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

He walked over and pulled Bai Sheng, who was lying on the ground pretending to be blind, to his feet. The two of them limped out of the abandoned crematorium and casually closed the dilapidated iron gate behind them.

The factory fell silent again.

Only occasionally does a bubble rise from the blood pool, making a sickening popping sound.

Yang Guang turned around.

His gaze fell on the four skinned corpses.

These were all living people captured by the black-robed man to be used to refine magical artifacts. Before their deaths, they endured unimaginable torture, and their resentment soared to the heavens.

If these four things were nourished by yin energy normally, they would have turned into ferocious demons long ago.

Fortunately, I ran into Yang Guang today.

Yang Guang walked to the edge of the blood pool and bit his right middle finger.

He forced out a drop of bright red blood essence, which hovered on his fingertip.

Yang Guang flicked his wrist, using blood as ink, and quickly drew a soul-gathering talisman in mid-air.

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into specks of golden light that sprinkled onto the four corpses.

"now!"

Yang Guang gave a sharp shout.

Above the previously deathly still blood pool, a chilling, eerie wind suddenly rose from the ground.

Four semi-transparent, twisted figures were forcibly pulled out from the four bloody, mangled corpses.

These four souls had long been corrupted by resentment and lost their reason.

As soon as it emerged, it opened its mouth, which was emitting black energy, revealing its fangs, as if it wanted to go berserk and bloodthirsty.

Yang Guang gave a cold laugh.

His Celestial Master Qi suddenly erupted, forming a golden aura more than three meters high on the spot.

That pure yang energy, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, directly suppressed the four vengeful ghosts' claws that were about to be raised.

Although they had lost their minds, their remaining instincts reminded them of the scene a few minutes earlier when this god of death used four qi swords to instantly kill those old monsters.

The fear etched deep into their souls caused the four vengeful ghosts to wither on the spot.

The four vengeful ghosts flipped over in mid-air and knelt upright in front of Yang Guang.

He was trembling all over and didn't dare to breathe.

"That's right."

Yang Guang suppressed his inner energy, put his hands in his pockets, and put on a professional smile that was as gentle as a spring breeze: "It's not good to fight in the middle of the night."

He cleared his throat and adopted the air of the manager of the funeral parlor.

Let me introduce myself.

"I am the head of the Office for the Assistance of the Deceased, and I am here to guide those of you who died unjustly."

"I know you died a terrible death."

"But the person who harmed you has already been wiped out by me, not even a trace of their soul remains."

"I've avenged you all."

"According to the rules, I can now send you down to line up for reincarnation."

However, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

"We need to settle the service fee."

The four vengeful ghosts knelt on the ground, looking at each other in bewilderment.

They don't even have clothes, let alone money.

One of the spirits, who looked like a middle-aged, overweight man, opened his mouth tremblingly: "Heavens...Master Celestial...we...we have no money..."

"Don't mention money to me!"

"Too tacky!"

Yang Guang interrupted him.

"The rules of the Rebirth Agency are that upon completion of the commission, one ghost tooth and ten drops of ghost tears will be collected."

The four dead men immediately understood what Yang Guang meant when they heard his words.

Isn't all you want to get are the Demon Fang and the Demon Tear?

If you're willing to go all out, you can have plenty of these.

Then the fat man steeled his heart.

He stretched out his right hand, which was covered in black energy, and shoved it directly into his mouth.

Pull hard.

He forcefully ripped off a black ghost tooth that emanated a strong sense of yin energy and placed it in his palm.

He then blinked hard, recalling the horrific scene of being skinned alive.

Ten drops of ghost tears quickly rolled out, and Yang Guang immediately handed him the jade bottle.

He took it and then caught Ghost Tears.

The other three vengeful ghosts followed suit, showing absolutely no intention of resisting.

Yang Guang put away the jade bottle and the ghost tooth, formed a soul-guiding seal with one hand, recited a spell, and directly set up a path to guide the soul.

"Go in."

"Line up properly, don't cut in line."

The four vengeful ghosts were moved to tears and kowtowed three times to Yang Guangbang.

They transformed into four beams of white light, disappeared into the Soul Guiding Path.

We saw these four off.

Yang Guang turned around, rubbing his hands together as he walked toward the four corpses of evil cultivators beside the blood pool.

These old bastards have been running rampant for twenty years.

He must be carrying a lot of goods.

Yang Guang walked up to the old ghost Bone Demon and disdainfully used the tip of his shoe to push aside the old ghost's clothes.

He pulled a dusty gray cloth bag from under his belt.

Then they went to look through the Blood-Clad Granny and the Two-Faced Poisonous Scorpion.

These two old women are even more pathetic.

He had several dark urns containing ashes hidden on his body, as well as a tattered funeral banner.

The banner for summoning souls was covered in filthy blood.

Yang Guang forced himself to endure the stench and piled them together.

Finally, there was the masked man in black robes.

Yang Guang pulled out a bronze cauldron covered with strange runes from his pocket.

This bronze cauldron is about the size of a palm, and it feels extremely cold to the touch, so cold that it makes your bones ache.

"What a load of junk."

Yang Guang looked at the small pile of magical artifacts on the ground, from which came a series of eerie screams and scratching sounds.

These old dogs capture living people to practice their magic; there must be a lot of vengeful spirits among them.

Yang Guang took a deep breath.

With his hands clasped together, pure Celestial Master Qi surged forth from his palms and slammed onto the pile of magical artifacts.

Several sharp, crisp sounds.

The jar, the soul-summoning banner, the cloth bag, and the bronze cauldron were all shattered into dust by this domineering pure yang energy.

The seal has been broken.

An extremely cold wind swept through the entire room, and countless translucent figures poured out from the fragments of the magical artifact.

The entire factory was filled with deformed, squeezed ghosts.

These souls are incomplete.

Some had no arms, some had no legs, and some even had half their heads chopped off.

They huddled together, tearing at each other, their eyes filled with nothing but extreme fear and frenzy.

They were all tortured to death.

Yang Guang stood still, rapidly counting the numbers with his fingers.

The more he pointed, the uglier Yang Guang's expression became.

Thirty-five in total!

Thirty-five innocent living people were captured and turned into fuel for these evil magical artifacts!

Including the four above the blood pool from earlier.

Nearly forty lives lost!

Yang Guang gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

He constantly talked about making money and asking for a bride price, displaying a carefree and irresponsible attitude.

But deep down, he is the only Celestial Master in this degenerate age.

Looking at the sky filled with the tragic and broken souls, Yang Guang could no longer suppress the anger in his chest.

"Fuck you!"

Yang Guang kicked out and slammed his foot hard into the corpse of the black-robed man next to him.

He kicked the cold corpse two meters away, sending it crashing into the edge of the blood pool: "Letting you die like this is too good for you!"

Yang Guang cursed and swore.

Those old monsters died too easily.

A few sword energies were enough to send them to the afterlife.

If he had known these bastards had committed such a terrible sin, he would have extracted their souls and spirits separately.

Find a cesspool, bury yourself in it for a hundred or two hundred years, and feed them your own poop every day!

Even if you throw them into the deepest hell and fry them into dough twists every day, that would still be giving them face!

Scolds are scolded.

The mess still needs to be cleaned up.