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

Yang Guang walked to the armchair, pulled it over, and sat down with a flourish, crossing his legs.

"Tell me about it."

"Where did you get the nerve to come out and hurt people in broad daylight?"

"Who exactly is protecting you behind the scenes?"

"Who gave you the courage?"

The ghost shuddered, a flicker of hesitation crossing its completely black eyes.

"this……"

"Brother, there are rules in this business. I can't betray my employer, or I'll be in big trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang burst out laughing.

He reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Is there a set of rules for every profession?"

"You, a ghost, are trying to talk to me about professional ethics?"

"OK!"

Yang Guang snapped his fingers and pointed to the back of the courtyard.

"If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll find you a superb luxury private room."

"It includes meals and accommodation, and you don't have to pay property management fees."

The ghost paused for a moment, then looked in the direction Yang Guang was pointing, somewhat bewildered.

There was nothing there except a dilapidated corner.

"What kind of luxury single room?"

Yang Guang revealed a devilish smile: "See that backyard over there?"

"There is a dry toilet that has been passed down in my family for generations."

"It hasn't been drained in decades. The biogas fermenting inside is so pure that it could launch a rocket directly."

"If you don't tell me, I'll just draw a talisman and throw you in!"

"I'll suppress you under that outhouse!"

"a thousand years!"

The ghost's eyes widened, as if it had heard of some unbelievable torture.

Yang Guang continued his relentless barrage: "This is an absolutely unimaginable pure hellish experience!"

"You'll have fresh Oli Geese every day, and countless dung beetles will be your neighbors."

Even if this little courtyard is demolished in the future.

"Even if this entire old street is demolished and rebuilt, with skyscrapers and commercial plazas erected on top."

"In less than ten thousand years!"

"You're absolutely not getting out!"

"Every day they were soaking in the cesspool, watching the people above wash their hands and defecate!"

"I, Yang Guang, said it!"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

Yang Guang's words were like knives, each one a critical strike, stabbing directly into the ghost's soul.

What kind of inhuman punishment is this?!

The soul is scattered in the blink of an eye.

But to be suppressed in a dry latrine for ten thousand years is worse than going to the eighteenth level of hell!

Just thinking about the scene and smell made the ghost feel nauseous, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of yin energy.

"No, no, no!"

The ghost was truly terrified; he stared at Yang Guang with a look of horror, his voice trembling.

"Big brother!"

"Ancestors!"

"Please spare me!"

"How come your methods of punishing ghosts are even more perverse than those of the King of Hell?!"

The ghost asked tremblingly, its pure black eyes filled with despair and confusion.

"Who exactly are you?"

"The chickens in this yard have such strong yang energy they could cook a ghost, that's bad enough, but those little coffins hanging from the tree are even more dangerous!"

"Even you, the master, are so strange now!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's smile deepened.

He put his hands in his pockets, slowly stood up, and looked down at the ghost lying on the ground.

"You're already in my hands, and you still don't know who I am?"

The ghost shook its head blankly.

Yang Guang snorted and straightened his faded sports jacket.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, then I'll mercifully tell you."

"Listen carefully with those creepy ears!"

"I, this humble servant, will never change my name or surname!"

"The Last Celestial Master!"

"Yang Guang!"

boom!

These four words were uttered.

It was as if an atomic bomb had been thrown into the ghost's head, causing it to explode instantly.

His eyes widened to their full blackness, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a fist, and the entire ghost froze.

A full half minute passed.

He suddenly realized what was happening and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"What?!"

"You're actually a Taoist master?"

Now the ghost finally understood completely.

I've had the worst luck imaginable!

No wonder not even a cold wind can get into this dilapidated yard, no wonder that chicken is so fierce.

So this is the Celestial Master's lair!

Followed by.

That ghost was furious!

His blood and qi were surging, and even the last bit of ghostly energy was about to explode with rage.

"Holy shit!"

The ghost sat down on the ground, pointed at the gate, and cursed, "That old bastard!"

"That bastard dared to harm me!"

"He told me he was just going to deal with an ordinary little girl, and he didn't bring any magical artifacts with him."

"Isn't this just using me as cannon fodder, sending me to my death?!"

"I curse his ancestors for eighteen generations!"

These ghosts don't care about any rules or regulations anymore.

What professional ethics?

Under the dual threat of the Celestial Master's oppressive aura and the impending suppression of the dry toilet for ten thousand years, all he wanted to do was dig up the ancestral grave of that old bastard who had wronged him.

"I'll say it!"

"Master Celestial Master, I'll tell you everything!"

The ghost scrambled to Yang Guang's feet, afraid that Yang Guang might throw him into the latrine if he got angry.

"I promise to answer everything I know, without holding back!"

"As long as you don't lock me up in the toilet, I'll bite whoever you tell me to bite!"

Yang Guang squinted at him, nodded, and sat back down in the armchair: "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

"Speak!"

"Who is that bastard? What's his name?!"

The ghost swallowed a non-existent saliva and quickly confessed.

"It was an old man who sent me!"

"The old man was wearing a black and gray cloth coat and was holding two walnuts in his hands. He looked like a retired old man."

"But his aura was extremely sinister, like that of a heretical cultivator who practices the Yin arts!"

The ghost recalled as it spoke, "He has my ashes in his hands, so I dared not disobey him."

"He gave me a talisman to ward off the sun, so I could move around even in broad daylight."

"Master Celestial, that old man's target isn't that family at all!"

"The reason he sent me to that family's house to cause some trouble was purely to set a trap!"

Yang Guang was taken aback: "A setup?"

The ghost nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That family was looking for help everywhere because their house was haunted."

"But that old man's real target was the girl that family had hired!"

"That is, your daughter!"

Yang Guang heard this.

My mind went blank.

He suddenly stood up from the armchair, his face instantly turning extremely gloomy.

"What did you say?"

"Were they targeting my daughter?"

Yang Guang clenched his fists tightly in his pockets.

Damn it!

Yu Zixin was someone the old squad leader entrusted to him to take care of!

The loyalty and friendship forged by the old squad leader's death.

Yang Guang had long regarded Yu Zixin as his own half-daughter.

Normally, they wouldn't even say a harsh word.

Not only was she almost bullied right under her nose today, but now someone is secretly plotting to harm her?

This is like pulling the dragon's reverse scale!

Yang Guang's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he asked, word by word, "Why is that old man targeting her?"

The ghost was so frightened by Yang Guang's terrifying killing intent that it shrank back.

Her face was filled with horror, and she said in a panic, "I...I don't know either..."