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

Yang Guang sneered and crossed his arms: "Not good?"

"Hurry up!"

"I'm in a really bad mood right now!"

"If you can't appease him, forget about tonight's braised pork ribs; you'll be eating cornbread every day from now on!"

As soon as I heard that braised pork ribs were going to be sold out.

Er Lengzi instantly wilted.

"Holy crap, that's workplace bullying!"

"You've hit my weak spot!"

Er Lengzi, grumbling and cursing, tucked his tail between his legs and walked reluctantly to the underworld messenger.

A dog and a ghost stared at each other, wide-eyed.

The underworld messenger was no longer afraid when he saw Er Lengzi approaching.

Instead, he reached out with great curiosity and grabbed Er Lengzi's dog ear.

"Dog..."

"Dogs are so fun..."

"Let go!"

"Let go of me, you dog!"

Er Lengzi grimaced in pain, but dared not bite down.

After all, this old man is mentally challenged now. Not only did he get a mouthful of hair, but if he also infected himself, wouldn't his noble intelligence be reduced to a second dimension?

Er Lengzi helplessly plopped down on the ground.

He cleared his throat.

The thick, Northeastern accent wafted out instantly: "Hey, my goodness, bro!"

"Can we please stop crying?"

"Look at your big snot bubble! It's almost falling onto my forehead!"

The underworld official pouted, looking at it with extreme grievance: "Hungry..."

Er Lengzi rolled his eyes: "Hungry my ass!"

"You just spent forty-five days down there sucking up fermented black water, is your stomach connected to the Pacific Ocean or something?"

"Wow!!!"

Startled by Er Lengzi's shout, the underworld official opened his mouth and prepared to howl again with practiced ease.

"No, no, no!"

"Master!"

"Ancestors!"

Er Lengzi quickly stretched out his claws and covered the underworld messenger's mouth.

It looked pleadingly at Chu Sheng in the distance: "Fat monk, do you have anything in your broken stereo that can soothe a child?"

"Hurry up and write two songs for me!"

"My Northeastern accent is too much of a killer for these mentally challenged kids, it's useless!"

Chu Sheng slapped his thigh, his 250-pound belly jiggling: "Amitabha, the dog benefactor is indeed very thoughtful!"

"This humble monk has the complete repertoire of all kinds of music!"

Chu Sheng skillfully took out his phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker.

I swiped twice on the screen.

"Come, come, let's play an incredibly soothing and uplifting song for this benefactor!"

next second.

The large Bluetooth speaker's colorful ambient light instantly turned into an extremely warm pink.

The extremely cheerful and lively voices of children resounded inside the mountain.

A flock of ducks swam by under the bridge in front of the gate.

"Come on, let's count them: two, four, six, seven, eight!"

Good guy.

The style of this art changed so suddenly, faster than a tornado.

Just a moment ago it was an extremely violent Ksitigarbha electronic music disco, but in the blink of an eye it has turned into a fun and easy music early education class!

The most ridiculous thing is that this song "Counting Ducks" came out.

The underworld messenger sitting on the ground miraculously stopped crying.

A naive and innocent smile instantly bloomed on that pale face.

He actually cooperated perfectly with the rhythm of the music, raising his hands above his head and mimicking a duck, wiggling his bottom very happily in the mud.

"Giggle giggle~"

The underworld official twisted and turned, while simultaneously providing perfectly synchronized voice-over narration.

This scene was so painful that it made Yang Guang and Er Lengzi's eyes bleed!

Yang Guang covered his face and turned away in extreme pain.

"Holy shit..."

"This visual is so damn futuristic, my retinas are about to give out!"

Er Lengzi also took several steps back with extreme disgust and plopped down next to Yang Guang's feet.

"Father Yang, I've really seen something new today."

Chu Sheng was extremely excited, and even took the large porcelain cup covered in brain matter and tapped it rhythmically to the side.

"Dongdong dongdong!"

"Hey, shake it!"

"Yes, yes, that posture is absolutely perfect!"

"Amitabha Buddha, it seems this humble monk's physical salvation package can also be used as a part-time early childhood educator!"

Yang Guang barely suppressed the urge to draw his lightning-struck wooden sword and chop the ghost and the monk to pieces.

He took a few deep breaths of the cold wind drifting from the underground river, which barely managed to calm his soaring blood pressure.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed with utter helplessness.

"Alright, alright!"

"Turn it off right now!"

"This lousy song is making my head explode!"

Chu Sheng quickly turned off the music.

The mountainside instantly returned to silence.

The underworld official pouted in extreme dissatisfaction, seemingly wanting to throw a tantrum.

Er Lengzi, with his keen eye, walked up and slapped the back of the Yinchai's head with his claw.

"Behave yourself!"

"If you twist again, I'll suck you up right now!"

The underworld official shrank back after being slapped, hugged his knees in utter grievance, and squatted in the corner, drawing circles.

Yang Guang stepped forward and looked at the mentally challenged underworld official, feeling extremely frustrated.

The clue we finally found has been lost!

Besides, this account is useless now; you can't get any information out of it.

"Brother Guang, what should we do with Old Deng?"

"We can't just leave it here in this underground cave, can we?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes: "Take him away!"

Chu Sheng's hand, which was carrying the Bluetooth speaker, suddenly trembled, and he almost dropped the speaker on his own foot.

His already small, beady eyes widened like saucers as he stared at Yang Guang in utter disbelief: "Amitabha!"

"Brother Guang, you're not kidding, are you?"

"You're taking this giant baby with you?"

"Our funeral service center isn't a daycare!"

"This thing's crying is enough to send all the neighbors to the afterlife!"

The simpleton next to him was also jumping up and down in a panic, his heterochromatic eyes full of resistance: "Father Yang, calm down!"

"That old bastard may have become mentally deficient, but his appetite hasn't shrunk at all!"

"He was sucking up water so hard down there just now, if I bring him back, won't he be stealing my job?"

"I strongly disagree!"

"This constitutes the illegal introduction of migrant workers!"

Looking at the pathetic state of the man and dog, Yang Guang rubbed his temples in utter disgust.

"You two know absolutely nothing!"

Yang Guang pointed at the underworld messenger still bubbling in the muddy water and sneered repeatedly: "Although this thing has lost its heavenly soul now, its intelligence is not even as good as a three-and-a-half-year-old brat."

"But this body he's wearing is actually that of a legitimate, officially registered underworld official!"

Have you ever heard the saying, "Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse"?

"His foundation is still there; his cultivation as a ghost official is far more formidable than any vengeful spirit in red!"

"If there's any dirty or strenuous work in the future, like charging into battle or taking the hits as a human shield, just close the door and release the underworld messengers. Isn't that better than doing it yourself?"

Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi were stunned when they heard this.

The monk and the dog looked at each other, and finally, in perfect unison, gave Yang Guang a thumbs up.

Chu Sheng gasped, "Brother Guang, I'm completely convinced today!"

"If capitalists saw you, they'd hang streetlights around their necks all night!"

"He's already so stupid, and you still want to squeeze every last bit of value out of him?"

"This is absolutely inhumane!"