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

The more Lao Gui talked, the angrier he got, and he even forgot Yang Guang's threat.

"Eighteen years ago, after your dad pulled off that heist, he simply vanished without a trace!"

"A full eighteen years!"

"Our evil cultivation community has searched for him for eighteen years, but we haven't found a single hair on his head!"

"It's as if he completely vanished from this world."

"As a result, news suddenly spread in the martial arts world some time ago that the Office of Assistance for the Deceased had opened."

"Everyone knows that the funeral parlor is a family business passed down through generations, so its opening now must be because his son has come out!"

The old ghost stared intently at Yang Guang: "Your father disappeared; the son must pay for the father's debts!"

"Who else would we turn to if not you?"

Now.

Yang Guang was utterly desperate.

He slumped down onto the discarded bricks next to him.

He grabbed his hair with both hands.

It feels like the sky is about to fall.

The "son-trolling" buff is stacking infinitely!

He recalled his grandfather's last words.

"My dear grandson, your father owes the underworld a mountain of good deeds; you have to go and pay off his debts!"

it is good.

I'll pay!

Later, he met the fat monk Chu Sheng.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Yang, your father owed my master a huge favor back then, and you are the one who has to repay it."

Row.

I'll pay!

Now look what's happened.

Debts of merit must be repaid, and debts of gratitude must be repaid.

Now even my enemies have to be inherited by me?

Moreover, he is an enemy of the evil cultivators throughout the entire martial arts world!

Yang Guang looked up to the sky and roared, "So, I really am his biological son?"

"If they weren't their own children, they wouldn't be this cruel!"

"Even when you're fleecing someone, you can't just exploit one sheep to the point of exhaustion, can you?"

Yang Guang was so angry that he was trembling all over.

He pointed at the sky and started cursing.

"In those online novels, before the characters' fathers disappear, they always leave behind an unparalleled sect for their sons."

"Or it could be inherited by a conglomerate with trillions of assets."

"At the very least, there should be seventy, eighty, or ninety marriage contracts, so the protagonist can go down the mountain, win over a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of life!"

"And me?"

"This place is full of holes!"

"An IOU! A favor! And a bunch of twisted old monsters who want to kill me!"

"I can't live like this anymore!"

Yang Guang grew angrier the more he thought about it.

He jumped up from the brick, rushed in front of the old ghost, and kicked him.

"Ouch!"

The old ghost was kicked and rolled twice on the ground, clutching his stomach and looking at Yang Guang with a pitiful expression.

"Master Celestial, why did you hit me? This was all your father's doing, not mine!"

"I'll beat you up!"

Yang Guang, hands in his pockets, glared at him fiercely: "You can't find him, so you come to me?"

"Is this all the ambition your heretical cultivation world has?"

"Why don't you go find the police!"

The old ghost's lips twitched violently twice.

The way they looked at Yang Guang was like they were looking at a moron.

"Big brother!"

"We are heretical practitioners!"

"The kind that can't be brought to light!"

"Shall we call the police and have your dad arrested?"

"We should be grateful the police don't shoot us first!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Guang waved his hand impatiently: "Since you've already set your sights on me, how many people are there?"

The old ghost quickly corrected him: "I don't know."

"Anyway, there are a lot."

"..."

Yang Guang was completely fed up now; he didn't want to live this miserable life for even a day longer.

What kind of awful things did Old Deng do back then?

Yang Guang grumbled and cursed, feeling that he was bearing a burden that he shouldn't have to bear at his age.

I took a deep breath.

I calmed down after a while, which made me quite upset.

Yang Guang squatted down, put his hands in his pockets, stared at the old man, and asked coldly, "Since you're so interested in that old man, then let me ask you something."

"You know my dad, so you should know who my mom is, right?"

This is a knot in Yang Guang's heart.

I grew up with my grandfather and never even saw my father. I don't even know if my mother is flat or round.

Now that we've finally caught someone who knows about what happened 18 years ago, we have to get some information out of him.

Upon hearing this question, the old ghost shook its semi-transparent head like a rattle drum, leaving afterimages.

"I don't know!"

Old Gui, his face contorted with lingering fear, said, "Back then, your dad was like a mad dog, biting anyone he could get his hands on!"

"He carried that broken sword, hacking his way from south to north, from east to west!"

"If it weren't for my quick thinking back then, jumping into the latrine and holding it in for ages when things looked bad, you'd be buried under the grass by now!"

"Everyone's avoiding him like the plague, who the hell would dare to ask who his wife is!"

The old ghost grew increasingly aggrieved as he spoke: "Back then, in the entire martial arts world, all we knew was that he was from the Office of the Reincarnation. We knew absolutely nothing about him, such as whether he preferred savory or sweet tofu pudding!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at the sound of it.

Good guy.

My cheapskate father is quite a character.

He single-handedly inflicted psychological trauma on the entire evil cultivation world.

The key point is, if you're so great, why don't you leave me some inheritance?

What's the point of leaving behind a bunch of enemies?

The old ghost looked at Yang Guang, who had a slight frown on his brow, as if he were deep in thought.

His eyes darted around.

I felt this was a good chance to survive.

The old ghost swallowed non-existent saliva, tentatively rubbed his hands together, and said with a fawning smile, "Um... Master Celestial."

"Look."

"I admit defeat today; I was simply outmatched."

"But I'm a victim too. Who told your dad to be so cruel back then?"

The old ghost cautiously moved closer and said, "Since I've fallen into your trap, I accept it."

"But how about we discuss something?"

"Let me go this time."

"How about we wipe the slate clean of our feud from now on?"

"I promise!"

"If you just ignore me, I'll avoid you like the plague from now on!"

"I can also post a notice in our group of heretical practitioners, urging everyone not to cause you any trouble."

"Let's turn hostility into friendship."

Upon hearing this...

Yang Guang was stunned for a moment.

Then he looked at the old man like he was a fool and said, "Old man, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Yang Guang snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and looked at him indifferently: "You still want me to let you go?"

"What kind of sweet dreams are you having in broad daylight?"

"You really think I'm some kind of charity?"

Yang Guang pointed to the lingering eerie energy of the remaining ghosts around him and said irritably, "Look at this unfinished building!"

"More than twenty vengeful ghosts that have been around for centuries!"

"You old dog, you used living souls and inhuman torture methods to create all of this!"

"The blood debts you carry are probably so numerous that even the Book of Life and Death in the underworld can hardly contain them all."

"Let you go?"

"Do you think I'd let you go and harm even more people?"

"You've committed countless evil deeds in your life. As a judge of the Rebirth Administration, I'm here today to settle your score!"

Yang Guang was too lazy to waste words with him and directly took out a soul-guiding talisman from his pocket.

When the index and middle fingers are brought together, a faint golden light shines through them.

"Go settle your score in the underworld yourself!"

"I don't have the time to deal with you personally!"