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

Jia Youcai clutched a broken wooden sword he had somehow acquired, his shifty eyes scanning the surroundings.

Jiang Siyu and Donut were the last to get off the bus, their arms linked together, looking somewhat nervous.

As for Er Lengzi, wearing that extremely eye-catching red cheongsam vest, he started wagging his tail excitedly as soon as he landed.

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi's heterochromatic eyes gleamed, as if he could already smell the aroma of "midnight snacks".

Yang Guang slapped Er Lengzi on the head: "Shut up!"

"Don't alert the enemy."

By this time, it was completely dark.

This abandoned sanatorium was built halfway up a mountain, in a desolate place without even a street lamp.

A night breeze blew, and the surrounding weeds rustled.

desolate.

Dead silence.

The dilapidated buildings of the sanatorium, in the darkness of the night, resembled lurking beasts, their dark mouths gaping open, waiting for their prey to come to them.

The atmosphere of terror was instantly heightened.

Jia Youcai's calves visibly trembled.

He moved closer to Yang Guang and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother, this place doesn't look very auspicious."

"How about I stand guard outside for you guys?"

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways: "You don't want the 20,000?"

Jia Youcai straightened his back and declared, "It is my duty, as a Taoist priest, to vanquish demons and monsters!"

The speed at which he changed his expression stunned Jiang Siyu, who was standing next to him.

Just at this time.

A "click" sound.

A blinding fill light shone in the darkness.

Yang Guang turned his head and was almost speechless with shock.

The girl with the donut had not only set up the handheld gimbal, but had also somehow managed to pull out a portable fill light and attach it to her phone.

The camera was pointed at her, and Donut's pretty face immediately filled with a professional smile.

Hello family!

"Your daredevil donut is back!"

"Tonight, we'll continue our exploration of this sanatorium in the west of the city, which has been abandoned for over a decade!"

"I heard there's a dripping, black-faced imp inside! Everyone, let's give him some gifts and go in right away!"

Yang Guang stared in disbelief at the scene.

Good guy!

He truly lives up to his reputation as a professional at courting death!

Just a moment ago, I was crying my eyes out in the office, but as soon as I got to the scene, my professional skills instantly came online.

The way he shifts between emotions, the way he's so photogenic—it would be a waste not to win an Oscar.

Yang Guang watched as the number of viewers and gift effects in the Donut live stream skyrocketed.

I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

This is practically risking one's life for money!

really.

High risk can lead to high returns.

Yang Guang sidled up to Jiang Siyu, pointed at the donut, and complained, "Rich lady, are all the employees in your company this mentally strong?"

Jiang Siyu looked at the donuts working so hard and sighed helplessly.

"She's not usually this bold."

"He probably thinks he's got the talisman you drew in his pocket today, and he's got the power to back up his sleeve again."

Yang Guang touched his chin.

This girl is really bold.

But that's alright.

With her drawing fire ahead, that old bastard hiding inside will have to show himself sooner or later.

Yang Guang composed himself and turned his gaze back to the abandoned sanatorium.

The last Celestial Master's instincts made him instantly realize that something was wrong with this place.

An extremely yin place!

The sanatorium was built against the mountain, with a sheer cliff behind it, completely blocking out the moonlight.

Ahead, a dry riverbed cuts the river in half, creating a natural "trapped dragon" situation.

Yin energy only enters and does not exit.

Not a trace of yang energy was touched.

Even if it weren't for Taikun's grandson messing around with Kumanthong in this kind of place.

That would also be a perfect place for wandering ghosts to have a party.

Absolutely a cursed place!

Chu Sheng stopped hiccuping. He touched his bald forehead, and his expression became serious.

"Brother Guang, this place is a bit eerie."

"This porcelain cup of mine feels a little cold."

Yang Guang sneered: "How could it not be sinister?"

"In this kind of bad feng shui, the souls of those who die inside cannot even be taken away by the underworld officials; they are all trapped inside."

"Let's go."

"Let's go in and meet our 'old friends'."

Yang Guang put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and strode toward the large iron gate.

The lock on the large iron gate had long been rusted. When Yang Guang gently pushed it, a creaking sound echoed in the night, sending chills down one's spine.

As soon as I stepped into the yard.

A chilling wind swept over us.

Jiang Siyu shivered suddenly and instinctively grabbed Yang Guang's clothes.

"Yang Guang, why is the wind so cold?"

Yang Guang replied without turning his head, "Of course it's cold."

"There's an old man standing in front of you with half a head missing, smiling at you."

"what!"

Jiang Siyu was so frightened that she turned pale and shrank behind Yang Guang, closing her eyes tightly.

Yang Guang pursed his lips: "Just kidding."

"Rich lady, you're really brave to come here to investigate ghosts?"

Jiang Siyu opened her eyes and found nothing in front of her. She was so angry that she pinched Yang Guang hard on the back.

"Why do you have such a sharp tongue!"

This happened at this time.

The person in front of them, holding their phone, excitedly walked into the building.

She walked along while reading the comments on the screen.

"Thanks to 'Top Ranker Takes You Flying' for the giant rocket!"

"My brother said he wanted to see the abandoned operating room on the second floor?"

"no problem!"

"Sweetie, I'll take Big Brother up there to have a look. Today, our main focus is on excitement!"

Yang Guang quickly took two steps to catch up: "Hey, slow down."

"It's dark here, don't step into a hole."

They walked into the lobby on the first floor.

The beam of the flashlight swept across the mottled wall, the peeling paint resembling festering faces.

A strong musty smell permeated the air.

The ground was covered with broken glass and discarded medical equipment.

Jia Youcai, walking at the very back, was pressed tightly against Chu Sheng's 250-pound fat.

"Hey Fatty, does your big porcelain cup work?"

"Why do I feel a chill running down the back of my neck?"

Chu Sheng glared at him: "Old Jia, stop cursing this poor monk."

"This is a blessed ritual implement; one sip from this porcelain cup and even zombies will have to call it 'Dad.'"

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi suddenly let out a low growl from the front.

Its heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the dark corridor at the end of the hall.

The dog hair all stood on end.

This Northeastern dog may seem silly and foolish at times, but he's more perceptive than anyone else when it comes to these sinister things.

"Father Yang!"

The simpleton mumbled indistinctly, "There's something inside, and it smells amazing!"

Yang Guang's eyes sharpened.

It seems the real culprit is inside.

He raised his hand to stop the donut from continuing forward.

Stop.

"Turn off the fill light, it's too bright."

Donut was taken aback, but still obediently turned off the fill light.

"What's wrong, Yang Guang?"

Yang Guang did not answer, but instead took out a yellow talisman from his pocket.

My finger trembled.

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted in mid-air with a "bang" without any flame.

The orange-red flames instantly illuminated the surrounding area, which spanned several meters.

By the light of the fire.

Jiang Siyu and the donut gasped in shock...