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

Yang Guang took a taxi and returned to the funeral parlor at 2:30 a.m.

to be frank.

If it weren't for the fact that there are no buses running at this time, Yang Guang would never have taken a taxi, even if you beat him to death.

After all, for someone who wouldn't even add a sausage to his instant noodles, taking a taxi would be like risking his life.

Why not use that money to buy something nice?

However, the thought that Chu Sheng and the others would be going out to run errands tomorrow, and that he would be able to get a share of hundreds of thousands without having to do anything, made him feel a little less distressed.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, and Yang Guang paid the fare and got out.

Although I went through a lot of trouble tonight, I gained a lot.

The situation at the City God Temple has been mostly sorted out, and we even got Ah Qiang as the base manager for free. The safety of the hundreds of ghosts has also been temporarily resolved.

The truth behind the disappearance of the Earth God and the City God remains shrouded in mystery.

But there's no need to rush.

Since we have absolutely no clue what to do, we can only wait and investigate slowly later.

however.

Just as Yang Guang reached the entrance of the courtyard and was about to take out his keys to open the door...

His steps abruptly stopped.

A faint wisp of yin energy lingered beneath the white lantern at the entrance of the courtyard.

It was so faint that it was almost negligible.

Yang Guang glanced in that direction without making a sound.

Then the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Under the light of the white lanterns, a semi-transparent figure was sprawled out on the steps in front of his house.

The state of this ghost can only be described in four words.

Horrible!

The soul was covered with cracks of all sizes, and black yin energy was seeping out of the cracks in wisps.

Several charred burn marks remained on his body, making him look as if he had been struck by lightning.

The ghost was extremely weak, its spirit sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, like an old-fashioned television with a bad signal.

Her hair was a mess, plastered to her forehead.

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

I thought to myself, "Wow!"

In the middle of the night, how could someone actually come to my door?

Business is really coming to our door!

Yang Guang's inner nerve, which was specifically used for making money, was energized once again.

Although the ghost looked terribly miserable, in Yang Guang's eyes, it was clearly a walking supplier of ghost teeth and ghost tears!

wrong.

It can't even walk anymore; it's basically a supplier paralyzed on the ground.

Yang Guang cleared his throat and strode over.

Standing on the steps, looking down at the ghost lying paralyzed on the ground.

"Yo."

Yang Guang, hands in his pockets, tilted his head and glanced around: "In the middle of the night, are you trying to scam me at my doorstep?"

The ghost lying on the ground struggled to move its eyes after hearing the sound.

The moment it saw Yang Guang, an extremely complex expression instantly appeared on its pale, bluish-white face, which was covered with several scorch marks.

It was like seeing a savior.

It was like seeing the last straw.

But more than anything, there was resentment.

The whole world owes him five million.

The moment the ghost saw Yang Guang, tears streamed down its face, like a tap being turned on, and it couldn't stop them.

"Master Celestial!"

It cried its heart out, its voice filled with accusation: "You must stand up for me!"

"Ouch."

"Look how wronged you look. Quickly take this and catch it before you drop it on the ground."

"That's such a waste."

Yang Guang took out a specific jade bottle and stuffed it directly into the ghost's hand.

When the ghost saw the jade bottle in its hand and looked at Yang Guang's distressed expression as he watched her tears, it felt even more aggrieved.

What do you mean?

Shouldn't you be concerned about me?

Didn't you see I was beaten up like this? And all you care about is my tears?

Are you still a Taoist priest or not?

Although he felt even more wronged, he still listened to Yang Guang and obediently caught the ghost tears.

It was Yang Guang's interruption that made me feel less like crying.

This made Yang Guang very dissatisfied.

Yang Guang squatted down, looked at the ghost who was crying her eyes out, and said in a puzzled tone, "Alright, stop howling."

Explain yourself.

"What happened?"

"Who beat you up like this?"

The ghost used all its strength to barely lift half of its body off the ground, its face covered in snot and tears.

"Master, my name is Dazhuang, from the cemetery on the outskirts of Fengdu!"

"He spent his whole life farming!"

"After he died, he drifted around for about ten years, a lifelong bachelor plus the ten years after his death!"

"I finally ran into a pretty girl at the cemetery tonight, and I wanted to say a few words to her!"

"Then, without saying a word, they came up and started throwing talismans at me!"

"Five talismans!"

"Five sheets, Master Celestial!"

"Crackling and popping!"

"It nearly blew my soul away!"

"I just want to find a wife, is that wrong?"

Dazhuang became more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder: "Master Celestial, please be the judge!"

"In the mortal realm, this would be considered intentional assault; in the underworld, it would be considered premeditated murder!"

"I'm going to sue her!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's expression changed slightly.

Even among those in the Xuanmen sect, there are rules. Even if they encounter wandering ghosts, they will not attack them as long as they do not harm anyone.

Yang Guang had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

She then turned cold, looked at him irritably, and snorted, "Are you sure you didn't do anything to her?"

Dazhuang immediately burst into a wail: "Master, I swear to God, I just wanted to date her, I didn't mean to hurt her!"

"I just asked if I wanted a husband, and she shot me five times in quick succession!"

"Where can you reason with this?"

"I didn't have a wife when I was alive, and now that I'm dead, I'm being used as a target to find someone to keep me company!"

"What sins have I committed in this life, including all these years since my death?"

Yang Guang's face immediately darkened.

He glared at Dazhuang and snapped, "You damn lost soul, you actually think you can find a living person to date?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nobody's going to shut you up these days, so you've gotten too cocky?"

"Are there no pretty girls among dead people?"

"Do you really have to find a living person?"

Yang Guang held up a finger and waved it in front of Da Zhuang Mian: "You're just lucky that you ran into someone from the Xuanmen sect and weren't killed."

"If you ran into me, I guarantee you'd be scared out of your wits by now!"

After being thoroughly scolded by Yang Guang, Da Zhuang shrank into a ball.

That face, already pale and bluish, was now filled with even more grievance.

He rubbed his semi-transparent hands together, his eyes darting around, and muttered softly, "Master, I just want to find a wife, I don't want to be a single dog..."