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

The voice just fell.

The imposter suddenly unleashed a malevolent aura ten times stronger than before, causing Yang Guang to stagger back two steps.

He got up from the ground, his body suddenly growing a foot taller, and sharp black fingernails grew from his ten fingers.

It looks like a few daggers!

This isn't some City God, this is a thousand-year-old zombie that's become quite powerful!

Chu Sheng looked at the disgusting scene before him, and the fat on his face twitched.

But he wasn't afraid at all.

Instead, he pulled out his Bluetooth speaker from his large monk's robe and pressed the button.

"Beep, Bluetooth connection successful."

A deafening bass boom instantly echoed through the dilapidated temple!

Boom boom boom!

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Ksitigarbha!"

"Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Paramita Emptiness!"

Chu Sheng picked up the microphone he had somehow produced and immediately went into rap mode, his 250-pound body swaying wildly to the rhythm.

"Brother Guang!"

"This imposter dares to play tricks on the Buddha!"

"If this humble monk doesn't give him a combination of physical salvation and spiritual sublimation today, he won't know why the flowers are so red!"

The imposter ghoul was stunned by the sudden DJ shouting.

It has lived for over a thousand years.

He has eaten people, killed Taoist priests, and fought with the underworld officials.

But it swore it had never seen such an abstract monk in its entire life!

Holding a microphone and shouting "Persuade the dead"?

Even Buddha would be turning in his grave if he heard this, wouldn't he?

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at Chu Sheng, who was getting excited.

However, he ignored Chu Sheng.

Although this thing is a disgrace to Buddhism, the Buddhist light emanating from its body is extremely pure.

That's incredibly fierce.

I can help.

Yang Guang looked coldly at the ghost city god and snorted, "I'd like to see."

"Who on earth is orchestrating such a grand scheme in Fengdu, daring to even usurp the City God Temple's place!"

Done.

Yang Guang flashed forward and charged straight at the old ghost that was emitting a strong stench of corpses!

A physical beating.

In this abandoned City God Temple, the curtain officially rose amidst Chu Sheng's passionate shouting.

The simpleton outside poked his head out, looked at the battle inside, and smacked his lips: "My god, that's brutal..."

"He even dared to beat up the City God! Father Yang is truly amazing this time..."

Hearing the commotion from a distance, Jia Youcai, who was hiding nearby, immediately climbed into the pink electric scooter and locked the doors tightly.

"This business is unworkable!"

"I'd rather die than get involved with them! They're practically committing genocide!"

Jia Youcai trembled as he gripped the steering wheel.

But he had just finished muttering it.

Suddenly, a pale, wet face floated past the window of the pink electric scooter, staring straight at him.

Jia Youcai: "..."

"A ghost! Aaaaaaah!"

A piercing scream instantly tore through the night sky outside Fengdu.

Jia Youcai's heart, which was over seventy years old, almost jumped out of his throat.

He didn't even want that pink car that he cherished as a treasure!

Use both hands and feet.

As if he'd been electrocuted, he suddenly kicked the car door open.

This old man unleashed a burst of power that would bring even Olympic sprint champions to tears!

With a "whoosh," it plunged headfirst into the dark grove of trees nearby.

As it ran, it let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered: "Help!"

"Indecent assault!"

"Wait, there's a ghost!"

And at the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

Er Lengzi was peeking out with his dog head, drool dripping all over the ground.

It looked into the dilapidated temple and saw Yang Guang whipping the Ghost City God, while Chu Sheng held up a large porcelain cup and frantically pounded it on the Ghost City God's head. The whole dog was excited.

"Awoo!"

"Go, Dad Yang!"

"Go for it, go for the kidneys!"

"This old bastard looks like he's got a lot of nourishing food, let's save some for me!"

But at that moment, its keen dog ears suddenly caught Jia Youcai's pig-like screams.

As Er Lengzi turned his head, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, caught sight of Jia Youcai's thin figure disappearing into the woods.

There really was some kind of pale, ghostly figure following behind!

Er Lengzi froze instantly.

Those wise eyes were filled with struggle and hesitation.

Holy crap?

What the hell should we do?

Should I go in and help Yang's father gnaw on that thousand-year-old zongzi, or should I go and save that seventy-year-old swindler?

Er Lengzi was so anxious at the entrance of the dilapidated temple that he paced around in circles, his tail tucked between his legs.

"Oh my god, this is really worrying me!"

"That old bastard inside looks delicious. If I eat one, I can save at least half a month's worth of dog food."

"But if we go inside..."

Er Lengzi poked his head out and looked towards the woods: "If those old bastards get killed by a ghost, who the hell is going to drive us?"

"It's the middle of the night, and there's no village or shop in sight. Old Man Yang is such a cheapskate, he definitely won't take a taxi. Am I supposed to drag them all the way back to the city on all fours?"

"No, no!"

"Absolutely not!"

I'd rather die than do this kind of hard labor!

That old swindler may be stingy and cunning, but at least he's a free driver available right now.

Without him, everyone would have to sleep on the ground in this desolate wilderness tonight!

After weighing the pros and cons.

Er Lengzi gritted his teeth and swallowed hard the drool that was about to drip onto the ground.

"Old man, you have to hang in there!"

"Dog King is here to save you!"

Done.

Er Lengzi moved his four legs incredibly fast, transforming into a black and white lightning bolt, and chased after Jia Youcai in the direction he had fled.

In the dead of night, in the desolate wilderness, the woods were so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

A chilly wind was blowing.

As Er Lengzi ran, he frantically sniffed the air.

The old man's smell was easily recognizable: a mixture of greasy hair from years of not bathing and cheap perfume from a street vendor, which made Er Lengzi sneeze repeatedly.

"Achoo!"

"That old bastard, he's usually quite the show-off, but when he runs away, he's even more agile than I am."

Where are they?

Er Lengzi followed the scent for several hundred meters.

Sudden.

A faint sound came from the bushes ahead.

Er Lengzi stopped in his tracks, pricked up his ears, and cautiously moved closer.

By the faint moonlight, it looked down.

Good guy!

There was a huge dry pit in front of us, at least two meters deep!

Jia Youcai's emaciated body was lying face down at the bottom of the pit, completely motionless.

He looks like a turtle.

The small wooden comb that he always carried was also lying around.

At the edge of the pit, a faint wisp of yin energy was slowly dissipating.

Obviously.

The little devil who was chasing Jia Youcai earlier saw the old man fall into the pit and faint, so he got bored and ran away.

Er Lengzi stood at the edge of the pit and looked down, his heart suddenly tightening.

"Holy crap?"

"Is this old lamp broken?"

"No, old man!"

"You can die anywhere, just don't die here! I'm counting on you to drive me back for barbecue!"

Er Lengzi got anxious.

It used all four limbs to slide directly down the edge of the pit.

Walking up to Jia Youcai, it stretched out its paw and pawed at him twice.

"Woof!"

"Old man, wake up!"