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

Yang Guang remained silent for two seconds.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he couldn't help but squat down, looking at the old ghost and asking, "Explain yourself."

"What do you mean you're all grateful to him?"

"He's an imposter, what's there for you to be grateful for?"

The old ghost raised her head, her gaze passing over Yang Guang and landing on the Ghost City God lying on the ground, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Master Celestial Master."

"The reason we are still able to float here, without our souls being scattered or being captured, is all thanks to the City God."

Yang Guang frowned: "Arrested?"

"Who arrested you?"

Old Ghost gave a wry smile: "Master Celestial, you should know that the local earth god has been missing for decades, right?"

"But what you don't know is that it wasn't just the local Earth God who disappeared, but also the local City God."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang immediately fell silent.

This is what he came to verify.

Is that really the case?

Yang Guang remained silent for a long while.

He glanced back at the ghost city god lying on the ground, then turned to look at the old ghost.

"Go on."

The old ghost sighed, his murky ghost eyes filled with regret: "Master Celestial, you don't know."

"The day the City God and the Earth God disappeared, something bad happened in our area."

"That night, a lot of underworld messengers suddenly appeared."

"A huge, dark mass of them, all carrying chains and iron chains."

"They arrest anyone they see, without distinguishing right from wrong!"

Yang Guang frowned sharply: "Mass arrests?"

Old Ghost nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"It's like catching a pig!"

"Those underworld messengers were all fierce and menacing; they would chain any wandering ghosts they saw."

"We don't ask whether you committed any crimes in your life, nor do we care whether you died unjustly or peacefully."

"Catch them and take them away!"

Yang Guang's expression grew increasingly grim.

There is a proper procedure for underworld messengers to capture souls.

When underworld officials come down to collect souls, they must have a list of names in the Book of Life and Death; whoever is due to die, they take with them.

It's just like a courier delivering a package; you need an order number to pick it up.

How can you catch ghosts in large numbers without a list?

This isn't how underworld officials operate; this is the work of ghost traders!

Yang Guang crouched down and looked at the old ghost, asking, "So how did you escape?"

The old ghost raised his hand and pointed at the Ghost City God lying on the ground.

"It's all thanks to the City God."

Old Ghost's voice was hoarse, but every word was spoken clearly: "Master Celestial, when those underworld messengers came to catch ghosts back then, the entire area outside Fengdu City was in complete chaos."

"Let alone us old, weak, sick and disabled, even those few powerful ghosts are like paper in front of those underworld officials."

"They were subdued and dragged away in no time."

Yang Guang squatted on the ground, his hands resting on his knees, and looked at Old Ghost: "And then?"

"How did you escape?"

"It's the City God!"

That concludes this discussion.

These hundred-plus ghosts all looked at the Ghost City God with gratitude.

Old Ghost also said excitedly, "Back then, we ghosts were being chased everywhere, and we had no idea where to hide."

"It was the City God who led us to hide inside his City God's mansion."

"The City God himself stayed outside, impersonating the City God, and blocked those underworld officials for us."

Yang Guang's brow twitched slightly: "He's just a wandering ghost; does he really think he can fool the underworld officials by impersonating the City God?"

Old Ghost gave a bitter laugh: "Master Celestial, they were only capturing stray ghosts and wandering spirits back then."

"We didn't search places like the City God Temple, which have the aura of a righteous deity."

Old Ghost glanced at the Ghost City God lying on the ground and hesitated for a moment.

"Although the City God is an imposter, we have relied on his protection all these years."

After listening to Lao Gui's words, Yang Guang remained silent for several seconds.

He turned his head and looked at the ghost city god lying on the ground, covered in dust and dirt.

This guy was badly beaten, and most of his yin energy had dissipated. His ghostly face was covered in bruises, but Yang Guang's eyes were now extremely complicated.

I thought this guy was some evil spirit who had taken over the City God Temple.

Now, looking at the results...

Good guy.

Is this guy a living Lei Feng?

wrong.

Dead Lei Feng!

Yang Guang squatted down, placed his hands on his knees, tilted his head, and looked at the Ghost City God, asking, "Alright, what those people outside who pleaded for you, were they telling the truth?"

The Ghost City God raised his swollen face, his mouth still twitching, and looked at Yang Guang with eyes full of terror.

"You...you're not going to fight anymore?"

"I'm asking you a question!"

The Ghost City God shrank his neck and immediately nodded obediently like a primary school student who had just been beaten.

"Really, really!"

"It's all true!"

"Why would I lie to you? My brain's practically been cracked open by that fat sorcerer!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng immediately hid his porcelain cup ritual implement.

The awkwardness that came from Manlai.

They've already done so many good deeds, and I still beat them up. That's really a bit of a sin.

We need to hide the weapon well, right?

Yang Guang stared at him and asked, "Then tell me, what exactly is your background?"

"And how did they discover that the City God had disappeared?"

"Explain everything clearly from beginning to end!"

Yang Guang raised a finger and waved it coldly: "Dare to utter even half a lie, and I'll make sure your soul is annihilated today!"

"Did you hear me?"

The Ghost City God shuddered, immediately got up from the ground, and nodded repeatedly.

Where is the last trace of the prestige he had when he impersonated the City God?

The Ghost City God rubbed his hands together and spoke cautiously. "Master Celestial, my name is A-Qiang, I... I was a security guard in my previous life."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The entire dilapidated temple fell silent instantly.

Chu Sheng's small eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't close his mouth.

security guard?

The dignified "Ghost City God" was actually a security guard in his previous life?

That's it?

Yang Guang stared at him in astonishment; this identity was indeed beyond Yang Guang's imagination.

However, he nodded and looked at Ah Qiang, saying, "Go on."

Ah Qiang sighed, a hint of reminiscence appearing on his swollen, battered face: "Thirty years ago, I worked as a security guard in an old residential area in the east of the city."

"Back then, things were always going missing from department stores. That's just how it was back then. That night, I was on night shift and happened to catch two thieves picking the lock."

"I grabbed a flashlight and chased after them."

"Those bastards had no sportsmanship; they even stole the manhole covers from the sewers!"

"As I was chasing after it, I lost my footing and fell into the sewer, breaking my neck."

"He died on the spot."

The dilapidated temple was deathly silent.

Ah Qiang's expression conveyed an indescribable sense of grievance.

Even though thirty years have passed, he still feels quite depressed when he talks about what happened back then.

Yang Guang stared at him in disbelief.

Even the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

In my heart, I was exclaiming, "Wow!"

Who would have thought that the Ghost City God would have such an experience?

Falling into a sewer and killing yourself, is that alright?