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

Chu Sheng shouted loudly.

Just as those black, furry claws were about to grab his nose.

With an extremely agile tactical lean back, he smoothly pulled out a second corpse-suppressing talisman with his right hand.

Without even looking, he slapped the dark shadow in the coffin right on the forehead!

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound rang out.

This extremely agitated black old man didn't even have time to sit up before he was frozen in place by the corpse-suppressing talisman, feeling utterly miserable.

"Done!"

Chu Sheng turned around smugly and flashed a peace sign at Yang Guang: "Brother Guang, how's my hand speed?"

"Is this the peak of being single for twenty years?"

Yang Guang watched the fat monk go crazy with utter speechlessness.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hurry up and take the last bite!"

Chu Sheng chuckled, took the last corpse-suppressing talisman, and swaggered toward the last coffin.

This coffin was the one that had caused the biggest commotion earlier, the one that Yang Guang had firmly suppressed with his gavel.

Lying inside is Boss Chen's biological father.

He was also the last of the three generations to die and the one who absorbed the purest corpse energy!

Chu Sheng is now extremely arrogant.

He didn't even use his hands.

He gripped the edge of the coffin lid with one hand and shouted arrogantly at Boss Chen, who was sitting in the mud, "Boss Chen, watch closely!"

"Watch me open a blind box with one hand!"

"May your father depart peacefully!"

Done.

Chu Sheng suddenly exerted force with one arm!

"Open it for this humble monk!"

"Bang!"

The commotion surrounding the last coffin was absolutely outrageous.

As soon as Chu Sheng opened the coffin a crack, it seemed as if it were filled with explosives.

An extremely violent burst of black corpse energy erupted!

The entire lid of the blood-red, dark wood coffin was kicked off by the thing inside!

"Clang!"

The heavy coffin lid slammed violently against the earthen wall.

Followed by.

An old man dressed in an extremely retro funeral shroud from the 1970s or 80s suddenly sprang straight out of the coffin!

The old zongzi's face was covered with extremely thick bluish-green hair, and its fangs protruded directly from its lips.

The corpse fire in its eye sockets was even more intense than the previous two!

As soon as it sprang up, its two extremely sharp, bluish claws gripped Chu Sheng's neck tightly!

Holy crap!

Chu Sheng never expected that this old man from the Chen family would be so fierce. His 250-pound fat was pinched so hard that he was forced to take several steps back.

He almost flung the corpse-suppressing talisman from his hand.

"Amitabha!"

"Your temper is far too short, benefactor!"

"You're going to grab this monk by the throat right off the bat?"

Chu Sheng was choked until his eyes rolled back, and the Buddhist beads around his neck were torn off.

In the distance, Boss Chen covered his eyes in terror and screamed in utter despair, "Father!"

"Please don't kill any living beings!"

Yang Guang frowned.

I was just about to kick the hairy zombie back.

The result came at this moment.

With his neck being choked, Chu Sheng's fat face suddenly flashed with an extremely vicious rage.

"Oh shit!"

"Do you really think this humble monk is a weak and helpless monk?"

Chu Sheng didn't need Yang Guang's help at all.

He deftly and skillfully pulled out the large porcelain cup, engraved with golden Sanskrit characters, from his waistband.

He swung his hand back with extreme brutality!

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

"Let go of me!"

"Bang!"

This large porcelain cup, carrying an extremely terrifying physical impact, slammed solidly onto the top of the blue-haired zombie's head.

That was a very heavy blow.

Even the extremely hard skull of the hairy zombie emitted a very crisp cracking sound.

"Aww..."

The green-haired zombie was knocked so hard that its head snapped back, and the hands that were gripping Chu Sheng's neck instantly loosened their grip.

Just the instant it let go.

With lightning speed, Chu Sheng pressed the last corpse-suppressing talisman firmly onto its forehead.

"Snapped!"

The world fell silent instantly.

The extremely violent, hairy Chen family father, with the yellow talisman on his forehead, fell straight backward with extreme stiffness.

It crashed back into the coffin with a loud bang.

Chu Sheng rubbed his thick neck, which had been pinched red, with extreme disgust, and then clipped the large porcelain cup back onto his waistband.

"Amitabha."

"Unless you force this humble monk to resort to violence, you have absolutely no affinity with Buddhism."

Upon seeing this scene, Boss Chen, who was above the pit, was so distressed that his facial features contorted in pain.

He scrambled to the edge of the pit, looked at his father's skull, which had been dented, and cried out in extreme pain, "Ouch!"

"Master, master, please tap gently!"

"My dad suffered from a very serious stroke before he died. You're going to give him a concussion if you hit him like that!"

Yang Guang stood to the side, hands tucked in his pockets, completely indifferent.

"Cerebral thrombosis?"

"He doesn't even have a heartbeat anymore, and you're worried about him getting a concussion?"

"Let me tell you clearly, young master."

"If that fat monk hadn't reacted quickly and given him a good whack, he would have crawled out by now, ready to give you, his dutiful son, a very kind bleeding treatment!"

Upon hearing that bloodletting was to be performed, Boss Chen was so frightened that he shrank his neck and immediately shut his mouth.

What do you mean by "father"?

As long as it doesn't bite itself, you can smash it to pieces!

Yang Guang looked at the three blood-red, dark wooden coffins lying side by side in the mud.

Three generations of a family: great-grandfather, grandfather, and father.

White fur, black fur, blue fur.

It lay inside, neatly covered with three corpse-suppressing talismans.

This scene has a distinctly dark humor effect.

"Alright."

Yang Guang clapped his hands in great satisfaction.

He turned to look at Lin Yue, who was still standing to the side in a daze.

"Officer, has the gasoline arrived yet?"

"This kind of blood-red, dark wood is extremely evil. Even if you don't burn it completely with high-octane gasoline, leaving only a stub, it can still cause harm to people."

Lin Yue only came to her senses at this moment.

She nodded decisively, took out the walkie-talkie, and pressed the button.

"Old Li, Old Li, please respond."

"Has the gasoline arrived yet?"

The walkie-talkie crackled with Old Li's breathless voice: "Team Leader Lin, it's up! It's up! Four barrels of 98-octane gasoline! The guys are carrying them towards the ravine."

Less than two minutes later.

Four policemen, covered in mud, each carrying a large bucket of red gasoline, trudged up the muddy path.

When they saw the three dark red coffins at the bottom of the pit, and the three extremely terrifying hairy zombies lying inside them.

The four young policemen's legs went weak on the spot.

Two of them were so frightened that they threw down their gasoline cans and sat down on the muddy ground, their faces ashen.

Holy crap!

"Captain Lin... this... this..."

Lin Yue waved her hand with extreme composure, even though she was panicking inside, she still tried to appear calm.

"Don't overreact, don't make a fuss!"

"Hurry up!"

Yang Guang didn't hesitate.

He jumped straight into the pit.

He roughly picked up the two cans of gasoline and unscrewed the caps.

"Boss Chen."

As Yang Guang expertly poured gasoline into the coffin, he shouted without looking up, "Look carefully!"

"I offer a complete one-stop service for cremation and the salvation of the deceased, and it's extremely thorough."

"I guarantee that your three ancestors will have an extremely warm journey."