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

Upon seeing the soul-guiding talisman in Yang Guang's hand, the old ghost's expression changed drastically.

His expression was a thousand times more terrified than when Yang Guang tortured him with the black talisman earlier.

"Don't!"

"Master Celestial Master, please don't send me to the underworld!"

The old ghost was so frightened that he knelt down again with a thud, clinging tightly to Yang Guang's legs and crying his heart out.

If Yang Guang really sends me to the underworld, then I'm truly doomed!

Does he not have any idea how many heinous things he has done?

Those shady practices involving extracting souls and refining ghosts.

In the human world, they might just get struck by lightning.

But when you get to the underworld, you get a deluxe meal!

What kind of hell is this, where you get boiled in oil, climb a mountain of knives, have your tongue pulled out, and get a free facelift?

This assembly line goes through.

Given his crimes, his sentence should be at least a thousand years!

Who knows, maybe the King of Hell will take a dislike to him and sentence him to life imprisonment for ten thousand years!

Rather than living a life worse than death in the underworld, being stabbed by ghost messengers with steel forks every day.

It's better to end it cleanly now!

"Master Celestial!"

"Ancestors!"

The old ghost kowtowed frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Please, have mercy!"

"You might as well just beat me to a pulp!"

"I don't want to go to the underworld!"

"You struck me with the Five Thunderbolts!"

"Splitter me to death!"

"I'm not even human if I frown!"

Yang Guang stood there, completely dumbfounded.

You can run into all sorts of weird things in the middle of the night.

When people beg for mercy, they're begging for a way out.

That old Deng is something else.

Clinging to someone's leg, begging to be utterly destroyed?

Yang Guang's lips twitched twice, and he kicked the old ghost away in annoyance.

Are you crazy?

"It takes me magic to beat you up, kid!"

"Slaying that guide ghost just now already used up the mana of one lightning talisman."

"You think you can just freeload off my Five Thunderbolts Technique?"

"Dream on!"

Yang Guang sneered repeatedly: "The more you don't want to go to the underworld, the more determined I am to send you down there today!"

"Aren't you being stubborn?"

"Weren't you arrogant?"

"Perfect timing to go to the underworld and have a chat with King Yama, let's see if his tongue-pulling pincers are harder, or your mouth!"

The old ghost completely broke down.

He pounded the ground with his fists, letting out a desperate wail: "Yang Guang, you monster!"

"You're even more vicious than your father!"

"Not only did you steal my Ghost Fang, you're also cutting off my escape route!"

"I'm begging you to let my soul be scattered, can't you even grant me this small request?"

"Are you even human?!"

Yang Guang curled his lip: "These days, even being a law-abiding citizen who follows procedures gets you scolded?"

"I am the successor of the Office of the Reincarnation Agent, and I am only responsible for guiding the souls of the dead and performing rituals for their salvation."

"Killing you is a violent act of law enforcement, which is against regulations."

In fact, Yang Guang had his own little scheme in mind.

This level of evil cultivators and demons.

If you were to beat someone to a pulp, it would only be a matter of venting your frustration.

But if you package it up and send it to the underworld, that's a real achievement!

The King of Hell will definitely remember this as a great act of bad karma.

This is the best way to offset the huge debt of good deeds that damn old man Deng owes.

Only a fool would do something so risky and thankless that it's a sure-fire way to make a profit.

"Alright, stop howling."

"His howling sounds like a pig being slaughtered; it's horribly awful."

Yang Guang impatiently picked at his ear and slapped the soul-guiding talisman forward.

"The gates of hell have opened!"

With a low shout from Yang Guang, the talisman burst forth with dazzling golden light.

On the walls of the previously empty, unfinished building, a deep, dark passageway to the underworld has once again cracked open.

A chilling wind blew from inside, as if countless vengeful ghosts were whispering.

"No!"

"I'm not going!"

The old ghost looked at the dark passage and trembled with fear, desperately trying to climb in the opposite direction.

But under the golden light of the soul-guiding talisman.

His body was completely out of his control, and he was being sucked little by little toward the rift leading to the underworld.

"Master Celestial, can I buy my life with money?"

"I have money!"

"I have a safe house in the East District, with two million in cash hidden inside!"

At this critical moment of life and death, the old ghost finally dropped a bombshell.

Yang Guang had already planned to pack up and leave.

Hearing the words "two million in cash"...

One of his legs abruptly stopped in mid-air, and he spun around in a flash, his eyes blazing with a light brighter than a flashlight!

"Wait a minute!"

With a wave of his hand, Yang Guang caused the golden light of the soul-guiding talisman to pause instantly, leaving the old ghost suspended in mid-air, unable to slide towards the passage.

Yang Guang rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement; his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

Just a moment ago he was acting like a cold and ruthless judge of the human world, but now he has transformed into a kind and approachable older brother.

"Oh dear, old man, look at the mess you've made."

"Why can't we sit down and talk things out?"

Yang Guang leaned closer with a smile: "What did you just say?"

"Two million in cash?"

"Exactly where in Dongcheng?"

"Does the safe house have any anti-theft mechanisms or anything like that?"

Seeing a glimmer of hope, the old ghost quickly grasped at this lifeline: "There's a safe under the bed in courtyard number 44 on East Street!"

The password is six eights!

"Master Celestial, I'll give you all the money, just please be merciful and kill me with one blow!"

"Let my soul be scattered to the winds!"

"I promise you won't work for nothing!"

Yang Guang nodded in satisfaction after listening.

He pulled a small notebook out of his pocket, took out a pen, and quickly wrote it down.

"No. 44, Dongcheng Old Street..."

"The password is six eights..."

"Okay, old man, you're a good person to deal with, and you really do give money when you have it."

Yang Guang closed the notebook, put it back in his pocket, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Don't worry.

"I always keep my word; I take people's money and do their bidding."

The old ghost let out a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and wore an expression of resignation to his fate.

"bring it on!"

"Give me a quick death!"

however.

Yang Guang stood still, showing no intention of making a move.

Instead of making a move, he snapped his fingers again.

"Snapped!"

The golden light of the soul-guiding talisman, which had been paused, suddenly shone brightly!

An even more violent suction force surged out from the underworld passage, directly enveloping the old man ghost's soul.

With a "whoosh".

The old ghost had half of its body sucked into the passage.

Holy crap!

The old ghost suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils widening as he stared at Yang Guang with disbelief.

"Yang Guang, what are you doing!"

"You took my money, you broke your promise!"

Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, waved with a smile: "Uncle, you're too narrow-minded."

"I did agree to take people's money to solve their problems, but that's the rule of the living."

"You're a ghost now!"

"And he's a bloodthirsty monster!"

Yang Guang said solemnly, "I'm sending you to the underworld so you can face a just trial. Isn't that helping you eliminate your karmic obstacles?"

"You should thank me for giving you a chance to start anew!"

"Although it might be ten thousand years from now..."