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

Wang Ziyun nodded heavily, her voice trembling but her words were very clear.

"He's in the school's storage room!"

"Go east from the art classroom, cross that corridor, and turn left at the end; it's the second room there!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and her translucent body swayed violently.

"He just stayed there; nobody ever came to this abandoned school, so he felt safe!"

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Where's the legendary senior in red?"

Wang Ziyun gave a bitter laugh: "In the past, this school was just haunted by a few wandering ghosts, there was no legend of the red-clad senior."

"Those paranormal events were all deliberately created by that outsider monk!"

"After he turned me into a vengeful ghost, he controlled me and trapped me here."

"This is so that no living person can get close to this place and disturb him!"

Yang Guang chuckled.

Good guy.

After that old bald monk slipped away from me last time, he actually ran off to this wretched place that even ghosts wouldn't want to come to, and is now hiding like a coward?

He even specially raised a vengeful ghost.

That's a complete bastard!

"Alright, I understand the situation."

Yang Guang waved his hand and turned to look to the side.

Upon closer inspection...

Yang Guang's face immediately turned black.

The donut had somehow managed to stand up from the corner.

Not only did he stand up, but he also casually patted his dusty designer coat.

Then this woman actually held up her phone and pointed it at Yang Guang's live stream.

Donut's lips even held a hint of post-disaster excitement, and its eyes shone as if it had discovered the secret to internet traffic.

"Did you guys see that?!"

Did you see that golden light just now?

"Isn't that awesome?"

The veins on Yang Guang's forehead throbbed three times.

This woman.

I was almost torn to shreds by a vengeful ghost just now, but I've revived on the spot with full health and started doing a live stream?

This guy isn't some kind of professional daredevil; he's just a heartless traffic generator!

The donut seemed completely oblivious to Yang Guang's disdainful gaze, and instead took a step closer, shoving the camera right in front of Yang Guang.

"Master, come say hello to the guys in the live stream!"

Yang Guang pushed the phone away and glared at her irritably.

However, he quickly realized what was happening.

This is a live stream watched by hundreds of thousands of people.

I just remembered all that—the golden light, the talisman, and the famous scene where the vengeful ghost knelt down.

Everything was photographed.

What if word gets out that I'm spreading feudal superstition?

Without saying a word, Yang Guang took out a yellow talisman from his pocket.

With a flick of his wrist, the yellow talisman transformed into a golden light, directly enveloping Wang Ziyun, who was still kneeling on the ground.

Wang Ziyun's figure rapidly shrank in the golden light, eventually transforming into a beam of light and disappearing into the yellow talisman.

A dark red line appeared on the yellow talisman.

Yang Guang put the talisman back in his pocket before turning around.

He strode up to the donut, brought it close to the phone camera, and flashed an extremely bright smile.

"Alright, guys!"

"What you just saw was all done with green screen and special effects. We believe in science and reject feudal superstition!"

"???"

at this time.

The live stream chat was filled with question marks.

Yang Guang stared at the screen filled with question marks, his phone screen almost freezing due to the barrage of comments.

"Do you think we're three-year-olds?!"

"Special effects?"

"Which live streamer can create such realistic real-time effects?"

"That female ghost's face was right on the screen! I peed my pants!"

"This master is treating us like fools!"

Yang Guangcai didn't care whether the viewers on the other side of the internet believed it or not.

As long as his live stream isn't shut down by the cyber police and it doesn't affect his receiving 500,000 yuan in service fees from Jiang Siyu, it's still considered special effects.

He turned his head.

A hand slapped Chu Sheng on the shoulder as he was posing with the microphone.

The 250-pound mountain of meat was propelled forward by the force, shoving itself into the donut's phone camera lens.

A big, round face filled the entire screen.

Yang Guang shouted from off-camera.

"Now that you've seen the special effects, let me show you something different."

"Monk, sing a song for your family."

Done.

Yang Guang patted Chu Sheng's fleshy back.

"You know what I mean, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's eyes lit up.

"Understand!"

"This humble monk understands perfectly!"

He used the same tactic when he was at the sanatorium.

Yang Guang went out to find the mastermind and fight him.

He stayed behind to protect his employer, and incidentally used his outfit to rake in a fortune in tips during the live stream.

Mutual benefit and win-win results.

Chu Sheng grabbed the Bluetooth speaker with the scrolling LED lights from around his neck and turned the volume knob all the way up.

Boom boom boom!

The powerful bass reverberated throughout the art classroom.

"Hey everyone!"

Holding the microphone, Chu Sheng switched to a deep, resonant voice: "That was just an appetizer that Brother Guang served you!"

"Now comes the main course!"

"Let this humble monk guide you through the allure of Cyber ​​Buddhism!"

Double-tap the screen to give a thumbs up, and may the mighty Heavenly Dragon protect you!

While shouting, Chu Sheng flung open his large monk's robe.

The big butt wiggled wildly to the beat of the music.

The colorful running lights illuminated the entire classroom, making it look exactly like a large disco.

The viewers in the live stream were all stunned by the abstract imagery.

The barrage of comments changed from question marks to exclamation marks.

"I give up!"

"Master, your work is superb!"

"This fat guy is wasting his talent not being an MC!"

Various yacht and rocket special effects completely covered the screen.

Yang Guang turned his head and looked at Er Lengzi, who was squatting in the corner with his mouth wide open and drool flowing like a river.

He went up and kicked the dog in the butt.

"Stop licking."

"The main course is at the front."

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi's heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, lit up with a green light.

Its big tail wagged wildly, and its four bow-legged legs moved extremely fast.

It darted straight into the corridor.

"Woof!"

Yang Guang walked out of the art classroom, and the corridor outside was deathly still.

The paint was peeling off the walls, and broken fluorescent tubes hung precariously overhead.

The wind was blowing in through the broken windows.

This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness; it's practically a natural yin-gathering ground.

A person and a dog walked eastward along the corridor.

go to the end.

Walk through a covered walkway with all the glass shattered.

The underside of the covered walkway was overgrown with weeds that were half a person tall.

Turn left.

A faint green candlelight shone through the crack in the door of the second room.

There was also a pungent smell of blood.

Er Lengzi ran to the door, put his two front paws on the door panel, and his mouth was moving wildly.

The drool dripped so much that it soaked the rusty threshold.

In its eyes, this is the ultimate burger with ten layers of meat patties.

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and raised his right leg.

Aim at the center of the two broken wooden doors.

Without any politeness.

Kick out.

boom!

The old, dilapidated wooden door couldn't withstand his blow; the bolt broke.

Two door panels were smashed into the room, kicking up dust all over the floor.

Yang Guang strode across the threshold.

An altar was placed in the very center of the room.

Three small coffins painted red were placed on the altar.

Two thick green candles were lit nearby.

Taigu sat cross-legged on a futon, wearing a dirty kasaya.

He was holding a string of prayer beads made from white bones in his hand.

The loud noise startled him so much that he trembled all over and dropped his prayer beads.

He looked up, and his wrinkled, old face, like dry tree bark, was completely distorted.

"It's you again!"