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

"Shut up."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this fatso.

He looked down at the paper figure at his feet and sneered.

"Stop pretending to be a ghost."

"If you're so capable, then climb over this internet cable and chop me up!"

"I think you're not only a coward, but also a complete idiot!"

"If you know what's good for you, wash your neck clean and wait. When I come knocking, I'll scatter your ashes as fertilizer!"

The voice inside the paper figure laughed in anger.

"Hehehe..."

"What a boastful brat!"

"Since you're so eager to meddle, tonight is your death day!"

The voice just fell.

The paper figure suddenly burst into flames!

A malevolent aura, ten times stronger than that emanating from the doll, instantly erupted throughout the restaurant!

The marble floor was charred black, radiating high temperature like a branding iron.

at the same time.

The once peaceful night sky outside the villa was suddenly filled with strong winds.

The restaurant's huge floor-to-ceiling windows were violently shaken by the wind, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several muffled thuds followed.

All the lights in the villa were turned off.

The entire room instantly fell into a deathly silence and darkness.

Only the pale moonlight from outside shone through the window, illuminating the terrified faces of the crowd.

This sudden turn of events greatly frightened Mr. Lin and his family.

Mr. Lin's wife rolled her eyes and slumped into her chair, looking like she was about to faint.

Mr. Lin's fat jiggled wildly as he clung tightly to his wife, and the two of them trembled as they crawled under the dining table.

Yang Guang, however, stood up calmly, his hands in his school uniform pockets, a cold smile on his lips.

Staring intently at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Just then.

With lightning speed, a figure slid in and precisely slipped under the table where President Lin and his group were sitting.

By the dim moonlight, President Lin took a closer look and was completely dumbfounded.

Holy crap?

Isn't this the same Master Jia who was just spouting nonsense, bragging about how he's traveled all over the country and is incredibly powerful?

Mr. Lin was completely dumbfounded; he felt like his brainstem was about to shrink.

Unable to contain her panic, she asked, "Master Jia... Master Jia, what are you doing hiding here?"

"This is a vengeful ghost coming to our door!"

"Go out and perform a ritual to get rid of it!"

As a result, Jia Youcai clutched his tattered Taoist robe tightly and said righteously, "Boss Lin, what are you panicking about!"

Don't worry!

"With my junior brother here, everything is absolutely safe. My junior brother is the current Celestial Master!"

"Why would I, an old veteran, need to deal with such a punk?"

"I came here to protect you!"

As Jia Youcai spoke, he pushed his way in, saying, "Hey, you two, hurry up and move over a bit."

"Don't take up such a big space."

"I want to come in too!"

Mr. Lin was so squeezed that his face was pressed against the table leg, and he was speechless.

I was even more puzzled.

You dare say you're here to protect us?

The way you look at me doesn't seem like you're here to protect us; it looks more like you're here to hide with us.

And you can hide all you want, but you're taking up more space than I am!

Mr. Lin gritted his teeth in anger: "Master Jia, you took my money, and now you want me to make room for you at a time like this?"

Jia Youcai, shameless as ever, said in a low voice, "Boss Lin, that's not how the accounts are calculated."

"The money you gave us is just to help your daughter get back to normal."

"Now you say your daughter has recovered, right?"

"We'll see."

"Exorcising demons and monsters comes at a different price."

"I'm saving my own life now so I can continue to serve you in the future!"

President Lin almost coughed up blood.

If the situation outside hadn't been so bad, President Lin would have really wanted to kick that old swindler out.

However, President Lin dared not say this out loud now, after all, this old conman was at least an insider, and hiding with him gave him some confidence.

at this time.

Yang Guang and the others all stood up and stared out the window.

A fierce wind was blowing outside the villa.

The branches were blown about like claws.

The air outside was filled with a dense, almost dripping, yin energy.

Even through the bulletproof glass, you could feel a bone-chilling cold seeping in.

"Snapped!"

Sudden.

A muffled thud struck the French windows.

Followed by.

To everyone's astonishment, a bloody handprint appeared on the glass window without warning!

The handprint was only the size of a baby's, but the moment it was pressed, blood started flowing down the glass.

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap clap!"

The continuous muffled thuds were like a dense drumbeat.

One after another, bloody handprints appeared out of thin air on the huge glass window.

Densely packed!

In less than ten seconds, the entire huge floor-to-ceiling window was covered.

A sea of ​​red!

By the moonlight, the scene was enough to terrify anyone.

The blood flowing down the glass even outlined distorted, struggling, grotesque faces.

Yang Guang didn't care at all; in fact, he even felt a little amused.

These days.

Do evil cultivators always like to use special effects when they appear?

Isn't this a complete waste of blood packs?

It would be so much better if we just transferred the money for these props to him!

Yang Guang turned to Mr. Lin, who was under the table, and shouted, "Mr. Lin, how much would it cost to replace this piece of glass?"

"That brat dirtied the glass. If it breaks when I beat him up later, I won't pay for it."

Trembling under the table, General Manager Lin cried out, "Master Yang, don't worry about the details right now!"

"Let's take them in quickly."

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

really.

Rich people are so extravagant! This floor-to-ceiling window must be worth something, and if they don't have to take responsibility for it, they have nothing to worry about.

Yu Zixin, standing behind Yang Guang, was a little flustered.

She bit her lip hard, gripping the strap of her pink backpack with one hand and clutching a handful of talismans tightly with the other.

My palms were covered in cold sweat.

Even though she had learned a lot from the old master in her dreams, this was the first time she had ever seen such a spectacle in person.

Those bloody handprints felt like they were slapped directly into her heart.

However, when she turned her head and glanced at Yang Guang.

I discovered this guy was shaking his leg!

Correct!

It's just leg shaking!

That nonchalant expression, even carrying a hint of disdain and calculation about how much money he could make.

Yu Zixin felt inexplicably at peace.

With this lunatic around, even if the sky falls, he can still punch a hole in it.

Meanwhile, on the other side was Chu Sheng.

The fat monk wasn't afraid at all; instead, his eyes lit up.

He reached up and touched his shiny bald head, then casually put down the large Bluetooth speaker he was carrying on his shoulder.

Fingers frantically tapped the phone screen.

The moment a notification tone indicating a successful electronic connection sounded abrupt in the quiet restaurant.

Chu Sheng held the microphone in one hand, brought it to his lips, and blew on it twice: "Hello? Hello?"

"Let's test the sound."

He turned to look at Yang Guang and asked in a low voice, "Brother Guang, this is quite a big fuss."

"How about I play a bass-heavy electronic version of the Great Compassion Mantra?"

"Should we brainwash these clueless little karaomi?"