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

"That doesn't make sense."

"Yu Zixin is just an ordinary girl. She only goes to school and goes home. She's never even been to a bar."

"Who could she possibly offend?"

Why would someone suddenly target her?

Yang Guang stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Could it be because of the old squad leader?"

"The old sergeant served in the army for so many years, who knows what special missions he might have carried out, maybe inadvertently taking down the hideout of some evil cultivator, so now they're coming after him for revenge?"

Hearing Yang Guang's mutterings, the ghost kneeling below instantly lost its composure, its face as pale as paper.

His lips twitched suddenly.

Even his completely black eyes seemed to convey a sense of utter despair.

What kind of ordinary person is that!

You call that an ordinary person?

That is to say, my cultivation level is slightly higher than that of ordinary wandering ghosts.

Otherwise, they would have been killed there long ago!

The ghost roared wildly in his mind, and when he recalled the scene of attacking Yu Zixin earlier that day, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

That woman is inhuman!

He had just taken two people and was planning to kill them and plunder their spirits.

And then that girl showed up.

Seeing that he hadn't even screamed, he pulled out a large stack of bright yellow talismans from his backpack!

Correct!

It's a huge stack!

Just like my childhood friend, he didn't even look at it and just smeared it on his face!

When those things explode, it's like setting off a series of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year!

This woman really doesn't treat talismans like talismans!

Just how much wealth does she have to withstand such reckless spending?

If someone with even slightly lower cultivation level were to come, they probably wouldn't even have time to scream before their soul was blown to pieces!

But facing Yang Guang, whose face was now full of murderous intent, how could he dare to utter a single word of rebuttal?

I may have my own complaints, but that's all I can say.

He remained kneeling obediently before Yang Guang, not daring to even breathe loudly, motionless like an ice sculpture.

Yang Guang pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

To hell with it!

Anyone who dares to touch someone I protect, no matter who they are, will have their ashes scattered tonight!

Yang Guang suddenly raised his head, looking coldly at the ghost on the ground.

He snapped impatiently, "Take me to that old bastard!"

The ghost shuddered and immediately kowtowed repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Master Celestial Master, I'll lead the way for you right away!"

Yang Guang stood up, walked to the offering table, and casually pulled out a red rope that had been soaked in black dog blood from the drawer.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and put the red rope around the ghost's neck.

It was even tied in a knot that couldn't be tied.

The ghost trembled with fear: "B-Big brother, what are you doing?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and tied the other end of the red rope around his wrist.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course, it's about walking the dog."

"What if you try to pull some trick and run away halfway? Where am I supposed to find you then?"

"Stop dawdling, let's go!"

In the dead of night, not a single ghost could be seen in the old city of Fengdu.

Yang Guang led the unlucky fellow through the intricate alleyways.

It took a full half hour to walk.

The ghost stopped in front of an unfinished building that was about to be demolished.

The unfinished building was surrounded by waist-high weeds, and the darkness gave it a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

"Heavens... Celestial Master."

The ghost shrank its neck and pointed shakily at the third floor of the unfinished building.

"That's it."

"That old man is in an empty room on the third floor. He set up an altar there, and he still holds my ashes in his hands."

Yang Guang looked in the direction he was pointing, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A faint, eerie green light shone through the window on the third floor.

It was also accompanied by a sinister aura that was imperceptible to ordinary people.

"You're honest."

Yang Guang tugged at the red string in his hand: "Let's go, let's go up and meet him."

The human and the ghost made their way up to the third floor via the dilapidated staircase without railings.

I just got to the corridor.

Yang Guang then heard a series of incantations coming from the innermost room.

Yang Guang walked to the door.

Without even knocking, he raised his foot, mustered all his strength, and kicked the broken wooden door hard!

"Bang!"

The wooden door let out a terrible wail as Yang Guang kicked it, frame and all, inside.

It slammed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Open the door!"

"Check the water meter!"

Yang Guang walked in with his hands in his pockets, swaggering in.

house.

An old man dressed in dark gray cloth, thin as a rake, was sitting cross-legged in front of a simple altar.

Two bright green candles were lit on the altar, and a small black urn was placed in the middle.

Behind him were two large red coffins.

The old man sat cross-legged on the futon. Hearing the noise, he showed no panic whatsoever, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

He was holding two blackened walnuts in his hand, which made a creepy crunching sound.

Then.

The old man slowly raised his head, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, which was as withered as tree bark.

His triangular eyes were fixed intently on Yang Guang.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "You've finally arrived."

These words were spoken.

Yang Guang's nonchalant expression instantly faded by a third.

He frowned slightly, his hands still in his pockets, and looked at the old man coldly: "So from the very beginning, my target was me?"

The ghost who had been hiding behind Yang Guang's legs in fear was completely dumbfounded when he heard this.

"no!"

"You old fool, are you kidding me?"

The ghost who had led the way screamed in despair, "Didn't you say you were going to deal with an ordinary little girl?"

"You're using me as bait to catch this living ancestor?"

The old man completely ignored the ghost's wails.

He stopped playing with the walnuts in his hand, his mouth split wider, revealing a set of broken, yellow teeth.

"That's right."

"Successor of the Office for the Assistance of the Deceased, you're the one I've been looking for!"

"You troublemakers who disrupt the balance of yin and yang shouldn't exist in this world!"

Upon hearing this address, Yang Guang was not angry at all; instead, he was amused.

"A troublemaker?"

"Old Deng, that's a pretty creative analogy."

"Then I'll really give your 'Old Eight's Secret Recipe Mini Burger' a good shake today."

The old man snorted coldly and slammed the two walnuts in his hand heavily onto the altar in front of him.

"Still talking tough even when you're about to die!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

The temperature in the entire room plummeted instantly to below freezing!

A foul-smelling, bone-chilling wind, like a raging tornado, swept wildly in from all directions.

Followed by.

Thick plumes of black smoke billowed from the peeling cement walls, the moldy ceiling, and even the cracks in the floor.

The black smoke dissipated.

More than twenty fierce ghosts with red eyes and exuding a terrifying aura surrounded Yang Guang!

Each vengeful ghost carried a resentment that was almost solidified into a tangible form.

A whole bunch of old ghosts!

His cultivation level is frighteningly high!

"Waaaaah!"

The wailing and howling echoed in the small room, making one's eardrums ache.

Upon seeing this scene, the ghost who was leading the way immediately collapsed to his knees.

"Holy crap!"

"These are all ancestors who are hundreds of years old!"

"It's all over, it's all over."

"This time, I'm really going to be scattered to the winds!"