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

The voice just fell.

The white cloth on the cart was suddenly ripped off.

Dozens of pale, stiff corpses sat up abruptly.

Bai Sheng was so frightened that he took two steps back, stepping right on A Zeng's foot, causing A Zeng to gasp in pain.

Holy crap!

Why did you step on my foot?!

Ah Zeng said angrily.

Bai Sheng pointed at the corpses, his swollen eyes filled with disbelief, his voice cracking.

"That's impossible!"

"We just checked them; these are just ordinary corpses, not even a hint of zombie apocalypse!"

"How could they suddenly all rise from the dead!"

Ah Zeng also looked solemn, gripping the black dagger tightly in his hand, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"It's a formation!"

Ah Zeng gritted his teeth and said, "This morgue has been set up; someone forcibly injected yin energy into these corpses!"

"This is a huge problem!"

Just as the two were tense and on high alert.

Yang Guang, however, leaned leisurely against an empty cart, and even took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and started cracking them open.

The sunflower seed shells were spat on the ground, making a crisp sound.

He glanced sideways at the corpses that were twisting and turning, making cracking sounds as they crawled down.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"What a pain!"

Yang Guang looked at Zeng with disdain: "Hey Zeng, you guys are supposed to be from a special department, can you stop acting like you've never seen anything like this before?"

"This is a huge problem?"

"These things aren't even the lowest level of zombies!"

"At most, they're just inflatable dolls manipulated like puppets by yin energy!"

"One slap and she's a cutie, what are you afraid of!"

Hearing Yang Guang say that, Bai Sheng felt like he was back in the game.

He took a look.

Isn't this the perfect opportunity to steal the spotlight and get revenge?

I just got a beating from Yang Guang, and I lost all face.

If I could take on these dozens of corpses by myself now, wouldn't that prove the power of the Bai family's Qimen Dunjia?

"Get out of the way!"

Bai Sheng roared and charged straight to the front.

He frantically formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and stomped out mysterious steps.

"How dare this mere walking corpse act so presumptuously before a descendant of the Bai family!"

"The character 'Separation,' the fiery serpent dances!"

With a roar, Bai Sheng pushed his hands forward violently.

A spark shot out from his fingertips.

The setup looked quite intimidating, with a grand scale and impressive lighting effects.

result.

The so-called fire serpent was extinguished by the dense yin energy in the morgue as soon as it flew into the air.

Only a tiny spark remained, which landed with a soft thud on the face of the male corpse at the very front.

A small black spot appeared after the burn.

Not even a single eyebrow was burned off.

The male corpse, with the black dot above it, slowly turned its head, its empty eyes staring intently at Bai Sheng.

Then it opened its foul-smelling mouth, let out a howl, and pounced on it.

Holy crap!

Bai Sheng was shocked and quickly dodged to the side.

"A mistake, a mistake! The yin energy is too strong, suppressing my fire!"

"Again!"

"The character 'Zhen' signifies the force of a thunderbolt!"

Bai Sheng changed his hand seals again, his fingertips flashing with faint electricity, and slapped the forehead of another female corpse next to him.

A buzzing sound of electricity rang out.

The female corpse twitched twice from the electric shock, and her originally disheveled hair was turned into an afro.

But instead of stopping, he seemed to be provoked and slapped Bai Sheng across the face.

"Snapped!"

The slap was crisp and loud.

It hit Bai Sheng's right cheek, which was already swollen like a pig's head.

"Oh my god!"

Bai Sheng screamed as he was slapped away by the female corpse, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

Yang Guang, watching this scene from behind, almost spat out the sunflower seeds in his mouth from laughing.

He turned to look at Ah Zeng, who looked embarrassed.

"Hey, Lao Zeng."

Yang Guang pointed at Bai Sheng, who was frantically scratching at himself on the ground surrounded by several corpses: "Does your 749 Bureau have particularly low hiring standards?"

"Could it be based on the amount recharged?"

"Or is your bureau chief his long-lost father?"

Ah Zeng's face turned bright red, and he rubbed his hands awkwardly, saying, "Brother, don't say anymore, I feel ashamed too."

"However, Bai Sheng is only not very good at fighting, but he still has outstanding abilities in other areas."

"this one?"

"I haven't seen any other special skills of his either."

Yang Guang spat out sunflower seed shells in annoyance: "A flurry of actions as fierce as a tiger, but the damage is only 0.5."

"He's giving a corpse a gua sha treatment!"

"And this is supposed to be the sole lineage of Qimen Dunjia for 37 generations?"

"I suspect he learned those hand gestures from watching Naruto, right?"

"The special effects deserve full marks, but the output relies entirely on shouting."

"Someone like him could get slapped even if he hits a puppet that's not even a zombie."

"How has he survived this long without eight bodyguards when he goes out normally?"

Bai Sheng was on the verge of collapse at this point.

His prized Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination and strategy) seemed utterly useless in the face of these corpses controlled by Yin energy.

Every time he just stepped into the right stance and was about to unleash a powerful attack, a corpse next to him would kick him, interrupting his spellcasting.

Move!

Turn around and grab!

Bai Sheng screamed as he ran through the pile of corpses, covering his head.

His black trench coat had been torn to shreds by the corpse, making him look like a beggar who had just escaped from a refugee camp.

"Brother Zeng, don't just stand there watching!"

"Come help!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

As Bai Sheng ran, he desperately pleaded for help to A Zeng.

Ah Zeng sighed, gripped his dagger, and prepared to charge forward.

But Yang Guang grabbed him.

"What's your hurry?"

"Yang Guang said slowly, 'Young Master Bai is currently displaying his prowess; why are you trying to steal his credit?'"

"Let him practice some more; it's such a good opportunity for real combat."

"This is called impact resistance training, which helps him feel less pain the next time he gets hit."

Ah Zeng smiled bitterly: "Brother, if he keeps training like this, he'll be skinned alive by these corpses."

Although he knew that these corpses controlled by yin energy were not particularly powerful, there were simply too many of them!

But at this very moment...

The corpse of an old woman beside him, with its withered mouth open, lunged at Bai Sheng's neck.

Bai Sheng was shocked and kicked the old lady away.

However, he was cornered by the two corpses behind him.

Several pairs of corpse claws with black nails were about to strike Bai Sheng's face.

Holy crap!

Bai Sheng was so frightened that he swore.

Seeing this, Yang Guang shrugged helplessly, stuffed the last handful of sunflower seeds into his pocket, and patted the dust off his hands.

"Oh well."

"In that case, I'll go."

Yang Guang walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets.

The corpse's claws were only two centimeters away from Bai Sheng's eyeballs.

Yang Guang raised his hand directly.

He swung his arm in a wide arc.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the morgue...