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

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways.

That old geezer came right after smelling the aroma.

However, he didn't rush to expose him.

Bringing this old swindler along is fine too; he'll just be there to liven things up and make up the numbers anyway.

The most crucial thing now is the sponsor, the donut company.

Having this old man chat with the sugar daddy and keep him happy is a good deal.

Anyway, it's not like I'm the one paying.

Yang Guang casually shoved his hands into his sweatpants pockets and said lazily, "Ask her where we're going."

"I don't have time to be your tour guide."

Without much thought, Sweetie simply recounted the important points she had just discussed with Yang Guang to Jia Youcai.

What kind of ghost-hunting live stream is this?

An abandoned sanatorium.

There's a little black-faced ghost with dripping water standing by my bedside at night.

She opened her mouth.

The smile on Jia Youcai's face, which had been wrinkled, visibly crumbled.

The old man's face turned green.

A den for raising ghosts?

Still have Kumanthong?

This thing can really be deadly!

I'm just here to mooch a meal at the company, not to die!

Jia Youcai's heart was pounding, and he even started to move his feet backward.

He coughed twice, just about to make an excuse to slip away.

"Oh dear, my old bones and legs are so tired from the rain, I'm afraid my rheumatism is about to flare up..."

But the donut-shaped person spoke up first: "Master, would you like to come with us?"

Donut blinked its big, watery eyes and looked at Jia Youcai with a sincere expression: "I'll pay you, I promise you won't work for nothing."

"Besides the portion I promised Yang Guang."

"How about I give you an extra 20,000?"

"hiss……"

Jia Youcai's foot, which was about to step out, froze in mid-air.

Two... twenty thousand?

The old man's beady eyes widened instantly, and his earlier thought of slipping away vanished in a flash.

What is rheumatism?

Is it worth 20,000 yuan?

Jia Youcai made a complete 180-degree turn and came right back, his face beaming with an even brighter smile than before.

"Sure!"

"That's fantastic!"

The old man slapped his thigh, exclaiming with great pride, "Little girl, don't worry!"

"With me, the Daoist master, protecting you, you can easily defeat a mere brat."

"Even if the Dragon King's great-uncle came to your bedside and started dancing in the middle of the night, I, the Taoist priest, would still give him a proper send-off!"

Yang Guang, who was listening nearby, rolled his eyes.

Good guy.

I was just complaining that my rheumatism was acting up and I was about to leave, but after spending 20,000 yuan, my backache and leg pain have disappeared.

Even the Dragon King's third maternal uncle was brought up?

The speed at which this person changes their expression is faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Old Jia."

Yang Guang, annoyed, retorted, "Your rheumatism is healing way too fast!"

"Didn't you just say you were going to have a seizure?"

Jia Youcai blushed, but stubbornly retorted, "Nonsense!"

"I'm truly moved by this little girl's sincerity!"

"Do you understand the heart of a doctor, like a parent?"

"To save people from dire straits, my little illness is nothing!"

"Pooh!"

Yang Guang spat at him: "Is that what you call a doctor's heart is like a parent's?"

"You're just greedy for money!"

"You just stepped outside the door."

Jia Youcai was exposed on the spot and lost face.

He simply turned his head away, pretended not to hear, and moved closer to the donut to continue trying to get closer to it.

"Little girl, are you paying half of the 20,000 upfront, or will you settle the rest after the deal is done?"

"I'm not picky, anything is fine with me."

Yang Guang: "..."

have to.

This old man is even eyeing the deposit now.

Chu Sheng, who weighed 250 pounds, finally realized what was happening.

He held the large porcelain cup, his resentful gaze darting back and forth between Yang Guang and Jia Youcai.

"Brother Guang."

Chu Sheng's fat face was filled with indignation: "Why should I?"

"Old Jia can get 20,000, but what about this humble monk?"

"With my honed martial arts skills, I could shatter a zombie's skull with a single blow from a porcelain cup."

"Once we reach that haunted place, it will all depend on this humble monk's physical rituals to deliver the spirits!"

Yang Guang glanced at him lazily: "You?"

"If you follow me, I'll have meat to eat and wine to drink, and I can even get a free abalone and lobster meal later."

Be content.

Upon hearing the words "abalone and lobster," Chu Sheng's 250-pound fat body immediately trembled, and his beady eyes lit up.

"Amitabha."

The fat monk immediately swallowed his resentment, put his hands together and said with a devout expression, "What you say is absolutely right, benefactor."

"This humble monk is a monk, and all worldly desires are emptied."

"You must not become attached to money."

"Abalone and lobster are all you need."

Yang Guang: "..."

So you've emptied your mind of all four elements, but all you're empty inside is your stomach?

"Woof!"

Even the simpleton who was squatting on the ground shaking off the mud wasn't happy about it.

Its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, darted back and forth, glancing at Jia Youcai who was taking the money, then at Chu Sheng who had promised lobsters, before finally leaping to Yang Guang's side and frantically rubbing against his trouser leg.

The meaning was very obvious.

Father Yang!

Fat guys have lobsters, old men have money, so what about me, Dog Grandpa?

I, Dog Lord, am a key figure capable of swallowing a Kumanthong whole!

Yang Guang looked down at the greedy, foolish dog and slapped it on the head.

"roll!"

Jiang Siyu couldn't help but laugh when she saw them all looking disheveled but still joking with each other.

"Alright, alright."

She raised her hand to suppress her laughter: "Let's eat and chat later."

"I've booked a hotel for you. Go and freshen up first."

"I've had someone buy you clothes; you can change into them later."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's 250-pound fat immediately stood up.

He held the large porcelain cup, his beady eyes shining: "Amitabha!"

"Benefactor Jiang is truly a Dharma protector of our Buddhist community!"

Jia Youcai joined in, his deeply lined old face beaming with smiles, rubbing his thin, dry hands together: "Oh, my good girl."

"A kind heart will naturally be blessed by Heaven!"

"With your keen insight and meticulous attention to detail, if you don't become rich, who will?"

"You're destined to be rich!"

Yang Guang, standing beside her, also looked at Jiang Siyu in astonishment.

This rich woman is really meticulous in her work.

Not only are meals provided, but also accommodation and even clothing are arranged clearly.

He immediately grinned, rubbing his hands together as he leaned closer: "As expected, it's you, Sister Fortune, who can make me rich."

"With your insight and cunning, it would be truly an injustice if you didn't become rich."

Chu Sheng nodded earnestly, clasping his hands together: "Buddha said, Brother Guang is right."

"..."

Jiang Siyu was amused by their flattery and rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Alright, alright, stop trying to sweet-talk me."

"The car is downstairs, hurry up and go wash up."

"They all smell so bad that I can hardly stay in my office anymore."

A group of people went downstairs in high spirits.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I took a refreshing hot shower and changed into the new clothes that Jiang Siyu had asked me to buy.

She looked radiant and felt incredibly comfortable all over...