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

Jiang Siyu looked at her custom-made executive desk with a pained expression, where Yang Guang's muddy hand had left a black mark.

His lips twitched, but he held back and didn't say anything.

Yang Guang picked up his brush and began to paint.

The vermilion patterns danced like dragons and phoenixes on the yellow paper in one go.

In less than half a minute, the three talismans were drawn.

Yang Guang picked up one of the cards and handed it to Donut: "Keep this one close to your body; you can't be without it day or night."

"If it drips water at your bedside again at night, just put the talisman to your chest."

Donut's hands trembled as she accepted the talisman.

It's strange, really.

As soon as she got the talisman, she felt the chilly sensation on the back of her neck instantly dissipate by more than half.

I felt warm all over.

"what?"

The donut paused for a moment, then its eyes lit up instantly: "It really works!"

"I'm not cold at all now!"

Yang Guang proudly raised his chin: "Nonsense."

"The talismans I draw are guaranteed to be of high quality."

"Don't even mention a little water... Kumanthong, even if a hundred-year-old vengeful ghost comes, this talisman can keep it at bay."

Jiang Siyu, watching from the side, clicked her tongue in amazement and leaned over to ask curiously, "What about the remaining two?"

Yang Guang stuffed the other two talismans into his pocket.

"These two are for when I go to meet that old friend."

"The root of the problem with the donuts isn't with her, it's with that run-down sanatorium."

"As long as we take down that den and find the little devil that's haunting her and send it on its way, she'll be fine."

Upon hearing this, Donut nodded hastily, "Then...then please go quickly, Master!"

"Please get that thing away from me right now, I'll even kowtow to you!"

Yang Guang waved his hand, slowly sat back on the sofa, and crossed his legs.

"What's the rush?"

"I just crawled out of that big mud pit in Shuitangba Village, and I haven't even had a sip of hot water yet."

"I'm covered in mud and haven't washed it off yet, and my stomach is growling."

As Yang Guang spoke, he gave Jiang Siyu a meaningful glance.

Jiang Siyu had dealt with him several times, so how could she not understand what he meant?

She sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation: "Fine, fine."

"I'll ask the front desk to order you some takeout to tide you over. We'll go out to eat together after your friend gets back."

What would you like to eat?

Yang Guang's eyes lit up, and he held up two fingers to demonstrate.

"I don't want anything else."

"Give me two hard vegetables to line my stomach first."

"And what about... do companies like yours all have those afternoon tea or something for employees?"

"Could you give me one too?"

Jiang Siyu: "..."

"Why don't you just go to heaven?"

Watching the two, the CEO and the man bickering, Donut's heart, which had been in her throat, inexplicably calmed down.

She secretly squeezed the warm talisman in her hand.

Although this master seems really unreliable.

Covered in mud, always calling himself "young master," and his smile is like that of a villain.

But I don't know why.

She felt at ease being in the same room with him.

The fear of being watched and being dragged away at any moment has completely disappeared.

Jiang Siyu took out her phone, just about to call the front desk to order food.

Just then.

Yang Guang's old cell phone, with its screen cracked in three places, suddenly rang.

The ringtone was still that incredibly corny call notification song.

Yang Guang took out his phone and looked at it.

The caller ID showed Mr. Chu.

He pressed the answer button immediately: "Hey, Fatty, what's up?"

The phone rang out instantly in Chu Sheng's booming voice, trembling with tears: "Brother Guang!"

"You finally answered the phone!"

"This humble monk, along with Old Jia and Er Lengzi, are being blocked at the door!"

Yang Guang was taken aback: "Blocking the doorway?"

"Who dares to block the gate of our Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon?"

Chu Sheng looked utterly aggrieved: "Security guards!"

"The company plane dropped us off downstairs and parked itself, but when the three of us tried to go inside, the security guard absolutely refused to let us in!"

"They said the three of us looked like beggars, and that Er Lengzi wouldn't let us into the elevator!"

"This humble monk, weighing 250 pounds, now stands like a club in the middle of the hall, and those people look at me like I'm a monkey!"

Faintly, one could still hear Jia Youcai's raspy voice yelling from the side: "Tell him!"

Tell him I'm a reclusive master!

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at the sound of it.

He turned to Jiang Siyu and said, "Rich lady, your security guards are quite dedicated."

"They've blocked my two lovable rascals and a dog downstairs."

Jiang Siyu was taken aback, then realized what she meant and sighed, "Tell them to wait a moment, I'll send someone down to get them right away."

She turned and walked towards the door, taking out her phone as she went to call the front desk: "Hey, Xiaomin, are there three... uh, two men with a dog in the lobby downstairs?"

"right!"

"That fat monk and that old man are my friends. Quickly have security let them in and take them to my office."

"Bring the dog up too."

"right!"

"Dogs too."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Siyu gave Yang Guang an annoyed look: "What kind of friends do you have?"

"Each one is more abstract than the last."

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets, looking completely self-righteous: "Rich lady, you just don't understand."

"That fat guy could shatter a zombie's skull with a single porcelain cup, and that old man..."

"Uh... that old man may not be good at anything else, but he's a master at fooling old ladies."

"As for Er Lengzi, he has an even more extraordinary skill: he can swallow a Kumanthong whole in one gulp."

Jiang Siyu: "..."

Donut, curled up on the sofa in the office, wasn't so scared anymore.

The warm talisman in her hand gave her a great sense of security.

She stole a glance at Yang Guang, who was sitting opposite her with his legs crossed, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered, "Um... Master."

Yang Guang waved his hand: "Don't call me 'Master,' it's too formal."

Just call me Yang Guang.

Donut nodded and said, "Yang Guang, are you going to that sanatorium tonight?"

Yang Guang nodded: "Mm."

"We'll go after we eat."

"The yin energy is heavy at night, and that thing comes out to move around, so we caught it red-handed."

Donut's eyes darted around, then suddenly perked up.

"That meal is on me!"

She slapped her thigh, her whole demeanor brightening: "You can eat whatever you want, no matter how expensive!"

"Abalone, lobster, king crab—I'll provide as much as you want!"

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

As expected, it's the wealthy young ladies who are so straightforward in getting things done.

"Huh?"

"How could I possibly accept that?"

Yang Guang rubbed his hands together, just about to order some main dishes, when Donut suddenly changed the subject.

"However... I have a small request."

Yang Guang frowned slightly.

Huh?

This gorgeous girl actually made demands of me?

Before he could even ask, Donut blurted out, looking at him expectantly, "Yang Guang, can I go with you guys?"

Yang Guang was taken aback: "You're going too?"

"What are you going to do?"

Donut said with a serious expression, "I'll go livestream!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's eyes widened immediately, and he exclaimed inwardly, "Wow!"

This hasn't even resolved her own problems yet, and she still wants to get involved?

"Are you crazy?"

"That place is a den of ghosts. You, who are being haunted by a Kumanthong, would you go there?"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed already?"

"What's wrong?"

"Haven't we learned our lesson yet?"