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"OK!"

"You're being stubborn, aren't you?"

Yang Guang snapped his fingers: "I like tough guys like you with backbone."

"You're not going to tell, are you?"

"Then you shouldn't say anything more."

Yang Guang reached into his pocket with his free left hand and pulled out a black talisman covered with strange runes.

This is no ordinary talisman; it is a soul-refining talisman specifically designed to torment vengeful ghosts.

Yang Guang held up the black talisman and waved it in front of the old man: "Old Deng, do you know what this thing is?"

"I may not have much else at home, but I have plenty of folk remedies for tormenting ghosts."

"The ghost who led the way had heard about my family's outhouse being a 'ten-thousand-year package' (meaning it would last for a thousand years)."

"Since you're so tough, you probably don't even care about a dry toilet. Well then, I'll give you a high-end, custom-made service today."

As Yang Guang spoke, he slapped the black talisman directly onto the old man's forehead.

"Snapped!"

The moment the talisman was affixed, the old man felt a tearing pain deep within his soul.

This pain was a hundred times more intense than the burning sensation from the pure yang energy!

A thousand times!

"Aaaaaah!"

The old man finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a scream even more agonizing than a vengeful ghost.

Yang Guang ignored him and continued explaining with a smile, "This is called a Soul Refining Talisman."

"After it's applied, your soul will be peeled away bit by bit."

"It's like someone is holding nail clippers and slowly cutting your soul into tiny pieces."

"But that's not all."

"After cutting it all out, we'll put it back together and keep cutting."

"The cycle repeats endlessly."

Yang Guang leaned close to the old man's ear and whispered, "But this is just an appetizer."

"I'll put you into the talisman later."

"When we get home, I'll shove you into my stupid dog's bowl."

"That dog bowl hasn't been washed in three years; it's covered in bits of beef bones he's chewed and dog drool."

"I'm going to set up an array on the dog bowl."

"From now on, whenever my dog ​​eats, it will lick your face like crazy."

"When you eat dog food, the dog's teeth rub against your head like an electric drill."

"Three meals a day, plus a late-night snack."

"If the dog has diarrhea, it's perfect for adding a treat to your head."

Yang Guang clapped his hands, his face full of excitement: "I call this project 'The Abyss of Simps'."

"What do you think?"

"Is it exciting?"

The old man's ghost was already in excruciating pain from the black talisman.

Hearing Yang Guang's inhumanly twisted plan again, the ghost completely broke down.

Is this something a Taoist priest would do?!

This kid is not only ruthless, but he's also definitely not mentally sound!

Using a ghost to pad a dog bowl?

If this gets back to the evil cultivation world, he'll lose all face!

To suffer such humiliation even in death is worse than going to the eighteenth level of hell!

In extreme pain and fear, the old man finally gave in. He mustered his last bit of strength and roared in a hoarse voice.

"I'll say it!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Take this talisman down quickly, it hurts so much!"

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you've given in so quickly?"

"You're not exactly tough, are you? I thought you could hold out until my silly dog ​​has breakfast."

Although Yang Guang expressed his disgust, he still reached out and touched the black talisman, pausing its torturous effects.

The pain lessened slightly.

The old man's ghost was as weak as a lump of mud.

If Yang Guang hadn't been choking him, he would have collapsed to the ground by now.

"Hurry up."

"My time is precious."

Yang Guang urged, "If you dawdle any longer, the dog bowl will be in place right away."

The old man was panting heavily, his eyes no longer showing the arrogance of before, but filled with deep fear.

Yang Guang squatted down and patted the old ghost's translucent cheek.

"Speak."

"Who gave you permission to come after me?"

Who is the mastermind behind this?

The old ghost swallowed hard, and stammered, "This...this isn't my fault!"

"Blame your dad!"

"Your dad brought all of this on himself!"

The voice just fell.

Yang Guang froze on the spot.

His pupils contracted slightly.

It was as if I had been struck by lightning.

My dad?

That unfortunate old man I never even met, who only existed in my grandfather's heartbroken descriptions before his death?

Yang Guang suddenly grabbed the old man's collar.

The voice instantly rose eight octaves!

"What did you say?"

"My dad?"

"If you don't explain this to me clearly, I guarantee I'll make you experience what it means to wish you were dead!"

Yang Guang's eyes instantly turned cold and sharp.

The Soul Refining Talisman, which was feared by all, was still held between his fingertips.

The old ghost was so frightened that his soul trembled violently.

"I'll say it!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Master Celestial, please don't act rashly, let me explain slowly!"

The old ghost shouted urgently.

They were afraid that Yang Guang's hand might slip and stick the black talisman on his forehead again.

"Eighteen years ago!"

"Before you were born, your dad was a complete lunatic!"

"He single-handedly, armed with only a sword, slaughtered almost all the evil cultivators in the entire martial arts world!"

The old ghost became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if recalling some terrible nightmare.

"How prosperous the world of heretical cultivators was back then!"

"As a result, when your dad arrived, he killed everyone he saw and destroyed every ghost he encountered!"

"Killing them is fine!"

"He's going to try and steal it again!"

"He doesn't let go of any of them—magical artifacts, secret manuals, rare and precious materials, even antiques buried in people's ancestral tombs!"

The old ghost was heartbroken, and black ghost tears welled up in his eyes again.

"He stole so much stuff, and even dismantled their mountain gate to sell as scrap!"

"It even severed the lineage of several major sects in our evil cultivation world!"

"It's safe to say that nine out of ten surviving evil cultivators in the entire martial arts world have a blood feud with your father!"

These words were like a bombshell, exploding directly in the unfinished building.

Yang Guang was stunned, his mouth agape enough to fit a duck egg.

Is this something a Taoist priest would do?

This is even more bandit-like than bandits!

He even worked part-time in the demolition office?

The key is.

That old man robbed so many good things back then, why didn't he leave some for the Yang family!

I'm so poor I'm collecting mineral water bottles!

What happened to all those rare and precious materials he stole?

Did you use all that money to pick up girls?

Yang Guang took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse.

He yelled impatiently, "Where is Old Deng now?"

"If you have a problem, go talk to him!"

"What do you want from me?"

"It's not like I, your master, cut off your lineage!"

Yang Guang pointed to his nose, his face full of grievance and indignation: "I'm only eighteen years old this year!"

"I've never even held a girl's hand!"

"You bunch of old geezers want revenge on an 18-year-old model student like me?"

"Have you no shame at all?"

The old ghost was also filled with resentment upon hearing this.

He retorted irritably, "If your father were still alive, and if we could find him, why would we be looking for you?"