car, sneezed extremely loudly.

"Achoo!"

My snot almost got onto the windshield.

Jia Youcai was startled and almost swerved the steering wheel: "What are you doing, bro?"

"Are you launching a biological weapon in my car in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang rubbed his nose, frowned, and muttered, "That's strange."

"Who's talking about me behind my back?"

Er Lengzi nestled in Yang Guang's arms, pricked up his ears, and his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, flickered.

After Yang Guang finished speaking, he rubbed his nose, feeling that something was not quite right.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Forget it.

Let's finish what's in front of us first.

The pink old man's car continued to sway leisurely forward in the night, heading straight for Zhou Laoliu's graveyard.

The pink old man's car wobbled and came to a stop at the end of a dirt road.

The moonlight is quite bright tonight.

Yang Guang couldn't wait to push open the car door and throw Er Lengzi, whom he was holding, to the ground.

Er Lengzi swung its four legs twice in the air, landed steadily, shook its fur, and scanned the surroundings with its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue.

The process of Chu Sheng crawling out from the back row can be described as a performance art.

The entire pink electric scooter was shaking violently, like an earthquake.

Jia Youcai gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face contorted with pain.

"Gently, gently!"

"Can't you be a little gentler, you fatso?"

"My pink memories!"

Chu Sheng finally managed to squeeze out of the car, patted his large belly, and put his hands together in prayer: "Amitabha, thank you for your esteemed presence."

Jia Youcai ignored him and leaned out of the car to look at Yang Guang: "Brothers, you guys can go up, I'm not going with you."

Yang Guang turned and glanced at him: "What?"

"Scared?"

Jia Youcai chuckled and waved his hand: "What's there to be afraid of?"

"I, Master Jia, have traveled all over the country for so many years, what kind of grand scene haven't I seen?"

"I felt something was off about this place when I came here last time."

"It was so cold, abnormally cold."

"My old bones can't take any more strain."

"If I get sick from the cold, you'll have to take care of me and it will interfere with your business."

"I'll keep watch for you from the car."

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

Keep watch?

You, a man in your seventies, are driving a pink "old man's car" and parked next to a cemetery in the middle of the night.

This scene isn't just a lookout; it's purely designed to create psychological trauma for passersby.

However, Yang Guang was too lazy to argue with him and waved his hand, "Fine, you stay here."

"We'll go up and take a look, then we'll be right back."

Jia Youcai nodded happily, rolled up the car window, took out a thermos from his pocket, and took a sip of goji berry water.

This old man.

What a cunning person!

He sensed something was off about this place when he came last time; even with his fake Taoist skills, he could feel that chilly atmosphere.

This shows that the problem here is indeed quite serious.

He wouldn't take any risks willingly.

It's more comfortable to lie down in the car.

Yang Guang led Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi along the overgrown dirt road toward the cemetery.

Under the moonlight, the outlines of the surrounding grave mounds were clearly visible.

However, when I came here last time, the yin energy here was quite strong.

But now?

Yang Guang frowned.

Clean.

It's so clean!

It was so clean it didn't look like a graveyard.

Normal cemeteries will always have some yin energy. Even if there are no wandering ghosts, after years of burial, some yin energy will seep out from the ground.

But the place looks like it's been vacuumed inside and out.

Even the most basic yin energy is gone.

Chu Sheng also noticed something was wrong, and his already small eyes narrowed: "Brother Guang, something's not right here."

"Um."

Yang Guang arrived at Zhou Laoliu's grave.

The grave mound is still there, but the weeds on it are growing more lush than those around it.

The bell hanging around Er Lengzi's neck suddenly swayed.

Followed by.

A semi-transparent figure emerged from the bell.

Zhou Laoliu.

As soon as the lewd old man came out, he stretched and then his gaze fell on the familiar graveyard in front of him.

His expression instantly became complicated.

There was a sense of感慨 (gǎn kǎi, mixed feelings), 唏嘘 (xī xū, sighs), and a touch of indescribable sadness.

"well……"

Zhou Laoliu sighed deeply, floated to his own grave, and circled the mound once.

Those small eyes were filled with longing.

"Back in the day, I was a big shot in this place."

Zhou Laoliu said with a look of reminiscence, "Dozens of wives used to surround me every day, showing me concern and care."

"He plays chess with me during the day and chats with me at night."

"I live such a comfortable life that even the King of Hell would envy me."

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the empty graveyard.

There wasn't even a ghost in sight.

The ghosts of the old ladies he had seduced are gone, as are the ghosts of the old men who had chased after him.

It's all gone.

Clean and tidy.

Zhou Laoliu was completely deflated, looking like a plucked rooster.

"What a tragedy."

With a bitter face, Zhou Laoliu floated up to Yang Guang: "Master, look at this place now."

"Not even a ghost was left."

"I'm stuck in that bell all day long, I'm about to suffocate."

"There's nothing inside that broken bell!"

"Not a single person is saying a word!"

"Me, a dignified underworld sea king, reduced to spending my days idly inside bells, isn't that pathetic?"

Yang Guang glanced at him: "If you were even slightly more serious, you wouldn't have fallen to this state."

Zhou Laoliu chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and his sleazy demeanor returned: "Master, could you perhaps give me a bigger place to stay?"

"Or perhaps there's some beautiful female ghost in your agency?"

"No need for many, just two or three will do."

I'm not a picky eater.

Yang Guang raised his foot and kicked it.

Zhou Laoliu's soul was kicked back two meters, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he chuckled.

Yang Guang said irritably, "Want to go somewhere else, huh?"

"If you act like a jerk again, I'll throw you into that idiot's stomach."

"It's spacious inside, do you want to go?"

Er Lengzi opened his mouth obediently and barked at Zhou Laoliu. His heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were particularly eerie in the moonlight.

Zhou Laoliu was so frightened that he took three steps back and quickly shut his mouth.

Yang Guang ignored Zhou Laoliu.

He walked around, carefully sensing the energy field of the area.

Just as he expected, the area within a hundred meters was spotless, with fewer insects than a normal cemetery.

Yang Guang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper...