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

Bai Sheng took two steps forward.

He squinted at his one unswollen eye and examined it carefully.

His expression suddenly changed.

"It's a concave mirror!"

Bai Sheng blurted out, "And someone even drew a yin-gathering talisman on this concave mirror with cinnabar!"

Ah Zeng immediately realized: "No wonder this place is so gloomy, and suddenly a corpse came back to life."

"Not only is it a crematorium, a place where yin energy gathers, but they even have a concave mirror with an evil magic circle drawn on it hanging on the door!"

"This is equivalent to installing a high-powered water pump in this large pool of yin energy."

"Draw the yin energy and corpse energy from the surrounding area for miles around into this morgue!"

"No wonder these corpses didn't even have a buffer period before they came back to life."

Yang Guang turned to look at Bai Sheng, gesturing with his chin towards the door.

"Alright."

"Don't just stand there."

"Go take that mirror down and smash it."

Bai Sheng was stunned for a moment, pointed to his own nose, and looked incredulous.

"I?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, who else could it be?"

Bai Sheng immediately objected.

He retorted, neck stiff, "Why should I go?"

"There are clearly three people here, so why am I always the one who has to do all the dirty and tiring work?!"

"I'm a senior agent from the 749th Division, after all!"

Yang Guang looked at him with that "I'm not afraid of boiling water" attitude.

I burst out laughing.

He stepped forward and slapped Bai Sheng on the back of the head without any hesitation.

"What are you yelling about?!"

Yang Guang said matter-of-factly, "Because you're the weakest one here. You don't even have the most basic fighting ability. You got slapped across the face when you were fighting a few puppets."

"If I don't give you some odd jobs, do I expect you to just stand there and be a cheerleader?"

Bai Sheng was rendered speechless by Yang Guang's retort.

His pig-like face turned a deep purplish-red.

"you……"

Yang Guang interrupted him directly: "What do you mean, 'what are you talking about'!"

"What use are you if you can't even run errands properly?"

"So, does the 749 Bureau only employ you to be a mascot?"

"Hurry up!"

Bai Sheng was so angry that he trembled all over.

His teeth were grinding together.

This is outrageous!

This is like taking a dump on your own neck!

But he glanced at Zeng, who looked utterly helpless, beside him.

Then look at Yang Guang's posture, as if he's ready to give him another set of physical exorcism punches at any moment.

Bai Sheng swallowed hard, thinking that a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle: "I'll go, I'll go!"

"You just wait!"

Bai Sheng, with his lisp, uttered a meaningless harsh remark and then scurried off to retrieve the Bagua mirror.

Bai Sheng used an empty stainless steel trolley as a stepping stone and, with great effort, finally managed to pry the concave mirror off the door frame.

As soon as he got his hands on it, he treated it like a hot potato, and disgustedly threw it on the ground.

With a loud crash, the Bagua mirror shattered on the spot.

To vent his frustration, Bai Sheng even stomped on the broken glass twice with the sole of his shoe.

There was nothing that could be done about it; Bai Sheng was simply no match for Yang Guang.

If you can't beat them, you can only be a scapegoat and a punching bag.

Strangely enough, the octagonal mirror shattered as soon as it was broken.

The crooked cinnabar runes drawn on it instantly lost their luster.

The bone-chilling cold that had permeated the morgue vanished almost instantly, like a deflated balloon.

Even the surrounding temperature rose a few degrees, making it less eerie than before.

Ah Zeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much less pressure on his body.

He turned to Yang Guang, somewhat uneasy, and asked, "Brother, is that all?"

"Could you check if there's anything else or a formation inside?"

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and shook his head leisurely.

"That's all."

"It's just a simple Yin-gathering formation."

"It only works temporarily, forcibly pumping the surrounding yin energy into these corpses. This formation is not difficult to break."

Speaking of it.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and said with a sneer, "This evil cultivator probably just made up a smokescreen, using a few broken corpses as cannon fodder to deliberately delay us."

"but……"

Yang Guang changed the subject, his gaze falling on Bai Sheng, who had just jumped off the cart and was still dusting off his trench coat.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Old Zeng, didn't you just say that while this big-nosed guy is a complete weakling in combat, he's alright in other areas?"

"Now that the yin energy has dissipated, it will depend on your abilities to find the real mastermind behind it all."

Yang Guang gestured with his chin toward Bai Sheng: "Let him give it a try."

"It'll be good for me to broaden my horizons."

Upon hearing this, Bai Sheng's previously timid demeanor instantly changed.

This is like having a pillow delivered to you when you're sleepy!

I was beaten to a pulp in the pile of corpses just now, losing all face, but now I've finally entered my area of ​​expertise!

Bai Sheng straightened his back as if he had seized an opportunity.

Although his face was still swollen like a steamed bun, and his left eye was bruised, he still held his neck straight and looked at Yang Guang with a smug expression.

He snorted coldly, his face full of arrogance, and said, "Hmph!"

"Don't think you're something special just because you have some brute strength!"

"What good is having a strong fist when you encounter a situation where heretical practitioners are hiding?"

"Aren't we still completely clueless and at a loss?"

Bai Sheng patted his chest, spouting boastful words through his lisping mouth: "In crucial moments, we still have to rely on our Qimen Dunjia!"

"Today I'll show you, you country bumpkin, what real Qimen Dunjia is all about!"

Done.

Bai Sheng carefully took out an old compass, completely black and covered with dense golden runes, from the inner pocket of his tattered trench coat.

This thing looks like an old antique.

Bai Sheng held the compass flat with both hands, his expression instantly becoming extremely serious.

His one eye, which wasn't completely swollen, was fixed on the compass needle. He walked around the morgue, his feet following the directions of the Bagua.

He was muttering something under his breath.

Anyway, it must be a family-inherited tracking spell.

Yang Guang stood aside, watching Bai Sheng's serious expression, and couldn't help but nudge Zeng next to him.

"Old Zeng, what the hell is he reciting?"

"How come the words used by the fortune tellers who sell phone screen protectors under the overpass are exactly the same?"

Ah Zeng coughed twice and lowered his voice, saying, "This is the Bai family's secret technique for tracking qi."

"As long as that evil cultivator leaves even the slightest trace of his aura here, this compass can follow the clues to find his hiding place."

Just as the two were whispering to each other.

The compass in Bai Sheng's hand suddenly emitted a faint buzzing sound.

Followed by.

The golden pointer in the center of the compass started spinning rapidly, as if it had been injected with adrenaline!

It spun around like a big windmill.

A look of wild joy appeared on Bai Sheng's face. He turned his head and raised his chin provocatively at Yang Guang.

"See that!"

"That's professionalism!"

"Once the clock stops, even if that bastard crawls into a crack in the ground, I'll still pull him out!"