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

Jia Youcai made a last-ditch effort, his voice barely audible: "No...it shouldn't be like this, right?"

"Amitabha."

At this moment, Chu Sheng in the back seat got excited and tapped the back of Jia Youcai's seat with his large porcelain cup.

"Master Jia, this humble monk thinks Brother Guang's words make perfect sense."

"You've received this windfall today. If you don't share some of it to make a good connection, this money will easily become a burden."

Chu Sheng swallowed hard. "This humble monk won't ask for much. Just give me twenty skewers of lamb, thirty skewers of grilled kidneys, and two plates of grilled chives."

"Woof woof woof!"

Even the simpleton huddled in the corner chimed in with a couple of shouts.

He was clearly protesting the theft of his wife's dowry and demanding compensation from Jia Youcai.

It seems this matter is not going to end well today!

Jia Youcai wanted to cry but had no tears.

He touched the still-warm red envelope in his pocket with trembling hands, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

"Dada dada!"

Jia Youcai gritted his teeth, as if he had made some enormous decision.

"My treat!"

"I'm going all out today, okay? I'll treat you all!"

Jia Youcai slammed on the gas pedal: "But let's make this clear first, you can only eat at roadside stalls, the kind with open-air food stalls!"

"If they dare order anything expensive, I'll just lie down on the ground and pretend to be injured!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang immediately patted Jia Youcai on the shoulder with a bright, radiant smile.

"light and spacious!"

"Old Jia really broadened his horizons today!"

"rest assured."

"We're honest people, we definitely won't rip you off."

Yang Guang turned and shouted to the back seat, "Fatty, Er Lengzi, don't hold back later."

"Eat as much as you want, especially the meat!"

"Today, let Master Jia know what the harsh realities of society are like!"

in the night.

The pink old man's car roared to life.

Carrying a car full of joyful people and dogs, as well as an old man wearing a mask of pain with a bleeding heart, they sped towards the most popular barbecue stall on the street corner.

This riverside path leading to the old street in the south of the city is usually deserted by midnight.

Several streetlights were also broken.

The old man's car clattered and rattled as he danced the Yangko on the bumpy road.

Jia Youcai gripped the steering wheel with both hands, feeling the pinch of the meal expenses to come, while muttering to himself.

"I, Daoist, have truly committed a terrible sin."

"I stood guard all night and ended up having to pay you all to have barbecue."

"You guys better watch what you eat later. Meat is fine, but don't order any grilled seafood, my heart can't take it."

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed, humming a little tune: "Don't worry, Lao Jia, do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't know how to care for others?"

"Ten large kidneys each, isn't that a bit much?"

Chu Sheng, sitting in the back seat, rubbed his bald head and chimed in, "Amitabha, this humble monk does not lie. Twenty kidneys as a minimum, plus two plates of oysters to replenish my energy."

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi also joined in the clamor, indicating that he wanted a roasted lamb leg.

Just when the atmosphere inside the car was incredibly peaceful.

The headlights of the old man's car flashed twice, casting a dim yellow light on the roadside not far ahead.

In that dark place where there were no streetlights.

A figure was standing there!

With disheveled hair.

He was wearing a bright red dress, as red as blood.

He stood there with his head down, under a large willow tree by the roadside.

This scene in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere is absolutely terrifying!

Holy crap!

Old man Jia Youcai trembled with fear.

He slammed on the brakes and almost stomped on the car.

The old man's motorcycle made a screeching sound as it glided along the road.

"What's wrong, Lao Jia?"

Yang Guang turned his head, annoyed: "Saw your ex-girlfriend?"

Jia Youcai's teeth chattered as he pointed to the roadside ahead: "Brother...brother!"

"A female ghost!"

"A female ghost in red!"

Jia Youcai's voice was distorted.

Although he was a swindler and conman, he knew what level of existence the red-clothed ghost was.

That's a deadly living ancestor!

however.

Follow Jia Youcai's finger and look over there.

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly!

The light emanating from those greedy eyes was even brighter than the headlights of the old man's car.

It wasn't just Yang Guang.

Chu Sheng, sitting in the back seat, grabbed the large porcelain cup engraved with golden Sanskrit characters.

The fat on his face squished up excitedly.

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Guang, we've got a big job coming up!"

"That red-clad female ghost is quite resentful; it'll definitely cost extra to perform a ritual to send her to the afterlife!"

Even the simpleton huddled in the corner stared wide-eyed, his one gold and one blue heterochromatic eyes widening.

The dog was drooling.

Er Lengzi had one front paw pressed on the bell containing Xiao Heizi, almost as if he was about to unleash this foolish underworld messenger to wreak havoc.

Yang Guang stroked his chin, smacked his lips, and looked at the woman in red by the roadside.

He's definitely a promising talent.

If we could extract the ghost tears and ghost fangs from her body, wouldn't that be another huge income?

but.

Yang Guang did not get out of the car immediately, but instead a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He patted Jia Youcai on the shoulder and said nonchalantly, "Old Jia, what's the rush?"

"Ignore her and keep driving."

"what?"

Jia Youcai froze, staring at Yang Guang in disbelief: "No, brother, this is a red-clothed vengeful ghost!"

"Are you sure you're just going to leave it like this?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to go downstairs and strike up a conversation with her, ask if she wants to add you on WeChat?"

"Stop dawdling, step on the gas and go!"

After hearing this, Jia Youcai swallowed hard.

But then he thought about it again.

Yup!

Why the hell am I panicking!

What kind of deities are sitting in this broken-down car now?

A last Celestial Master who also runs a funeral parlor.

A fat monk who can smash ghosts with a large porcelain cup.

There's also a silly husky that always has a bodyguard from the underworld!

Am I fucking scared of a female ghost in red?

She should be the one who's afraid!

Thinking of this.

The fear in Jia Youcai's heart vanished instantly, and he straightened his back.

He slammed his foot on the gas pedal.

"Alright!"

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything today!"

The pink old man's car spewed out a thick plume of smoke, accompanied by a series of clanging noises, and whistled past the woman in red.

As he passed by, Yang Guang even rolled down his car window and whistled at the female ghost by the roadside: "Hey beautiful, be careful dressed so brightly in the middle of the night!"

The old man's car continued to travel on the quiet road.

The atmosphere in the car became lively again.

Chu Sheng rubbed his stomach and urged, "Master Jia, can you drive this beat-up car a little faster? This humble monk is so hungry I'm about to hallucinate."

Jia Youcai smugly turned the steering wheel: "Don't rush, Fatty, just turn the corner ahead and we'll be there soon!"

Ten minutes later.

As Jia Youcai drove, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He stepped on the brakes and slowed the car down.

His old eyes darted around, watching the road sign ahead and the few crooked trees beside it.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

Yang Guang asked, "What's wrong, Lao Jia?"

"Lost?"

Jia Youcai's voice trembled as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Brother...brother..."

"This road...we seem to have just walked it!"

"Look at that willow tree over there, and that crooked speed limit sign!"

"This is the place we passed by just ten minutes ago!"

A ghost wall!