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

The loud ringtone of that extremely amateurish square dance music echoed through the empty cafeteria.

This startled Chu Sheng, who was picking his teeth nearby.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, isn't your ringtone a bit too down-to-earth?"

Chu Sheng touched his bald head, speechless.

Yang Guang completely ignored him.

He casually pulled out a secondhand smartphone with three cracks in its screen.

I didn't think much of it.

He didn't even bother to glance at the caller ID, just swiped his finger to answer and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello!"

"Who is it?"

"I don't have money to buy a house, I'm not considering insurance, and I'd rather not take out a loan. I don't even drink tea."

"If you're trying to scam me, please change your number. I only have 2.5 yuan in my WeChat account right now. I'm practically a protected member of the extremely poor, the kind of person even scammers would cry over."

Yang Guang executed a series of counter-fraud moves with exceptional skill.

They completely blocked the other party's path.

But there was no response on the other end of the phone.

There was only a very faint "buzzing" electrical sound.

It's like the static from an old-fashioned radio when the signal is bad—hollow and silent.

Not only that.

The simpleton under the table suddenly stopped hiccuping, his heterochromatic eyes—one gold and one blue—widened in shock as he stared intently at Yang Guang's phone.

"Woof!"

Chu Sheng also put down the toothpick in his hand, dropped his previous playful expression, and leaned forward slightly with his 250-pound body.

They both sensed that something was wrong.

What's leaking from the receiver isn't some ordinary electromagnetic interference at all.

Instead, it was an extremely cold and chilling aura!

It's like someone blowing a cold wind into your ear in the dead of winter, making your scalp tingle involuntarily.

Yang Guang fed him a few times.

Apart from the chilling crackling of static on the other end of the phone, no one spoke.

This immediately made Yang Guang frown.

He snapped irritably, "Are you kidding me?"

"Why are you pretending to be so profound?"

"If you don't say anything, I'm hanging up!"

Done.

Yang Guang's finger was about to press the red hang-up button on the screen.

Who has time to listen to static ASMR after just eating?

however.

Right at that moment!

A chilling voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"Help...help me..."

The sound came out.

Yang Guang's hand holding the phone suddenly stopped!

The voice sounded extremely weak and hoarse, as if the vocal cords had been severely sanded.

There was even an extremely chilling feeling.

Even more deadly is...

That sound definitely wasn't made by a living person!

A living person speaks through chest resonance and airflow, but this voice was flat and hollow, as if it were seeping directly from some extremely deep underground ice cellar.

Even the temperature of the surrounding air dropped several degrees.

Yang Guang's expression changed instantly.

The body that was lazily slumped in the chair suddenly sat up straight!

Those eyes, which had originally exuded a greedy and silly air, became extremely deep and cold at this moment.

The aura of the last Celestial Master burst forth instantly!

We've got a job!

And the job actually came to us on our own!

This is a fantastic opportunity to accumulate merit!

"Who are you?"

"Where?"

Yang Guang asked in an extremely cold tone.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable aura of a celestial master, traveling directly through the radio waves.

The voice on the other end of the phone visibly flinched.

Followed by.

The voice became extremely fearful and hysterical!

It was as if he had remembered something extremely terrifying.

"I have no idea……"

"I don't know where I am..."

The other person's voice trembled violently, and they spoke incoherently: "It's so dark..."

"It's so dark around... I can't see anything..."

"It's so cold... so cold it chills you to the bone..."

The despair in that voice was overwhelming, as if it would vanish completely into the darkness at any moment: "I'm so scared..."

"I don't know who to ask for help..."

"I can't see anything, I can only fumble around on the phone's keypad in the dark, all I want to do is call for help..."

"But no one answered..."

"I don't know how many calls I made... it was all busy signals, they couldn't hear me..."

"Finally got through..."

The person on the other end became increasingly agitated; you could feel their near-hysterical rage even through the phone.

"Help me!"

"Please, please save me!!!"

In the end, the sound turned into an extremely piercing scream!

It was so piercing it made my eardrums hurt!

If an ordinary person answered this call, they would probably be so scared that they would throw their phone away.

But Yang Guang is the judge of the human world!

I've seen all sorts of storms and waves.

"Amitabha!"

Chu Sheng, who was standing next to Yang Guang, leaned in, his 250-pound bald head almost touching Yang Guang's face.

He lowered his voice and muttered, "Brother Guang, something's not right."

"Judging from that voice, the person is still delirious. This is definitely a wronged soul who died unjustly, and it hasn't been dead long enough to even realize it's a ghost!"

Er Lengzi, who was hiding under the table, also stood up.

The dog brought its nose close to the phone and sniffed it very hard.

A thick, authentic Northeastern accent wafted out: "Father Yang!"

"This tastes wrong!"

"The eerie atmosphere emanating from this phone is mixed with the stench of dead earth!"

"That poor guy must be locked in some extremely cramped place, he doesn't even have time to breathe!"

Just then, a wisp of black smoke drifted out of Yang Guang's pocket.

It was none other than that extremely lecherous old devil, Zhou Laoliu!

This old guy just never stops getting involved in the fun.

He rubbed his hands together in an extremely lewd manner, then leaned closer and said, "Master Celestial, I'm an expert in this business!"

"Judging by how weak he is, he's definitely a new ghost!"

"They're not even skilled in dream-telling; they can only rely on their ghostly energy to randomly dial phone numbers."

Yang Guang slapped Zhou Laoliu's grotesque face aside with utter disgust.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Go back to your talisman and stay there. When you have nothing to do, teach that damn thing inside how to pick up girls."

"Don't delay me from taking orders!"

"Got it!"

"Teach them well!"

Zhou Laoliu, looking aggrieved, shrank back into a ball of black smoke.

Yang Guang took a deep breath.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Damn it!

I know nothing when asked!

I don't know who I am, or where I am.

You think you can just send me to rescue you like that?

I'm a Taoist priest, not a Beidou satellite navigation system!

How am I supposed to get through to someone and beat them up if you don't give me an address...?

Oh no!

Let's save them!

But Yang Guang still managed to suppress the urge to curse, and his tone remained relatively patient.

"Quiet!"

Yang Guang shouted into the phone.

The low shout, imbued with the Taoist master's spiritual power, instantly silenced the cries from the other end of the phone.

"Don't get agitated."

"Take a deep breath!"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you weren't breathing."

"Calm down, let's take it one step at a time."

"Since you don't know where you are, tell me first, what's your name?"

"Only if I know who you are can I help you settle this matter."