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

Yang Guang looked up at the more than thirty remnant souls scattered in the sky.

With a flick of his right hand, he pulled out a stack of calming talismans.

He had plenty of these low-level talismans in his bag; he just drew them for fun when he was bored in class.

"The Supreme Star, ever-responsive!"

"To exorcise evil spirits and protect your life!"

Yang Guang threw the stack of talismans into the air.

The talisman transformed into a shower of golden rain, falling precisely on the heads of the thirty-five remnant souls.

Bathed in golden light.

The frenzied emotions of the remnant souls quickly subsided.

The soul stopped trembling, and the mutilated limbs slowly regenerated under the nourishment of the calming talisman.

They slowly descended to the ground.

He stared blankly at his surroundings.

Yang Guang scanned the group of ghosts.

His gaze lingered on a few young female ghosts huddled together in the corner.

Yang Guang walked over.

Look closely.

Aren't these the girls who were murdered before, but whose remnants of souls were forcibly preserved by him through a soul-summoning ritual?

At that time, their main souls were taken away by evil cultivators, leaving only one soul and one spirit wandering outside.

Now we've finally found the main soul.

This was handled very transparently.

Yang Guang drew several runes in the air with both hands and then struck them directly between the eyebrows of the girls.

"Three souls and seven spirits, gather!"

The instruction has been issued.

The souls of those girls trembled violently.

The missing intelligence was completely restored, and the eyes regained full clarity.

They recognized Yang Guang standing in front of them.

This was the young Taoist priest who helped them preserve their last glimmer of hope.

Pfft!

Several girls knelt down before Yang Guang in unison.

His forehead slammed against the cold cement floor with a dull thud: "Thank you, Master Celestial!"

"Thank you for avenging us!"

The girls were crying their eyes out; even though they were ghosts, the scene was still heartbreaking.

Yang Guang couldn't stand seeing women cry.

Not to mention a group of female ghosts kneeling in front of you, crying.

He scratched his head in frustration: "Alright, alright, get up, everyone."

"However, the rules of the Office for the Assistance of the Deceased cannot be broken."

"One ghost tooth, ten drops of ghost tears. After you hand them over, I'll send you to the underworld."

Several girls quickly broke off their ghost teeth and desperately squeezed out ghost tears.

He handed it to Yang Guang respectfully.

The thirty-odd ghosts nearby, witnessing this scene, all regained consciousness.

It turns out that this gentleman is a living deity in charge of reincarnation and guiding the deceased to the afterlife.

After being tormented in this broken magical artifact in darkness for so long, being able to queue up for reincarnation is already the best possible outcome.

In a short time.

These thirty-odd ghosts spontaneously formed four long lines.

Their movements were incredibly synchronized.

Queuing up to get a tooth pulled.

Tears streamed down their faces as they stood in line.

The entire crematorium building was filled with the sound of teeth snapping.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would be terrified.

Yang Guang, holding the jade bottle, stood at the front of the line collecting his payment.

The stock in the jade bottle was visibly increasing.

Yang Guang's brain began to work frantically.

Thirty-five ghosts.

Including the original four.

A total of thirty-nine documents!

Each portion contains one ghost tooth and ten drops of ghost tears.

That's just enough to make thirty-nine ghost pearls.

This means that the bottle in his hand now contains nearly four million!

Four million!

Yang Guang felt his heart pounding wildly.

He spent a whole semester collecting mineral water bottles at school and going to the cafeteria to get free soup, but he couldn't even afford three yuan in his pocket.

Today I became a millionaire!

The dowry is enough to get a wife.

Not only that, but you can also buy a large three-bedroom apartment in downtown Fengdu.

Maybe we can even save some money to help the Yang family expand their family and find a better postpartum care center.

"They've made a killing!"

Yang Guang put the last document into the jade bottle.

One-handed hand seal.

The path to guide souls opened wide once more: "Go in, all of you, and may you be reborn into a better life next time."

More than thirty ghosts bowed deeply to Yang Guang.

They lined up and walked into the golden light, then disappeared without a trace.

The eerie wind dissipated.

The golden light receded.

The abandoned crematorium factory has returned to utter silence.

Yang Guang stood in the center of the empty factory, clutching the heavy jade bottle in his hand.

Based on his previous personality.

Now I'll dance a little, then call those lazy bums and fat monks outside who're just eating and drinking for free.

Let them order two whole roasted lambs to celebrate.

of course.

It must have cost Chu Sheng's money.

But now.

Yang Guang found that he couldn't laugh at all.

He looked down at the jade bottle in his hand; the bottle's walls were icy cold.

But these four million are so heavy!

This isn't a free lunch.

This was achieved at the cost of forty innocent families being shattered and forty lives being lost.

They should have had their own lives.

Yesterday, they might have been worrying about their mortgage payments, or preparing dinner for their high school daughter.

As a result, these few scoundrels who practiced evil magic became consumables in the magic artifacts.

Yang Guang let out a long breath.

The stale air in my lungs has been expelled, but my mood still feels like it's filled with a stone.

Since returning from the army at the age of eighteen, I have taken over this dilapidated funeral parlor.

Grandpa gave me those strict rules before he died.

He always thought it was just a rigid set of rules that the old man had set to pay off his debts.

They only accept payment from ghosts, not from the living.

He used to complain that the rules were outrageous and prevented him from getting rich.

But until tonight.

He watched as the group of remnant souls knelt on the ground, filled with gratitude.

Only then did he truly understand the meaning of the plaque that read "Death Requisition Office" hanging in the center of the main room.

Just how much weight does it actually carry?

In this world.

There always has to be someone to redress the grievances that the living cannot, and to stand up for the dead.

Someone has to take them, right?

Yang Guang stuffed the jade bottle into the pocket of his faded tracksuit and patted it twice.

Then he turned and walked toward the door he had kicked down.

The night wind outside swirled into the factory, lifting the hem of his wide coat.

Yang Guang stopped at the door frame.

Turn your head to the side.

Looking at the corpses of the old monsters by the blood pool, Yang Guang spat fiercely at them.

"You little punk!"

"I'm really annoyed right now, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!"

"What is that?!"

When Yang Guang came out, he saw that Zeng was still negotiating with Zhao Gang, and Lin Yue had even brought a team of people over, completely sealing off the scene.

Upon seeing Yang Guang, everyone gathered around.

Zhao Gang, in particular, couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you've finally come out."

"Oh, right."

"Has the missing body been found?"

Yang Guang nodded: "There are a few bodies among them, but we don't know if they're the ones that disappeared."

"Anyway, it's pretty terrible."

Upon hearing this...

Zhao Gang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately looked at Lin Yue, who nodded and promptly arranged for the forensic doctor to enter the scene.

Zhao Gang looked at Yang Guang and said, "Brother, you've worked hard today."

"It's alright."

"Just treat me to a big meal."

Upon hearing this...

Zhao Gang immediately nodded: "No problem, I'll treat you another day, brother, you can eat whatever you want."

"But you've seen what's happening today."

"It really won't work."

Yang Guang pursed his lips; he knew this would happen, so he immediately looked at Ah Zeng and chuckled...

P.S.: Sorry everyone, I'm off to work now and don't have enough time, so I can only update twice a day. I'm really sorry, but don't worry, I definitely won't stop updating. I can guarantee that, hehe. Thanks to everyone who read this far, Dragon Fruit thanks you!