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

The moment Yang Guang finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged!

A golden light burst forth from his body, like a small sun exploding in the dilapidated City God Temple.

Wherever the golden light passed, the wandering ghosts that had been approaching the dilapidated temple were all shaken and forced to take several steps back.

Several weaker ghosts were even forced to squat on the ground, trembling all over, by the golden light.

The Celestial Master's aura is no joke!

To a ghost, this thing is like an ordinary person facing the sun.

It's blinding and burning hot!

The sense of oppression was immediately overwhelming.

Yang Guang held the Ghost City God by the neck with one hand and put the other in his pocket, looking down at the dark mass of ghostly figures outside the door.

He scoffed and said, "What?"

"A hundred or so ghosts supporting a fake?"

"Are we here to stage an accident or for team building?"

"Want to have a go with me?"

however.

Just as Yang Guang was about to make his move, the Ghost City God in his hand suddenly began to struggle desperately.

This guy, with a strength he seemed to find from nowhere, grabbed Yang Guang's wrist. His entire body trembled, and he screamed anxiously, "No!"

"My lord, I beg you!"

"They didn't come here to fight!"

The ghost city god's voice trembled, filled with a heart-wrenching plea: "If you have anything to say, come to me!"

"They're all pathetic!"

"Some people get hit by cars and can't find their way home, others die of illness in hospitals and no one claims their bodies!"

"There are also a few children who have never done anything before; they just followed me because they had nowhere else to go!"

Please.

"Don't hurt them!"

Yang Guang's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at the ghost city god, whom he was holding in his hand, who was still desperately pleading for others.

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him with amusement, and said, "Oh?"

"You're quite responsible, aren't you?"

Yang Guang released his grip, causing the Ghost City God to fall to the ground.

He tilted his head, looking at the imposter, a playful smile playing on his lips: "But you're impersonating the City God, which is a grave offense."

"Do you know what the consequences are of impersonating a deity from the underworld?"

"You haven't even cleaned up your own mess yet, and you still have time to talk to others?"

The Ghost City God lay sprawled on the ground, his face a picture of utter disarray.

But he did not defend himself, nor did he beg for mercy again.

He simply stared intently at the wandering ghosts outside the door with his cracked, ghostly eyes.

His eyes were full of tension.

It was as if, if Yang Guang dared to make a move, he would stand in front of him even if his soul were to be scattered.

however.

Just then.

Suddenly, the hundreds of wandering ghosts outside the door all took a step forward in unison.

Yang Guang suddenly stood up, his hand already on the God-Slaying Whip.

But the next second he froze.

Because instead of attacking, the ghosts all knelt down.

Hundreds of wandering ghosts, without exception, all knelt on both knees, a dark mass of them kneeling on the open ground outside the dilapidated temple.

This scene left Yang Guang somewhat bewildered: "What's going on?"

He turned to look at Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng's hand, which was holding a large porcelain cup, froze in mid-air, and his small eyes, which were already not big, widened in surprise.

He didn't realize it either.

"Brother Guang, this...this scene is kind of touching to me, isn't it?"

Outside.

The ghost of an old woman kneeling at the front was wearing tattered burial clothes, but her voice was unusually firm.

"Lord Celestial Master, please spare the City God!"

The old woman's ghostly voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually clear in the deathly still night.

Followed by.

The wandering ghosts kneeling behind them also began to speak.

"Master Celestial, the City God is a good man!"

Please!

"He hasn't done anything wrong!"

Hundreds of ghosts pleaded in unison, their voices rising and falling.

The area outside the dilapidated temple looked like a press conference held by the ghosts.

The ghost city god, who had been thrown to the ground by Yang Guang, was stunned by this scene.

A layer of watery light appeared in those ghostly eyes.

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but its throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it couldn't utter a single word.

Yang Guang stood still, looked at the dark mass of ghosts kneeling on the ground outside the door, and then looked down at the ghost city god lying at his feet.

His brows furrowed deeply.

to be frank.

This scene was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

How could an imposter make hundreds of wandering ghosts kneel down and beg for his life?

What does this mean?

Not all the ghosts here are kind-hearted!

Yang Guang saw it clearly just now; there were at least a dozen fierce ghosts among them.

What is the concept of a vengeful ghost?

Those were all filled with resentment and ruthless towards their own family.

Under normal circumstances, would you make a vengeful ghost kneel before you?

You could never dream of such an outrageous plot.

But now.

A dozen or so fierce ghosts mingled in the crowd, kneeling obediently on the ground, like elementary school students lining up for morning exercises.

This is just too weird!

Yang Guang coldly scanned the area, finally fixing his gaze on the Ghost City God.

He chuckled, his tone full of mockery: "Didn't realize you were so good at brainwashing."

"You can even fool vengeful ghosts into submission."

"You weren't involved in pyramid schemes when you were alive, were you?"

"How many downlines can you develop in a year?"

"The kind with an annual salary of a million?"

The Ghost City God was so choked by these words that he almost lost his soul.

Its grotesque face, swollen like a pig's head, was filled with grievance: "I didn't... I didn't..."

"Shut up!"

Yang Guang didn't give it a chance to explain and interrupted it directly.

He kicked at the broken tiles on the ground, looking down at the Ghost City God: "Is this the kind of person you are?"

"Still the City God?"

"You're a complete imposter! These ghosts were fooled by you and actually worshipped you like a real City God?"

"Don't you have a conscience?"

however.

Yang Guang had barely finished speaking.

The ghost of the old woman kneeling outside the door suddenly became anxious.

She crawled forward two steps on her knees, reaching the entrance of the dilapidated temple, her murky ghost eyes filled with anxiety.

"Master Celestial Master, you've misunderstood!"

"None of this has anything to do with the City God. We all know he's a fake!"

As soon as those words were spoken...

Yang Guang's expression clearly froze for a moment.

knowledge?

They all knew this was a fake?

Yang Guang turned his head and looked at the old ghost in astonishment.

The old ghost looked at Yang Guang anxiously and said, "Master Celestial, you heard me right. All the ghosts here know that he is not the real City God."

"But we still respect him as the City God."

"Because we are all grateful to him."

Yang Guang was completely dumbfounded.

He turned his head and looked at the ghost city god on the ground.

The Ghost City God was also completely bewildered.

obviously.

It never expected that these ghosts would all know it was fake.

The Ghost City God's expression was even more interesting than Yang Guang's.

The swollen, ghostly face was filled with shock and embarrassment.

Of course.

There was also a touch of emotion.

These three expressions alternated in turn, like a revolving lantern...