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

Frustrated, Yang Guang grabbed a handful of his messy hair, sat up abruptly, and rummaged through the pockets of his faded school uniform.

He pulled out the secondhand smartphone with three cracks in the screen.

Press the power button firmly with your thumb.

The screen flickered, then lit up with a faint white light, before going completely black. It died before the boot animation even finished.

"Damn it!"

Enraged, Yang Guang threw his phone at the foot of the bed, muttering angrily, "This piece of junk, of all times, it had to die at this crucial moment!"

no way.

We pulled off a big job tonight, making a real million!

For Yang Guang, a money-grubbing shrew who dreams of making money, getting married, and having children for the Yang family, this is a different story.

I can't sleep soundly without checking my bank account balance before bed.

But my phone is completely dead, and with nothing to do, all I can do is sleep.

"You fatso, if I don't see you far ahead by tomorrow morning, I'll bang your shiny bald head like a wooden fish!"

Yang Guang muttered something and collapsed back onto the bed.

After all, he has been quite busy lately.

Not only do they have to attend classes (although they sleep at school anyway), they also have to entertain clients and handle matters late at night, which is extremely physically demanding.

I hadn't been lying down for long.

The room was filled with the sound of even breathing, and Yang Guang went straight to counting money in his dream.

He was wrong.

The person guarding outside was not that evil cultivator with a face full of pustules at all.

Outside the office for those who have passed away.

The pale green lantern light swayed in the cold wind, casting a ghastly green glow on the bluestone path in front of the courtyard.

In the dark alley across the street.

Three middle-aged men stood there like statues.

They were of different heights.

Without exception, they were all dressed in black, almost blending into the darkness.

A gust of cold wind blew, and all three of them couldn't help but shiver.

They've been watching this place all day.

I've been watching from day to night, my legs are almost numb from standing, and I only just saw Yang Guang slowly stroll back.

But they did not act rashly.

Even after Yang Guang went inside and the gate was closed, they remained squatting outside for over an hour.

But an hour passed.

The office for the deceased was eerily quiet; not even a dog barked.

After Yang Guang went in, there was no reaction at all!

This made them even more puzzled.

now.

One of the short, middle-aged men rubbed his hands together.

He lowered his voice, his tone full of impatience: "Brother, it's been over an hour, and there hasn't been a sound from inside."

"That kid's probably fast asleep by now!"

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in the short man's eyes, and he spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Just that little brat, not even fully grown up, and he's the successor of the Office of the Reincarnation?"

"With that level of vigilance, they're not even as wary as a stray dog ​​on the street!"

A lean, middle-aged man next to him nodded in agreement.

He touched the cold dagger tucked at his waist, his words dripping with disdain: "Second Brother is right!"

"Brother, I'd say we're being too cautious!"

"This office for the deceased has probably long since lost its lineage by this generation; it's just an empty shell!"

"This kid wasn't even on guard."

"Why don't we just climb over the wall and take him down?"

The lean man's eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent: "Our deep-seated hatred for the Office of the Dead has been brewing for so many years!"

"We finally caught this last remaining survivor today. Only by sacrificing the life of the successor of the Office of the Reincarnated One can we wash away our shame!"

Although that was something from the previous generation.

But it is only right and proper for children to pay for their fathers' debts, and they also want revenge!

As long as they kill that kid named Yang Guang inside, they can finally put an end to this feud.

The short man eagerly chimed in, "That's right, brother, let's get started!"

"What are we doing keeping watch here in the middle of the night?"

"Go in, slit his throat cleanly and efficiently, then set this dilapidated yard on fire and get out of here!"

however.

The middle-aged man leading the group kept his brows furrowed, staring intently at the two tightly closed black doors.

Listening to the complaints of the two brothers beside me.

He turned his head sharply and glared at them sternly.

"Shut up!"

"You guys don't know anything!"

The middle-aged man leading the group lowered his voice and reprimanded them sternly, "You absolutely cannot go in now!"

The short man and the lean man exchanged a glance, both somewhat unconvinced.

"Big brother, why?"

"You think you can fool us brothers with just a good-for-nothing kid?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and pointed to the two stone unicorns hanging with red cloth at the entrance of the agency.

"Do you really think this funeral parlor is a public toilet, where you can just walk in whenever you want?"

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly, are those two stone kylins at the entrance just for decoration?"

"And in the courtyard, didn't you smell the eerie aura of that century-old locust tree?"

A hint of apprehension flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "What were the older generation's instructions back then?"

"This courtyard is fraught with danger!"

"Let's observe for a few more days before making a decision."

"The enemy is in the open while we are in the shadows; we must not alert them."

"That's all for tonight, let's head out!"

Done.

The middle-aged man took a deep look at the eerie green lantern, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Although the short man and the skinny man were full of resentment and clenched their fists tightly, they could only grit their teeth and follow, disappearing into the depths of the alley.

They had no idea.

While they were keeping watch, there was a big rooster in the yard looking at them like they were idiots.

Early the next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window cracks and fell on Yang Guang's face.

Yang Guang suddenly opened his eyes and jumped off the bed with a somersault.

The first thing I did was check my pockets.

Touching that cracked phone screen instantly ruined my mood.

"Damn it, I have to get a new phone today!"

Yang Guang wiped his face haphazardly, put on his signature shampoo-white school uniform, pushed open the door of the main room, and walked into the courtyard.

The rooster was strutting proudly in the yard, head down, searching for insects to eat in the cracks of the stone slabs.

I saw Yang Guang come out.

The rooster crowed twice and tilted its head to look at him.

Yang Guang walked to the gate, ripped open the bolt, and peered into the alley across the street.

It was completely empty; there wasn't even a ghost in sight.

Yang Guang stretched out a big yawn, his face full of mockery: "These idiots were lucky to run away."

"Someone who stays up all night to work as my security guard must have had their brain squeezed by a door."

Ignoring the few inexplicable stalkers from last night, Yang Guang locked the door and headed out of the old town.

The most important thing now is to collect the cell phones!