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

"Now that we've found out the details, what do we do next?"

Mr. Lin wrung his hands anxiously, his chubby face jiggling as he asked, "Should we just go over there and wipe it out?"

"nonsense."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and put his hands back into his school uniform pockets: "We've investigated everything thoroughly. Are you suggesting we keep it at home for the New Year?"

"This thing dares to be so arrogant even with its split soul. If we don't uproot it, it will definitely be a menace in the future."

Mr. Lin nodded repeatedly: "Alright, I'll go with you!"

He had only taken two steps when he turned back, looked at his daughter lying on the bed who had just regained some life, and stopped abruptly.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Master Yang, is it really alright to leave my daughter here?"

Mr. Lin swallowed hard, then pulled a tissue from his pocket to wipe his sweat: "Should we leave someone at home to keep things under control?"

"Just leave someone to look after my daughter and make sure nothing happens to her."

Mr. Lin gritted his teeth and dropped a bombshell: "I'll add another 50,000!"

fifty thousand!

As soon as those two words were uttered, the ears of the three people and the dog in the room all perked up.

Jia Youcai's tiny, beady eyes gleamed with greed.

He straightened his tattered Taoist robe, cleared his throat, and strode forward, ready to take on this lucrative job.

Yang Guang completely ignored him.

His gaze went straight past Jia Youcai's bald head and landed precisely on the bald-headed Chu Sheng.

"Old Chu."

Yang Guang raised his chin slightly: "You stay here."

"You can keep the money yourself later."

Chu Sheng's small eyes widened as round as copper bells, and his breathing became heavier.

Fifty thousand yuan!

All to myself?

Such a windfall was something he would never have dared to dream of when he was begging for alms at the temple!

Chu Sheng slammed the large Bluetooth speaker he was holding onto the wooden floor and thumped his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Brother Guang!"

"With this humble monk here to keep order, even if the King of Hell himself came with his minions to take someone away, I would still make him release the person before he left!"

Chu Sheng sidled up to Yang Guang, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely obsequious tone, "Brother Guang, you're such a good friend!"

"Once this is all settled and I get the money, I'll immediately go buy you the latest, most advanced model!"

"Absolutely top-of-the-line!"

"I guarantee your ranked matches will be incredibly smooth, no more lag!"

These words were like a shot in the arm, piercing Yang Guang's heart.

His phone breaking down was his biggest worry today.

The gloom on Yang Guang's face vanished instantly.

His lips curled up in a wild smile.

He patted Chu Sheng on the broad shoulder and exclaimed loudly, "Not bad, not bad!"

"You have a bright future ahead of you, monk!"

"I believe in you!"

Standing to the side, Jia Youcai was so anxious he was jumping up and down: "Junior brother, this isn't fair!"

"I, Old Jia, am a veteran of countless battles. Entrusting me with this crucial task of guarding the rear is just as good!"

"I only need 30,000!"

Jia Youcai, his face flushed red, began to snatch business.

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways and said, "You should just forget about it."

"Come with us."

Jia Youcai blushed and shut his mouth.

Seeing that the personnel arrangements were in place, General Manager Lin was completely relieved: "Master Yang, let's set off immediately and strike while the iron is hot."

Mr. Lin, holding the car keys, hurriedly led the way.

The group descended the stairs in a grand procession.

Chu Sheng was left in the villa, tapping a wooden fish while adjusting the sound system, preparing the song list for tonight's memorial service.

Mr. Lin drove that Maybach himself.

Yu Zixin sat in the passenger seat.

Yang Guang, Jia Youcai, and Er Lengzi squeezed into the back row.

Since Chu Sheng wasn't there, one car was enough for them, and they even had some to spare.

The car drove out of the upscale villa area and headed straight for the old town.

That old house is in Kangping Community in the east of the city. It was a resettlement house built more than 20 years ago, and the community facilities are extremely old.

Most of the streetlights were broken, and the road was full of potholes.

The Maybach struggled through the narrow alley, its chassis scraping against speed bumps every now and then, making Mr. Lin gasp in pain.

The carriage was eerily quiet.

Mr. Lin's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were constantly sweating, and his eyes kept glancing at the rearview mirror.

Mr. Lin couldn't hold back any longer and broke the silence: "Master Yang, just how fierce is that doll that's become sentient?"

Yang Guang leaned back in the leather seat, closing his eyes to rest.

"It absorbed ten years of yang energy and resentment, and the old house had been uninhabited for three years, which gathered yin energy and generated evil spirits."

"This thing holds grudges the most."

"You threw it away like trash, so it's bound to retaliate."

"It's just an object with some magical properties, don't overthink it."

"If it dares to show its face tonight, I'll send it back to the furnace for a complete overhaul."

The Maybach stopped in front of a drab, old-fashioned apartment building.

It was quiet all around, not even the chirping of insects.

A gust of cold wind blew out from the stairwell, stirring up the plastic bags on the ground.

Yu Zixin pushed open the car door, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she shivered.

It's much colder here than in Mr. Lin's new villa.

That kind of cold isn't just low temperature; it's a chilling cold that seeps straight into your bones.

Er Lengzi jumped out of the car.

As soon as it landed, its fur stood on end.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, stared intently at the dark entrance to the apartment building.

A low, guttural gurgling sound came from his throat.

I'm also a little excited.

It seems it has already detected the taste of the snacks.

Yang Guang opened his eyes and pushed open the car door.

My gaze swept past the building entrance and across a window on the second floor.

The windowpane was covered with a thick layer of dust.

But behind that layer of dust, a pair of small eyes emitting a pale light could be faintly seen, looking down at the people below.

Yang Guang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Found you."

He strode forward and headed straight for the stairwell entrance.

Mr. Lin followed behind, trembling, holding a powerful flashlight.

The stairwell was littered with trash and discarded cardboard boxes, and there wasn't even a motion-activated light.

The air was filled with a musty, pungent smell, mixed with a faint hint of blood.

Yu Zixin pulled two yellow talismans out of her schoolbag, clutching them tightly in her hand, her palms sweaty.

Upon reaching the second floor, Mr. Lin pointed to the security door on the left, which was covered in scratches.

"This is...this is the place. It hasn't been opened for three years."

The door lock was rusted long ago, and the keyhole was half blocked with mud.

Mr. Lin took out a bunch of old keys and tried to insert them for a long time but couldn't.

Yang Guang pushed him aside: "President Lin, don't waste your time opening the door, let me do it!"

Yang Guang raised his right leg, aimed it at the lock of the security door, and kicked it hard.

A loud "bang" was heard.

The already aging security door bounced open and slammed into the wall.

The door opened.

A thick, inky black aura rushed towards us.

The beam of the flashlight shone in.

The living room was completely empty, with all the old furniture covered in white cloth.

And on the floor in the very center of the living room.

An old cardboard box, less than half a meter tall, was placed neatly on the table.

The box was covered with countless eerie red totems, like traces left by dried blood.