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

It was accompanied by a sonic boom.

Followed by.

The half of its head, hanging upside down, was struck by something heavy, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

It flew out with a "whoosh"!

next second.

A large, smooth porcelain cup, engraved with golden Sanskrit characters, smashed half of the wooden door with tremendous force.

Then.

A loud, aggressive DJ track exploded in the air above No. 44 Changqing Lane.

"I drink alone and get drunk!"

A chubby face squeezed through the crack in the door, and Chu Sheng called out to those below, "Amitabha!"

"Don't be afraid, my dear girl!"

"Brother Guang has brought a physical ritual for the deceased!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Yu Zixin's eyes reddened, and her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

That lunatic.

finally come!

Followed by.

Yu Zixin then heard a piercing scream coming from outside.

The scream had an ethereal echo, as if it had been forcibly pulled from the depths of the netherworld.

Any normal person would probably be scared to death if they heard such screams in broad daylight.

She even fainted on the spot from fright.

However, Yu Zixin is no longer an ordinary person. After all, she used a thunder talisman to blow up a pervert in the cemetery last night, so she has a skill to rely on.

Hearing the noise, Yu Zixin took a deep breath and turned to look at Chen Xiaoya, who was lying next to the sauerkraut jar.

He reached out and checked her breath.

They breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she had only fainted from fright and had no other problems.

The screams outside continued, growing louder and louder with each one.

There was even a hint of grievance in her voice?

Yu Zixin gritted her teeth, stuffed the crumpled yellow talisman into her pocket, and carefully crawled out of the cellar through the hole in the wooden ladder.

but.

When she crawled out of the cellar, covered in dust and dirt, and saw what was happening in the main room,

He was completely stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

All they saw was the red-clad monster who had forced them into the cellar, frightened Chen Xiaoya so much that she fainted on the spot, and whose hair was disheveled and half of her face was rotting.

At this moment, Yang Guang and Chu Sheng were pressing him down on the ground, one on each side, and grinding him into the ground.

It is truly friction in a purely physical sense.

Yang Guang stepped on the back of the red-clothed monster, holding a broken broom handle that he had somehow acquired.

He swung his arm and gave the monster a good beating on the buttocks.

"You little punk, you're pretty arrogant!"

"How dare you scare my eldest daughter!"

"You bastard, don't you even bother to find out who's protecting this Fengdu area?"

"You have to interfere even when my eldest daughter asks for leave? Are you the dean of students?!"

"Snapped!"

The broom handle struck the red-clad monster, producing a crisp sound and wisps of black smoke.

On the other side...

Chu Sheng's behavior was even more outrageous.

The fat man rode directly on the red-clothed monster's neck, his 250-pound weight pressing down on the monster so much that it couldn't even lift its head.

He pressed down on the monster's head with his left hand, while holding up the large porcelain cup engraved with golden Sanskrit characters in his right.

There are still words in his mouth.

"Amitabha!"

"My benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless; turn back and you will find the shore!"

"Take this from the humble monk, the Great Heavenly Dragon Physical Demon-Subduing Cup!"

"Bang!"

The large porcelain cup slammed heavily onto the red-clad monster's forehead.

"Aww..."

The monster let out a shrill scream, and the yin energy on its head was smashed away.

Still not satisfied, Chu Sheng deftly pulled out the small speaker with his other hand and turned it on with one hand.

The red, yellow, blue, and green ambient lights instantly flickered in the dimly lit main room.

The deafening DJ music started playing again.

"Blade! Slay the Snowwing Eagle in fury!"

"Mountains! Soaring majestically into the clouds!"

"Follow this humble monk's lead and head to the Western Paradise to report for duty!"

"Bang!"

Another heavy blow to the porcelain cup.

The red-clad monster was beaten and writhed wildly on the ground. Its once terrifying, pure black, dead fish eyes were now filled with tears of frustration.

"Stop hitting him!"

The red-clad monster's voice was hoarse, trembling with a sob as it wailed, "I'm a ghost!"

"Don't I have any pride?"

Yang Guang stopped waving the broom, rolled his eyes, and kicked it in the lower back again.

"You still know you're a ghost?"

"What's wrong with the ghost?"

"Does that mean ghosts can trespass on private property without permission?"

Do you even understand the law?

Do you even know what constitutes an invasion of privacy?

Yang Guang pointed at the monster on the ground and righteously rebuked it, "Besides, you're so ugly, it's wrong of you to come out and scare people!"

What if I scare the flowers and plants?

"You've terrified the future of our nation; can you afford to compensate for the emotional distress?"

The red-clad monster trembled with rage, emanating a chilling aura, but was pinned down by Chu Sheng and unable to move.

It roared in despair, "Let me tell you, I am a vengeful ghost sent to claim your lives!"

"Can't you at least show some respect for my profession?!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's fat face twitched twice, and he raised his large porcelain cup: "Amitabha, so he's a murderer after all!"

"Then this humble monk cannot keep you any longer!"

"Prepare to die!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The large porcelain cup was smashed repeatedly on the red-clothed monster's head like a pestle, until it couldn't even scream anymore.

Yu Zixin stood at the entrance of the cellar, staring blankly at the scene.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

She originally thought that Yang Guang's rescue would be a thrilling battle of magic, a duel between the mystical sects with talismans flying everywhere and golden light flashing.

result.

What the hell is this gangland brawl?

This is not just a physical ritual for the deceased; it's practically a one-sided street brawl!

That red-clad monster who had just been so terrifying, driving them to the brink of despair.

Now he's like a pitiful bullied wretch, trembling on the ground, unable to utter a single harsh word.

Yang Guang turned his head and saw Yu Zixin standing at the entrance of the cellar.

He casually tossed the broom handle, which had broken in two, dusted off his hands, and walked over with a smile.

"Hey, young lady, are you alright?"

Yang Guang looked Yu Zixin up and down, and seeing that she was all right, he was relieved.

Yu Zixin's face darkened when she heard this address.

"Yang Guang!"

"Could you please stop calling me 'eldest daughter'?"

Yu Zixin gritted her teeth: "I'm the same age as you, I'm even two months older!"

Yang Guang waved his hand, looking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"That won't do; the generational order can't be messed up."

"Your father entrusted you to me himself; that's what they mean by 'once a father, always a father'!"

"We'll see."

"If I, as your father, hadn't arrived in time, you'd probably be downstairs playing cards with your dad right now."

Yu Zixin was furious.

This guy's insane!

They can kill a conversation no matter what!

"Xiaoya is still dizzy downstairs!"

Yu Zixin pointed to the cellar: "And Chen Xiaoya's parents..."

Yu Zixin turned her head to look at the center of the main room.

The two men lay in pools of blood, their faces drained of color, a truly horrifying sight.

Yang Guang followed her gaze, his smile faded, and his eyes became serious.

He walked up to the two men, squatted down, and examined them closely.

Fortunately.

He was only injured, but there is still hope.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, young lady! Call 120 right now!"

"These two are still breathing!"

"Really...really?"