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

My stomach growled in perfect unison.

This is simply heavenly music!

Jiang Siyu has always been decisive and efficient in her work.

She immediately pulled out her phone: "Give me your bank card number, and I'll settle the balance first."

Yang Guang quickly pulled out the old smartphone with three cracks in its screen.

He quickly rattled off a string of numbers.

Ding dong.

A text message notification sounded.

Yang Guang looked down at the screen, where the number 500,000 lay alone on the SMS interface.

Yang Guang stared intently at his bank account balance.

This feeling is even better than chugging a whole bottle of ice-cold soda on a sweltering summer day.

Not only did they earn back the money they had saved for their future wife that was eaten up by that fatso and that stupid dog, but they even multiplied it several hundred times!

I've got another sum of money to start my business of getting married and having a big, healthy baby!

Yang Guang tried hard to suppress the wide grin that was about to reach his ears.

Put the phone back in my pocket.

"The boss is so generous!"

"If the company ever has any more business dealing with this kind of filth, just contact me, and I'll give you a 5% discount."

Jiang Siyu rolled her eyes dramatically: "I wish this kind of thing would never happen at the company."

At this time.

The donut slowly walked over from the corner.

Her designer coat was covered in dust and cobwebs, and her exquisite makeup was completely ruined by crying.

He was holding a phone that had already been turned off.

"Yang Guang".

Donut sniffed, her eyes red-rimmed.

She stopped and bowed deeply to Yang Guang: "Thank you for saving me again."

If Yang Guang hadn't arrived in time, she would have died in this abandoned school today.

Yang Guang waved his hand generously, his face full of smiles.

"Don't mention it."

"If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems; professional ethics are paramount."

Yang Guang found the donuts more and more appealing.

This is a walking money tree!

He seems to have a knack for attracting ghosts; wherever he goes, trouble follows. He's practically a human-shaped radar for finding the dead.

Isn't this just God giving them a chance to do good deeds?

"Young lady."

Yang Guang stepped forward, his tone more amiable than ever before: "Your live-streaming of ghost hunting has great potential."

"If you need another job like this in the future, feel free to call me anytime."

"Ready to respond immediately!"

Who knew?

Upon hearing this, Donut jerked its neck back sharply.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, waved her hands repeatedly, and shook her head like a rattle-drum: "I'm not going, I'd rather die than go!"

Donut's face turned deathly pale, and her voice trembled: "I've decided to go back and change careers. I'll go dance in the dance section and never be a ghost-hunting streamer again!"

These words were spoken.

The air freezes.

Yang Guang's smile froze.

What is that?

Not going?

Changing careers and twisting waistlines?

Yang Guang panicked.

"No, sweetie!"

He strode over, looking eagerly at the donut: "With your extraordinary talent, it would be a waste not to go into paranormal investigation!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"With me here, your life is safe!"

Donut bit her lip hard and took two steps back: "No, this is too scary, my heart can't take it."

Yang Guang's heart was bleeding; it seemed the God of Wealth was going on strike.

This effectively cut off his shortcut to finding ghosts to accumulate merit.

孽 孽!

Yang Guang looked at the determined expression on Donut's face and took a deep breath.

An attempt to make a final effort to persuade them to stay.

"Um, why don't you think about it some more?"

"We can split the profits, and I'll be your personal bodyguard when we're out on paranormal investigations."

"You handle the ghost encounters, I'll handle the exorcisms—this deal is a sure win!"

Donut shook its head, leaving afterimages: "No matter how much money you have, you still need to be alive to spend it."

I appreciate your kindness.

This resolute attitude.

Yang Guang was utterly desperate.

Chu Sheng, who was standing next to him, came over with a big grin on his chubby face: "Brother Guang, things come and go, don't force it."

Yang Guang glared at him, annoyed.

"Shut up!"

"You don't know anything! Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!"

Er Lengzi barked twice beside him.

The dog's eyes, one gold and one blue, stared at Jiang Siyu, and drool began to flow from its mouth again.

I'm hungry.

Jiang Siyu smiled at Er Lengzi and said, "Alright, stop wasting time here."

"This place is chilly, let's get in the car and go back quickly."

Yang Guang sighed.

We have no choice but to accept reality.

The group walked out of the abandoned teaching building.

At the end of the overgrown path, there was a black Land Cruiser parked.

The live-streaming team's bread truck followed behind.

Jiang Siyu opened the car door.

Yang Guang climbed into the passenger seat without any hesitation.

Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi huddled together in the back row.

A mountain of meat weighing 250 pounds paired with a huge husky.

The back seat space was completely full.

"Ouch, you damn dog, don't step on my thigh!"

"Woof!"

Chu Sheng cursed and swore behind him, while Er Lengzi pushed him hard with his big butt.

Jiang Siyu started the car.

The black Land Cruiser bumped along the dirt road, and the interior finally felt a bit warmer, like that of living people.

The car drove onto the asphalt road and picked up speed.

Yang Guang leaned back in the leather seat.

I turned my head to look at the night view rushing past the car window.

His mind became active.

The old bald monk Taigu has been dealt with, but what happened back then remains a mystery.

Three days and nights.

His cheap old man had killed dozens of top-tier evil cultivators on the border.

This record is phenomenal, no matter where you put it.

But why would one owe the underworld so much merit?

This whole thing seems incredibly eerie no matter how you look at it.

Could there be some other inside story?

Yang Guang scratched his messy hair.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get.

But right now, the most important thing is to make a meal.

You need to be well-fed to have the energy to think about these troubling things.

But besides eating, I'll have to give Sweetie a good talking-to at the dinner table later.

This is the real money tree.

however.

Just then, Yang Guang's phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Yu Zixin calling.

Yang Guang answered the phone without thinking.

Before he could speak, Yu Zixin asked from the other end, "Yang Guang, where are you?"

"Well."

"On the way back to the city."

"What's wrong?"

"What's up?"

Yu Zixin nodded: "Yes, there's something I need to do. Can I come to the address you gave me?"

Yang Guang nodded: "Okay then."

"Then just come over later, I'll send you the address."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Guang turned to Jiang Siyu and chuckled, "Rich lady, my eldest daughter is coming to see me later, you don't mind, do you?"

Jiang Siyu glanced at Yang Guang with a half-smile and said, "Eldest daughter?"

"Are young people these days really this extravagant?"

"Are you sure that's not your girlfriend?"

Yang Guang immediately said righteously, "Rich lady, if you say that, then you're wrong."

"I promised her dad I would take care of her."

"And her dad and I are brothers!"

"What are you thinking about?"

Yang Guang was about to make another excuse when his phone rang again, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

What's going on here?

Is business so good today?

Why are the phone calls coming in one after another?