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

Yang Guang stood to the side, holding a black, gleaming whip in his hand.

This thing is specifically designed to ward off evil spirits; a single lash from it is a pain that strikes straight to the soul.

Yang Guang now treated the God-Slaying Whip like a spinning top whip, flicking his wrist and cracking it with a crisp sound, directly striking the Ghost City God's buttocks.

A wisp of white smoke rose up from the whip marks.

"To confess or not?"

Yang Guang cursed as he smoked, "Trying to act like a city god in front of me? I think you're a centenarian who's eaten poison, you're tired of living!"

There's an even more ruthless one next to it!

Chu Sheng, this 250-pound fat monk, fully demonstrated what Buddhist wrath is all about.

The magical artifact in his hand was incredibly powerful.

Although it looks like a large porcelain cup, it is dark purple in color.

But it was covered with dense golden Sanskrit characters.

This is definitely not an ordinary product!

Most importantly, this thing is easy to hold!

Holding the cup by the handle, it swings like a brick with a Buddhist golden aura buff!

Chu Sheng held a microphone in one hand and swung a large porcelain cup in the other, striking the Ghost City God on the head.

"Clang!"

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

Chu Sheng roared, his face trembling with menacing rage: "Brother Guang is asking you a question, answer it now!"

"Clang!"

"World Honored One, Ksitigarbha!"

"Will you tell me or not!"

The ghost city god screamed in agony as he was beaten, clutching his head with both hands, teetering on the brink of collapse.

It's amazing how it's lived in this dilapidated temple for decades.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest.

Normally, all the wandering ghosts who pass by would show him great respect and call him "Lord City God" at every turn.

It has never been beaten so badly since it moved into this dilapidated temple!

The key is that these two players have a perfect synergy in mixed doubles.

One whips the soul, the other taps the head with a porcelain cup.

He hit it while scolding it.

"explain!"

"Speak quickly!"

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"

The poor ghost city god was beaten to tears.

It really cried! Tears, formed from yin energy, streamed down its face.

It finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Roar~"

The Ghost City God let out a desperate and mournful roar, and an extremely dense black yin energy suddenly erupted from its broken soul body!

This yin energy exploded like a bomb, instantly spreading throughout the dilapidated temple.

Yang Guang and Chu Sheng were locked in a fierce battle when, caught off guard, they were forced back three or four steps by the violent yin energy before regaining their footing.

"Holy crap?"

Yang Guang steadied himself, and his anger immediately flared up.

He gripped the God-Slaying Whip with both hands, glaring at the Ghost City God on the ground with a mixture of astonishment and anger.

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "You won't confess, fine, but you dare to fight back?"

"Sure!"

"Their bones are pretty strong!"

"Whether I perform a proper rite of passage for you today or not, you're finished!"

Chu Sheng, standing nearby, raised a large porcelain cup above his head and said fiercely, "Brother Guang, why waste words with this old man? Let this humble monk perform a merciful ritual to send him straight to see the Buddha!"

It looked like the two were about to unleash their ultimate moves.

Just then.

Just moments ago, the Ghost City God had unleashed a terrifying burst of Yin energy, seemingly ready to fight to the death. Suddenly, his knees buckled, and with a "thud," he knelt upright on the ground.

It was so frightened that it shuddered violently, and the ghost curled up into a ball.

The bruised and battered face lifted up, its surface streaked with tears of humiliation and despair.

"no!"

The Ghost City God, his face contorted in a mournful cry, roared hysterically, his voice trembling with sobs, "My two elder brothers!"

"Ancestors!"

"Go ahead and ask!"

The Ghost City God pounded the ground in despair, his voice trembling with grievance: "You've been beating me up the whole time, all the while yelling at me to talk it out! Confess!"

"You guys aren't asking me anything, how am I supposed to know what you want me to say?"

"Give me some direction!"

"Was it because I spied on the widow bathing when I was alive, or because I stole offerings from the little ghosts after I died?"

"What am I supposed to say if you don't ask?"

"You can't expect me to recite the multiplication table or sing a heroic song for you, can you?"

This soul-searching question has just been posed.

The entire dilapidated temple fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Even the Bluetooth speaker that Chu Sheng had placed there was stuck in the middle of a gap in the DJ dance music, making it look particularly awkward.

Jia Youcai, standing outside the door, stared in disbelief, his mouth agape.

Er Lengzi sat on the ground, his intelligent heterochromatic eyes filled with contempt.

Oh my god, Yang's dad and his gang are really bullying the ghost.

That old bastard has been traumatized by the beating.

Yang's father is truly inhuman.

Inside the dilapidated temple.

Yang Guang's hand, holding the God-Slaying Whip, froze in mid-air.

He blinked, turned to look at Chu Sheng beside him, and asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, "Um... Fatty, we really didn't ask anything just now?"

Chu Sheng held his large porcelain cup and scratched his shiny bald head.

He carefully recalled the frenzied output he had just delivered, then muttered under his breath, feeling extremely guilty, "It seems... maybe... I really didn't ask."

I was so busy having fun playing!

Who the hell remembers what they were supposed to ask?!

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, trying to save face, and said, "Amitabha, Brother Guang, this humble monk just felt that this old ghost didn't look like a good person at all. I'll beat him up first to deflate his arrogance, so that he won't lie later."

Yang Guang coughed twice and then put the God-Slaying Whip back.

He also regained that aloof, street-smart vibe.

Yang Guang looked down at the kneeling Ghost City God and said matter-of-factly, "Fine."

"Since you're so sincere, I'll give you a chance to explain."

The Ghost City God, as if granted a pardon, nodded tearfully, "Go ahead and ask!"

"Ask whatever you like!"

"I promise to answer everything I know, without holding back!"

"Please, please don't let that fat monk hit me with that thing again. My head is still spinning!"

however.

Just as Yang Guang was about to ask a question, a cold wind suddenly swept in from outside the dilapidated City God Temple!

A terrifying aura gathered outside the door.

Yang Guang's pupils contracted, and he turned around abruptly.

Outside that dilapidated City God Temple, in such a short time, hundreds of wandering ghosts had gathered.

And they include the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled!

Although they come in different forms, without exception, they all have a relatively heavy yin energy.

It is far superior to ordinary ghosts.

Yang Guang even saw more than a dozen vengeful ghosts.

Upon seeing this, Chu Sheng, who was standing nearby, trembled all over his fat body and couldn't help but take a step back, gripping his porcelain cup magic artifact tightly.

I felt a tiny bit nervous.

However, Yang Guang was so angry at the sight that he laughed and grabbed the Ghost City God next to him.

He simply pulled him up to him.

With just this one action, hundreds of wandering ghosts outside all took two steps closer to the City God Temple.

See here.

Yang Guang was immediately amused and said, "Huh?"

"You've got some nerve, haven't you?"

"Do they really not consider the Celestial Master a leader?"