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

"Master Yang, you just burned it like that?"

Boss Chen rubbed his hands together, looking constipated. "It's not that I'm reluctant, Master."

"The main problem is that after this is burned, all that will be left of my great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father is a handful of ashes."

"If we find an auspicious burial site for them, will the ashes still be effective?"

"Can you also bless me to land big projects?"

Yang Guang was so angry at the capitalist's way of thinking that he laughed.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Of course!"

"Of course it works!"

"Bone ash is a highly concentrated essence, don't you understand?"

"Whether he's lying down or in a box, he's still your ancestor. His DNA hasn't changed. Do you think burning him will make him someone else's father?"

"What's wrong?"

"You expect them to become saints in their physical bodies and personally crawl out to supervise the construction site and pour mortar for you?"

Upon hearing Yang Guang's words, Boss Chen's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, immediately settled back into his stomach.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Just a moment ago, he was filled with grief and despair, but now he has instantly switched to the ruthless and decisive nature of a big boss.

With a wave of his hand.

He shouted with immense pride, "Burn!"

"Master, then burn it!"

"Don't be shy with me!"

"Burn it clean, don't leave a single hair!"

"Cremation and funeral rites all included, all costs covered!"

The filial son's speech moved Chu Sheng to tears, who couldn't help but clasp his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha."

"Boss Chen, you're truly the best at raising filial sons."

"If your ancestors knew how magnanimous you are, they would jump out of their coffins and applaud you."

Yang Guang ignored this clown and turned to Lin Yue beside him: "Officer, could you please use the walkie-talkie to tell the guys outside?"

"We didn't bring any fuel in this desolate wilderness."

"Have them bring up a few cans of gasoline, high octane, the kind that burns really fast!"

Lin Yue was still completely bewildered.

Although she had already witnessed Yang Guang's abilities, including catching ghosts.

But the thing inside the coffin hasn't shown its face yet.

Just now, I heard Yang Guang keep talking about long white hair and zombies.

Lin Yue couldn't help but frown slightly.

With a touch of professional skepticism: "Yang Guang, are there really zombies in here?"

In the eyes of this highly educated policewoman, the idea of ​​a zombie turning into a human being still somewhat challenges materialistic values.

Even though she had already seen a ghost.

But I haven't seen a zombie yet.

Ok.

It's definitely not because I wanted to see it; it's mainly because my position prevents me from having any doubts.

Correct!

That's it!

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's eyebrows shot up sharply: "Oh?"

"When have I ever lied to you, young master?"

"Since you don't believe it, then let me open your eyes and give you an immersive experience of getting closer to science?"

Done.

Yang Guang reached directly into his backpack and skillfully pulled out a stack of blank yellow paper and a calligraphy brush soaked in cinnabar.

In this desolate wilderness, there is neither a Dharma altar nor an incense table.

Yang Guang simply laid the yellow paper on a flat, large rock next to him.

Take a deep breath.

The writing is extremely fluid!

The dragon and phoenix danced in one fluid motion!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

In less than ten seconds, three perfectly drawn corpse-suppressing talismans were completed.

The bright red cinnabar runes on the yellow paper faintly exuded an extremely fierce yang energy.

Yang Guang held the talisman in his hand and shook it.

He turned and shouted at Chu Sheng, "Fatty!"

"Stop standing there, it's time to open the coffin blind box!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's 250-pound piece of fat trembled noticeably.

He clutched the large porcelain cup tightly in his hands, his beady eyes wide open.

"Amitabha!"

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

"This humble monk is a clerical worker; perhaps you should let the dog benefactor do the physical work of opening blind boxes?"

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi, who was standing nearby, immediately became indignant and started barking at Chu Sheng.

Yang Guang glared at Chu Sheng, annoyed. "Stop spouting nonsense!"

"Go now!"

"My magical artifacts are still on top of those three coffins!"

"Those are our livelihood tools, are we really going to burn them along with these rotten logs later?"

"Then wouldn't I be losing even my underwear?"

"Using these three corpse-suppressing talismans is a high-value replacement, understand?"

Yang Guang slapped the corpse-suppressing talisman in his hand directly onto Chu Sheng's chest: "Hurry up, stop dawdling!"

"Remove the ritual implements, then lift the coffin lid, and then stick the corpse-suppressing talismans on their foreheads."

Chu Sheng sighed helplessly, knowing he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He clipped the large porcelain cup to his waistband and clutched the three corpse-suppressing talismans tightly in his hand.

They slowly made their way to the edge of the pit.

"Amitabha."

"My three ancestors of the Chen family, this humble monk has come to offer you some comfort. Please don't lay a hand on me later."

Chu Sheng muttered to himself as he cautiously reached out and first took the Bagua copper coin sword from the middle coffin.

result.

The moment the copper coin sword left his hand!

"Bang!"

A violent impact sound suddenly came from the blood-red, dark wood coffin!

The entire coffin lid was so impacted that it bounced upwards, creating a very obvious crack!

An extremely pungent stench of decay suddenly wafted out from the crack.

Holy crap!

The sudden commotion startled Mr. Chen, who was standing nearby, so much so that he fell backward and landed hard on his bottom in the mud.

The fat on his face trembled violently.

"It moved! It moved!"

"Master, it really moved!"

Lin Yue was also startled, and her hand instinctively reached for the pistol at her waist.

Although she knew that this thing was probably useless against such supernatural beings, it was purely a matter of a police officer's professional ethics.

Chu Sheng, no longer caring about his fear, asked hesitantly, "Brother Guang, the things have been taken out, but is the coffin lid really open?"

Yang Guang put the magic weapon back into his backpack and glanced at him sideways.

"open!"

"Just lift it up!"

"I'm right here watching, what are you afraid of!"

"Show me your mighty dragon spirit!"

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth and rubbed his thick palms together.

"Oh shit!"

"Let's give it our all!"

He walked directly to the coffin on the far side, which contained the coffin of Boss Chen's great-grandfather.

Both hands gripped the edge of the heavy, blood-red, dark wooden coffin lid tightly.

"Get out of my way!"

The fat monk suddenly exerted his strength, and his 250-pound fat instantly unleashed an extremely terrifying power.

"Creak..."

Accompanied by an extremely grating sound of wood rubbing together, the coffin lid, whose nails had been broken by the corpse energy, was forcibly half-opened by Chu Sheng!

The moment the coffin lid was lifted.

The dense black energy that had been suppressed in the coffin for an extremely long time suddenly gushed out like ink!

Followed by.

With a "whoosh" sound!

Suddenly, out of the pitch-black coffin, a pair of withered claws emerged!

The skin on those claws had long since dried into an extremely eerie dark brown.

The most critical thing is...

The claws on those claws were over ten centimeters long.

It's curved like a hook and covered in extremely disgusting white fuzz!

The white-haired zombie's claws snapped shut on the edge of the coffin!