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

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head, his gaze still fixed on the blood-red window: "Whatever."

"Just don't shatter Boss Lin's bulletproof glass, or you'll have to pay for it later."

"This speaker of mine is vibration-damped; its main feature is its penetrating power!"

Done.

Chu Sheng's thumb was already hovering over the play button, ready to transform into a midnight DJ and deliver a Buddhist chant at any moment.

While all their attention was focused out the window, and they were on high alert, preparing for the great battle.

A discordant sound rang out in the darkness.

"Crack, click, click..."

"Smack smack..."

The sound was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent restaurant, like something frantically chewing bones.

Yang Guang frowned, turned his head sharply, and looked in the direction of the sound.

While everyone's attention was focused on the bloody handprint outside the French windows, this silly fellow brazenly sprawled on the dining table and began to feast!

It had an Australian lobster bigger than its dog face in its mouth!

It didn't even peel the shell; it just swallowed it whole and ate it very quickly.

When we were at the table earlier, Er Lengzi had restrained himself somewhat, after all, President Lin and the others were still there.

Now things are better.

The lights went out.

Everyone hid under the table.

It completely let itself go.

This guy swallowed the lobster in one gulp, then turned around and buried his head in the pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

They drank it down with great gusto, making slurping noises.

Seeing this, Chu Sheng was so angry that he almost threw the microphone in his hand.

"You damn dog!"

"I only took one sip of that Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup!"

"Save me an abalone!"

"Is your appetite a bottomless pit? You just ate a tomahawk steak, and now you're devouring my seafood!"

Er Lengzi raised his head, still chewing on half a crab leg.

It glanced at Chu Sheng with its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, and then rolled its eyes at him.

Then it turned its head and glanced at the bloody handprint outside the window.

That look in his eyes revealed three parts disdain, three parts mockery, and four parts the wisdom of looking down on idiots.

It was as if it was saying that these poor bastards outside couldn't even afford a hot meal and could only play around tapping on the glass.

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi casually called out to the window, then continued to gnaw on the remaining garlic oysters on the table.

The smacking sound made Yang Guang's veins throb.

Damn it!

I'm still not full!

You damn dog, you sure know how to pick your moments to snag a bargain!

Just then.

The fierce wind outside the door suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, the bloody handprints on the window seemed to boil, bubbling with blood.

Followed by.

A loud "bang" was heard.

The villa's front door was kicked open from the outside!

A biting, cold wind, mixed with fallen leaves and rain, rushed in instantly.

in the dark.

A tall, thin figure, accompanied by a strong aura of menace, walked into the living room step by step.

In his hand, he also dragged a mourning staff covered with black bells.

With each step, the bell made a piercing "ding-dong" sound.

The key is.

With his arrival, the yin energy and evil spirits in the villa seemed to rise to a new level.

If we tie this thing back on, will we not need to turn on the air conditioner in the summer?

How much money can that save?

The man who entered glanced coldly at everyone in the room, his tone extremely arrogant: "Tonight, none of you are leaving here."

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and slowly turned around.

He showed no panic at all when he saw the figure walking in.

Instead, their eyes lit up instantly.

Isn't a million dollars just handed to us on a whim?

This isn't some behind-the-scenes mastermind; this is clearly a walking God of Wealth!

Yang Guang curled his lip and sneered, "Oh, what a big mouth you have."

"You ate garlic this morning and didn't brush your teeth, did you?"

"Who are you trying to smoke by here?"

Done.

Yang Guang shouted, "Old Chu!"

Chu Sheng immediately grabbed the microphone and replied, "Here I am, Brother Guang, ready to serve customers anytime!"

"Music starts."

"Increase the intensity of this pretentious contraption!"

Chu Sheng slammed his thumb down on the play button.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The deafening heavy metal beats exploded instantly in the spacious villa!

The colorful ambient lights flashed wildly to the beat of the drums, turning the originally gloomy and terrifying living room into a tacky disco scene.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya!"

Accompanied by Chu Sheng's death-like screams and shouts.

The evil cultivator, who had just struck a pose and was about to show off, was so shocked by the enormous sound wave that he stumbled.

His cold expression instantly turned into utter bewilderment.

Even Mr. Lin, who was hiding under the table, was so shocked by the sudden bass that his heart skipped a beat.

Is this a scene of respectable people catching ghosts?

This is clearly a tacky, rural disco running late at night!

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The deep bass drumbeats made the marble floor tingle.

The colorful LED lights on the Bluetooth speaker were flashing wildly.

Red, green, and blue beams of light swept haphazardly across the living room, shattering the eerie and sinister atmosphere that had been permeating the space.

Chu Sheng, that fat bastard, held a microphone in one hand and waved the other hand wildly in mid-air.

Under the flash of the camera, his shiny bald head looked like an oversized reflective ball from a disco.

"Alone! I'm drinking myself into a stupor!"

"Drunk, I find myself paired with a beautiful woman!"

"Two eyes! They are the only ones who follow!"

"Amitabha Buddha, my foot!"

Chu Sheng shouted with great emotion and passion.

He even closed his eyes, and the fat on his entire large face jiggled rhythmically.

The most ridiculous thing is!

Accompanied by this fat man's death rap.

The large sandalwood prayer beads hanging around his neck began to emit rings of tangible golden light!

This Buddha's light is not the kind of sacred golden light that shines across the earth.

Instead, it was completely pulsating in sync with the deep bass drumbeats of the Great Compassion Mantra.

"Boom!" Let's light it up.

"Clap!" A soft "thump!"

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

This is definitely a voice-activated, sensory-based physical salvation ceremony with Buddha's light!

The Lin couple, who had been hiding under the table trembling with fear, were now completely dumbfounded.

Mr. Lin craned his neck, staring at the chaotic scene outside with his eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat.

What fear?

What are you afraid of?

It's all gone!

He even found the rhythm of the Great Compassion Mantra a bit catchy, and his right leg unconsciously started shaking to the beat under the table.

Jia Youcai even poked half his body out from under the table without any hesitation, holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand.

He chewed on a chicken leg while pointing at the heretical cultivator standing at the door.

Holy crap!

"Boss Lin, look at that bastard's face!"

When that evil cultivator made his appearance just now, he was incredibly arrogant and domineering.

Dragging a mourning staff in his hand, surrounded by thick, inky black energy, he kicked open the door and declared that he wanted to kill everyone in the house.

And now?

Under the pounding, heavy metal light of the Buddha, the protective aura he had used to feign supernatural powers was completely washed away.

Its true appearance was completely exposed to the air.

Good guy.

This is unwatchable!