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

Yang Guang stopped, took out a talisman from his pocket, held it between two fingers, and silently recited a mantra.

The talisman paper moved automatically without any wind.

A wisp of extremely thin golden light emerged from the talisman and then extended towards the ground.

But the golden light dissipated as soon as it touched the ground.

Yang Guang's pupils contracted slightly.

No feedback was received.

The earth's veins... are severed?

wrong.

It's not broken, it's empty.

It's like a river that was originally full of water, but someone cut off all the water from upstream.

The riverbed is still there, but the water has dried up.

Yang Guang put away the talisman, remained silent for two seconds, and then solemnly summoned Sister Hua from his Celestial Master tablet.

This woman, who died in a fire twenty years ago, now serves as a ghost servant under Yang Guang.

She is indeed beautiful.

She has the looks of a school beauty, with extremely delicate features.

Nurturing herself by Yang Guang's side, her soul became much more solid than before, and most of the intense malevolence on her body dissipated.

She looks completely different from before.

Before, it was like a knife that could hurt someone at any time; now it's like a sword that has been sheathed.

Though its sharpness is concealed, it remains keen.

As soon as Sister Hua came out, she immediately sensed that something was wrong with the place.

Her cold eyes swept around the room, her brows furrowing slightly: "Yang Guang."

"How did you end up in such a desolate place?"

Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and looked at Sister Hua: "Sister Hua, you felt it too?"

Sister Hua nodded, her expression grave: "It's more than just feeling it."

"No matter how abandoned a normal cemetery is, this kind of thing would never happen."

"Unless someone did it intentionally."

Yang Guang nodded: "That's what I think too."

He got straight to the point: "Sister Hua, I need you to help me investigate the situation in this place."

Sister Hua's gaze fell on Yang Guang's face: "What exactly are you investigating?"

Yang Guang squatted down, picked up a pebble from the ground, and casually threw it into the distance.

A stone landed on a grave mound with a dull thud.

"The local earth god has disappeared."

Yang Guang's tone became serious: "And they didn't just disappear recently."

"I already knew this when I came here last time; the local earth god of this area has been gone for at least several decades."

"A local deity doesn't just disappear for no reason."

"Either they were wiped out by someone, or they were swallowed up by something."

"No matter the situation, it's not a trivial matter."

A flicker of surprise crossed Sister Hua's eyes: "Decades?"

"A local deity disappeared for decades, and no one was sent to reappoint him?"

"This doesn't make sense."

Yang Guang scoffed: "Whether it's reasonable or not is not up to me to decide."

"But that's just how it is."

"Could you help me investigate and find out what happened to this vanished land?"

Sister Hua nodded: "Okay."

"etc!"

Sister Hua agreed and was about to turn and leave when Yang Guang suddenly called her back.

Sister Hua paused, her semi-transparent figure swaying slightly in the moonlight. She turned to look at Yang Guang, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

"Is there anything else?"

Yang Guang didn't say anything, but reached into his waist and pulled something out.

A chain as black as ink.

Each link of the chain was engraved with extremely fine runes, which gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

The chain head is a hook, with an ancient and simple design, exuding an extremely pure aura of yin and evil.

Soul-Snatching Lock!

Last time when Yang Guang fought with that underworld messenger, he knocked it away. The messenger ran too fast and didn't even take it with him.

It can also be considered Yang Guang's spoils of war.

Yang Guang handed the Soul-Hooking Lock to Sister Hua: "It's not safe for you to go out and investigate these things alone."

"Keep this for self-defense."

Sister Hua's gaze fell on that soul-snatching lock.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

As a seasoned veteran who had been wandering for twenty years, she knew all too well what this thing meant.

Soul-snatching lock.

That's a standard artifact for the underworld's officials!

A magical artifact specifically designed to restrain and imprison spirits. No matter how powerful the imprisoned spirit is, it must obediently follow along.

To ordinary ghosts, this thing is like a nuclear weapon.

Taking this out is like carrying a Gatling gun to the market.

Who dares to mess with you?

But what truly shocked Sister Hua was not the Soul-Hooking Lock itself, but that Yang Guang actually possessed it.

A divine artifact for the underworld officials!

Normal people wouldn't even be able to see one, let alone possess it.

Even if you see it, touching it will cause you to be devoured by the evil energy.

Yang Guang not only got it unharmed, but also casually put it on his waist and used it as a belt.

Sister Hua looked up at Yang Guang, then reached out and took the soul-snatching lock.

The moment the cold chains touched her, Sister Hua felt her soul shudder.

The runes on the Soul-Hook Lock lit up briefly, then dimmed again.

After Yang Guang looked at it and confirmed that there was no problem, he took out a neatly folded yellow paper talisman from his pocket.

This talisman was different from the ones he usually crumpled up and stuffed into his pocket.

It was folded into a perfect square, with all four corners aligned neatly.

The cinnabar patterns on the talisman were drawn by Yang Guang himself, and every stroke was extremely delicate.

Yang Guang handed the talisman over.

"Take this talisman as well."

"If you encounter something you can't handle, or feel there's danger."

Don't hesitate.

"Use it directly; it can save your life!"

Sister Hua took the yellow talisman, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She looked down at the talisman and the soul-snatching lock in her hand, remaining silent for several seconds.

Then she looked up, and the corners of her mouth curved almost imperceptibly.

For Sister Hua, this arc is already considered a significant change in expression.

"understood."

Sister Hua wrapped the Soul-Hooking Lock around her wrist and carefully kept the Yellow Talisman close to her body.

She glanced at Yang Guang one last time, said nothing more, and then turned and drifted into the night.

The figure flashed in the moonlight and disappeared completely.

It was as if it had never existed.

Yang Guang watched Sister Hua leave, then put his hands back in his pockets, his gaze deep.

He just hopes that Sister Hua can find out something.

Sometimes, it's much easier for ghosts to get things done than for a celestial master like myself.

He turned to look at Chu Sheng, who had been standing to the side like a dazed goose.

The fat man had a stern face ever since Yang Guang called out "Sister Hua".

Hands clasped together.

His brows were furrowed.

He had a mysterious and inscrutable expression.

It's like a highly accomplished monk is contemplating Buddhist teachings.

Yang Guang couldn't help but ask, "What did you figure out?"

Chu Sheng maintained his serious expression, remained silent for three seconds, and then said with utmost solemnity, "I didn't see anything."

Yang Guang's face instantly darkened: "You didn't see anything? Then what are you pretending to be so profound about?"

"The way you looked and what you were doing just now, I thought you'd discovered some amazing clue!"

Chu Sheng chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and his chubby face shone with oil.

"Brother Guang, even though I didn't see anything, I can't show it."

"If others find out, wouldn't you lose face?"

Chu Sheng put his hands together and said in a serious tone, "Besides, we Buddhists are not very knowledgeable about things like earth veins and feng shui."

"I'm just here to observe..."