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

Yang Guang picked at his ear, completely ignoring her explanation.

He's heard that same line so many times he's sick of it.

Yang Guang interrupted her impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense to me."

"My time is precious; it's worth hundreds of thousands per minute."

"Come."

"Tell me about what you're doing in the middle of the night, playing tricks like ghosts, climbing through car windows, and blasting the air conditioning."

"Are you trying to kill me, or what?"

The female ghost waved her hands frantically, "No, no!"

"The Celestial Master is truly wise!"

"I really didn't mean to kill anyone. I... I just had been in this desolate place for too long and wanted to go into the city for a while."

In a moment of quick thinking, the female ghost braced herself and began to make up a story: "I saw you driving by, and I just wanted to hitch a ride to get a taxi into the city!"

"I really didn't mean anything by it!"

Hearing this lame excuse, Jia Youcai outside the car rolled his eyes.

"Take a taxi?"

Jia Youcai cursed, "If you're going to take a taxi, sit in the front passenger seat! It's one thing if you sit in the back, but you even asked me if I'm pretty? What kind of taxi company gives you a looks-based rating?"

The female ghost looked aggrieved: "Well... I just wanted to get my fare waived..."

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this.

I was worried about not finding a reason to accept orders, but now they've come to me on their own.

"very good!"

Yang Guang snapped his fingers, his smile brighter than the foxtail grass by the roadside.

"You're taking a taxi into the city, right?"

"Since you've posted this request, I'll take the job!"

The female ghost was stunned for a moment.

What is that?

Commission?

I just made up an excuse on the spot, how did it become a commission?

Before she could react, Yang Guang had already taken out the special jade bottle containing ghost tears and ghost teeth from his pocket and waved it in front of the female ghost.

"Since you're taking a taxi, you have to pay the fare."

"Our funeral service center has always been transparent and fair, treating everyone fairly, young and old."

"Ten drops of ghost tears, one ghost tooth."

"Let's break your teeth now, consider it a deposit. After that, we'll take you into the city right away!"

The female ghost was completely dumbfounded.

Those completely black pupils were filled with shock and bewilderment.

She stared blankly at Yang Guang, her voice trembling, "Deposit... deposit?"

"Breaking teeth?!"

"I'm not a Taoist priest, I..."

But the words stuck in her throat, and she didn't dare to say them.

At most, it's just a matter of losing a tooth, but if I tell the truth, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to a pulp.

The female ghost is truly on the verge of a breakdown.

Why don't Taoist priests these days follow the rules?

Chu Sheng, holding a large porcelain cup, jiggled the fat on his face and pressed the song skip button on the Bluetooth speaker.

The thumping electronic version of the Great Compassion Mantra instantly transformed into the energetic "Wild Wolf Disco".

"Amitabha."

Chu Sheng looked compassionate and said, "Female benefactor, a monk does not lie."

"Since Brother Guang accepted your order, that's a blessing you've earned in eight lifetimes."

"If you keep making excuses, this humble monk charges by the hour for this large porcelain cup. One cup, and I guarantee you'll experience true bliss in the Western Paradise!"

Er Lengzi also released the red dress from his mouth.

It shook its head, put its paws on the car door, and glared at her with its teeth bared.

The female ghost, seeing these three guys who didn't look like good people at all, completely broke down.

These are hardly the Celestial Masters and High Monks!

This is nothing short of thugs, bandits, and criminal gangs!

"I'll give it to..."

The female ghost closed her eyes in humiliation, and two lines of jet-black ghost tears streamed down her cheeks.

She was truly driven to tears.

Yang Guang reacted quickly and caught the jade bottle immediately.

"One, two, three... Yes, yes, cry louder, be more emotional."

Yang Guang wiped away his tears while still giving instructions from the sidelines.

Ten drops of ghost tears filled the container.

Yang Guang put the bottle away with satisfaction, then pointed to the female ghost's mouth: "Alright, stop crying."

"What about the deposit?"

The female ghost sobbed, trembling as she stretched out her pale hand and, following the yin energy, touched her mouth.

"Crunch."

A crisp sound was heard, accompanied by the female ghost's painful groan.

A sharp ghost tooth, emanating wisps of cold air and black mist, was forcibly broken off.

The female ghost held the ghost tooth in both hands and pitifully handed it to Yang Guang: "Master... here you go."

"Excellent, excellent quality."

Yang Guang happily took the Ghost Tooth, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to shout at Jia Youcai, "Old Jia, get in the car!"

"The customer has paid a deposit, so we have to be honest with them."

"Quickly drive this young lady in red into town!"

Jia Youcai looked at the red-clad female ghost wiping away tears in the back seat, and his two old, cold legs still felt a little weak.

"Bro...really?"

"nonsense!"

"Taking ghost money to avert disaster for others—that's the rule!"

Yang Guang plopped back into the passenger seat, not forgetting to call out to Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi.

Chu Sheng, carrying a large porcelain cup, squeezed directly into the back seat.

His 250-pound frame forced the female ghost to the side of the car door.

The female ghost was so frightened that she huddled up in a ball, not daring to even breathe.

They were afraid that if the fat monk got upset, the large porcelain cup would fall on their heads.

The elderly man's electric vehicle started up again.

Jia Youcai cautiously pressed the accelerator, and the car spewed out a plume of black smoke as it continued on its way.

along the way.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely eerie.

Jia Youcai was driving in front, and the cold sweat on his back soaked through his floral shirt.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, humming a song that was out of tune.

Chu Sheng sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, muttering about roasted lamb kidneys while tapping a wooden fish.

Er Lengzi was snoring.

And that terrifying red-clad ghost.

At this moment, she was like a young wife being bullied at school, cowering in a corner, hugging her knees, trembling with fear.

More and more streetlights are appearing in the city.

The old man's car rattled and clattered all the way until it finally reached the brightly lit city center.

Yang Guang glanced at the road sign.

He turned to the female ghost in the back seat and said, "Alright, we've arrived in the city."

"So, are you going to obediently let me send you to the underworld to report for duty?"

"Or will it be utterly destroyed?"

The carriage was deathly silent.

Upon hearing Yang Guang's words, the woman in red shuddered violently.

That deathly pale face now turned visibly green.

Reports from the Underworld?

Soul scattered and spirit dispersed?

Is this supposed to be a multiple-choice question?

This is practically a death trap!

If she were to report to the underworld, given the sins of wandering in this desolate wilderness for so many years and absorbing the yang energy of countless passersby, she would definitely go straight to the eighteenth level of hell and enjoy a daily oil cauldron spa.

If we don't go down there, these few lunatics with no sense of martial ethics will scare us to death on the spot!

run!

That was the only thought left in my mind.

Without saying a word, the woman in red let out a sharp shriek from her mouth, which was split to her ears.

The entire soul instantly transformed into a dense cloud of black mist, rushing straight towards the roof of the old man's car, trying to force its way out through the gap in the sunroof.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat with his hands in his pockets, not even turning his head.

He simply scoffed, "Run?"

"It seems you've made your choice."

"Since you don't want to work in the underworld, then I'll send you on your way—physical cremation!"