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

A dozen or so yellow talismans exploded one after another on Da Zhuang's body, like a Gatling gun firing without any martial ethics.

The commotion was as loud and spectacular as setting off firecrackers during Chinese New Year and throwing them into a septic tank.

Before Da Zhuang could even think of running away, the ghost was blasted into the air, doing a 360-degree Thomas spin before crashing heavily onto a marble tombstone.

The yin energy emanating from him was like a pressure cooker with a hole, hissing and spewing out wildly.

In that instant.

The group of old ghosts who had been watching the commotion from not far from the cemetery, and who were even preparing to come and learn from the experience, were all dumbfounded.

Blind Li was still holding a paper "cart" in his hand, staring dumbfounded at the spectacular scene of lightning and thunder not far away.

Holy crap!

"May lightning strike the ghost!"

"That bastard Dazhuang must have broken his vow of celibacy again; he'll be struck by lightning!"

Old Wang reacted the fastest, throwing away the paper chess set he was holding and yelling at the top of his lungs, "What kind of thunder is this?!"

"Run!"

"A Taoist priest has come to the cemetery to clean up the mess!"

"Run!"

In a flash.

One second the gravesite was bustling with activity, the next it was completely deserted, not even a single ghost hair remained.

All the wandering ghosts were so frightened that they didn't even recognize their own parents. They turned into wisps of black smoke and frantically burrowed into the ground, not daring to even peek out.

For an instant.

The entire vast cemetery was emptied of all the wandering souls.

In the deserted cemetery, only Dazhuang's piercing, distorted screams echoed through the night sky.

a long time.

The smoke dissipated.

Yu Zixin was panting heavily, still clutching the canvas bag strap tightly in her hand, looking at the stone road in front of her with two shallow craters blasted out.

She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself.

"The talismans the old man taught me in my dream really worked, and their power increased significantly after I got more proficient with them!"

In contrast, consider Dazhuang.

He's not even worthy of the word "horrible" anymore.

It can only be described as a pile of mud.

He lay slumped in front of the tombstone, his slicked-back hair now a mess, and his clothes reduced to rags.

The soul was so ethereal it was almost like a mosaic.

Uncontrollably, it was spewing out large gulps of black, yin energy from its mouth.

He laboriously stretched out his translucent hand, groped around on the ground for a long time, and finally found his two eyeballs, trembling as he stuffed them back into their sockets.

Upon closer inspection...

Where are all the beautiful women in flowing white dresses anymore?

Yu Zixin had long since disappeared.

They probably found it disgusting, so they threw the talisman and left immediately.

Dazhuang lay on the cold stone slab, two lines of clear tears sliding down his cheeks, mingling with the black, eerie aura, creating a truly desolate scene.

Why...?

Dazhuang looked up at the starry sky, his voice trembling with despair: "God..."

"I've already pursued further studies!"

"I've already maximized my emotional value!"

Why are you doing this to me again?

"Isn't it said to be a secondary gift from nature?"

"Why am I being given the same female thunder goddess again?!"

Dazhuang cried loudly, pounding the ground with his hands. His cries were even more aggrieved than those of Dou E.

He even began to completely doubt his own existence.

Didn't Teacher Zhou say that as long as we apply this theory of emotional value, even Sadako would have to lie down obediently?

So how should we explain this situation?

Not only was he not moved, but he didn't even let her finish her sentence, and then he generously gave her a Thunder King Deluxe Package!

Da Zhuang coughed up yin energy as he struggled to crawl out from the ground.

"No!"

"I must find a Taoist master and have him help me get justice!"

Even if it means crawling!

"We'll climb back!"

Dazhuang's climb was incredibly arduous.

It used to only take ten minutes or so to float back.

Now he doesn't even have the strength to float anymore, and can only crawl forward on the ground like a pupa.

He kept cursing the unjust God.

the other side.

Yu Zixin ran out of the cemetery gate in one breath.

Standing on the side of the road, she patted her chest, her heart pounding like a drum.

Actually, she was quite scared just now.

After all, coming to the cemetery to practice in the middle of the night was something she dared to do only after mustering up a great deal of courage.

But to my surprise, I ran into that same old pervert again right away. I guess I'm just incredibly unlucky.

but.

Seeing that the talisman she drew could blow that perverted ghost away, Yu Zixin felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

"It seems..."

Looking at her fingertips stained red with cinnabar, Yu Zixin murmured thoughtfully, "So, I guess I'm practically a member of the Xuanmen sect now?"

She thought for a moment, then took out her phone from her canvas bag. She originally wanted to call Yang Guang to ask about the situation and discuss the drawing of talismans.

But I glanced at the time on the screen.

4:30 a.m.

Yu Zixin promptly shoved the phone back into the phone.

That money-grubber and lunatic is probably dreaming about counting money right now. If I call him now and disturb his peaceful sleep, I'll definitely get a severe scolding.

"never mind."

"Let's talk about it at school tomorrow."

"I don't know if he'll go tomorrow."

Yu Zixin took a deep breath, tightened her coat, and walked quickly towards the streetlight, preparing to hail a taxi home.

At the same time.

old Town.

Inside the Office for the Assistance of the Deceased.

Yang Guang was lying sprawled out on the recliner in the main room, fast asleep.

Sudden.

He sneezed loudly without any warning.

"Achoo!"

Yang Guang rubbed his nose, turned over in a daze, and mumbled some incoherent curses.

"Who's badmouthing me behind my back in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang smacked his lips, pulled the thin blanket around him, and continued to dream of getting rich.

In my dream.

Dazhuang not only exceeded his task, but also brought in a large group of old bachelors who lined up to sign up for classes.

They even contributed ten golden ghost teeth and a large jar of ghost tears.

Yang Guang was holding a large sack, grinning so hard his back teeth were showing.

"We're rich! We're rich! Villas by the sea, a row of luxury cars..."

And on the street outside.

Dazhuang was still miserably crawling towards the agency.

As it climbed, it puffed out large amounts of black smoke.

If this happened to a sanitation worker who sweeps the streets from dawn till dusk, it would probably give her a heart attack.

Fortunately, there wasn't a single stray dog ​​in the suburbs at this late hour.

Dazhuang just kept climbing and climbing.

The little bit of longing for love in my heart has been completely shattered into pieces.

What about being a rich, beautiful, and successful woman? What about reaching the pinnacle of ghostly life?

Screw emotional values!

What's wrong with being single?

No need to get struck by lightning for no reason, no need to search the ground for your fallen eyeballs!

Isn't it nice to play two games of dark chess with those old fogies every night?

Looking at the faint streetlights in the distance, Dazhuang finally understood a profound truth.

That female thunder god is my formidable enemy in this ghostly life!

The Celestial Master must be made to eliminate her!