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

Yu Zixin's previously gloomy eyes instantly lit up, and the despair on her face was replaced by joy.

"Would your father joke about human lives?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and urged, "Hurry up!"

"If we're any later, we'll probably have to queue up at the Bridge of Helplessness in the underworld for a lottery!"

Yu Zixin, forgetting about arguing, hurriedly pulled out her phone and dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance with trembling hands.

at the same time.

Chu Sheng was still riding on the red-clothed monster's neck.

This guy pulled out an apple from somewhere, and while eating it, he tapped the monster's head with that large porcelain cup, like he was tapping a wooden fish.

"Benefactor, this is what is meant by 'good and evil will be rewarded in the end,' and 'the way of heaven is just a cycle of reincarnation.'"

"Don't believe me? Look up and see who Brother Guang has ever spared!"

The red-clad monster was beaten black and blue, lying on the ground whimpering.

The half-rotten face was pressed against the cold floor tiles, looking as pitiful as could be.

Where is even a trace of that terrifying ghostly aura from before?

They are practically left-behind children who have suffered from school bullying.

Yu Zixin hung up the phone and looked at the outrageous scene in the main room.

She swallowed hard, pointed at the red-clad monster still convulsing on the ground, and couldn't help but ask, "Yang Guang, what about it?"

"How do we deal with it?"

"Just leave it like this?"

Yang Guang waved his hand, then sat down in a fairly intact armchair with an air of nonchalance, crossing his legs.

"You don't need to worry about this. Leave the professional stuff to the professionals."

"Leave this to us. You hurry up and go with the ambulance to take Chen Xiaoya and her family to the hospital and get them settled."

"We'll come to the hospital to see you after we've finished cleaning up here."

Hearing Yang Guang's assurance, Yu Zixin felt reassured.

She nodded emphatically.

Although Yang Guang usually seems unreliable and always talks about wanting to be her father, he is always the most reliable guy when it matters.

"Then be careful."

Yu Zixin gave a word of advice and then quickly turned around to go to the cellar entrance to take care of the unconscious Chen Xiaoya.

As soon as Yu Zixin left, Yang Guang immediately dropped his nonchalant expression.

He got up and walked over to Chu Sheng, then kicked the red-clad monster under Chu Sheng's buttocks.

"Stop pretending to be dead, get up and explain yourself."

The red-clad monster raised its head with a pitiful expression, its pure black, dead-fish eyes filled with terror: "Heavens... Celestial Master, what did I confess?"

"Tell me who designed this awful look for you!"

Yang Guang snapped, "You're so ugly, yet you come out here scaring people! You've frightened my eldest daughter! Can you afford to compensate me?"

"no……"

The monster in red was on the verge of a breakdown: "I was run over by a car when I died, what can I do?"

"I want to be a handsome male ghost too!"

Yang Guang glared at him: "You dare talk back?"

"Fatty, get the weapons!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he raised his large porcelain cup high: "Amitabha! This humble monk will give you a physical plastic surgery right now!"

"No, no, no!"

The red-clad monster screamed in terror and quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong!"

"I will never do it again."

"never mind."

"This isn't the place to deal with you. Let's talk somewhere else later!"

Yang Guang took out a blank yellow talisman from his pocket, bit his fingertip, and drew a talisman to suppress evil and collect souls in a flamboyant manner.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

Without any hesitation, Guang slapped the yellow talisman onto the red-clothed monster's forehead.

With a short scream, the red-clothed monster's body instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke and was directly sucked into the yellow talisman.

Yang Guang folded the yellow talisman into a triangle, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and patted it twice.

Ten minutes later.

The piercing sirens of police cars and the wailing of ambulances rang out from outside the alley.

Red and blue flashing police lights alternated back and forth at the narrow intersection of Changqing Lane.

Several medical staff in white coats rushed in carrying a stretcher and quickly lifted Chen Xiaoya's parents, who were lying in a pool of blood, onto it.

Yu Zixin and two other nurses supported the still unconscious Chen Xiaoya and hurriedly followed the ambulance away.

The ambulance had just left.

Several fully armed criminal police officers then set up a cordon.

This time, the team leader wasn't Lin Yue, that stubborn and violent policewoman, but a middle-aged police officer with a buzz cut who looked very capable.

Zhang Hu, deputy captain of the criminal investigation team.

Zhang Hu had worked on several cases with Lin Yue before, and naturally he had experienced Yang Guang's supernatural methods firsthand.

Zhang Hu strode into the main room, his face initially serious, ready to face a fierce battle.

Then I looked up.

Then I saw Yang Guang sitting in a grand chair with his legs crossed.

Standing next to him was a fat monk with a face full of scars, holding a large porcelain cup, playing a low-decibel DJ version of the "Great Compassion Mantra" on a small speaker.

Zhang Hu was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face instantly became quite interesting.

"Oh?"

Zhang Hu stepped forward with some surprise and greeted him, "Master Yang?"

"What are you doing here?"

Yang Guang saw that it was an acquaintance and didn't put on airs.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and said with a grin, "Are you leading the team today?"

"Where's that shrew Lin Yue?"

Hearing Yang Guang address Lin Yue, Zhang Hu's lips twitched.

Looking across the entire Fengdu Police Station, the only person who would dare call Lin Yue a "tigress" is probably this young master in front of me.

"Team Leader Lin went to a meeting in the city, this area is under my jurisdiction."

Zhang Hu glanced at the large pool of blood on the ground and frowned: "What's going on here?"

"Home invasion robbery or revenge killing?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, pulled the yellow talisman folded into a triangle from his pocket, and waved it in front of Zhang Hu.

"What a load of rubbish, a robbery!"

"This is a typical case of attempted harm caused by a vengeful ghost."

"That thing was not only ugly, but it also broke into my house illegally and almost killed my eldest daughter's classmate."

Zhang Hu was stunned.

He glanced at the yellow talisman in Yang Guang's hand, then at the traces of the battle on the ground.

"A vengeful ghost?"

Zhang Hu swallowed hard. "Then...where's the ghost?"

Yang Guang patted his pocket and said matter-of-factly, "It's in my pocket."

"I've accepted them all."

"Go back and write your own case report. Just say it was an accident or a gas leak or something. Just make it look like a lie."

Zhang Hu's mouth twitched violently.

Can't you at least show some consideration for others when you speak?

Zhang Hu coughed lightly and said, "Well, Master Yang, I'll get back to work now."

"Okay!"

Zhang Hu led his team away, the sound of sirens fading into the distance until they disappeared completely at the end of Changqing Lane.

Yang Guang stood in the dilapidated courtyard of No. 44 Changqing Lane, and suddenly slumped down on the armchair he had just been sitting in.

His face turned deathly pale instantly. He clutched his left chest tightly with one hand, his features contorted in pain as he gasped for breath.

Chu Sheng was carrying the large porcelain cup around the main room, checking to see if there was any lingering yin energy.

When he turned around, he saw Yang Guang looking half-dead.

The 250-pound piece of fat shuddered and ran over in fright.

"Brother Guang!"

"Brother Guang, what's wrong?"