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

Done.

Yang Guang suddenly clasped his hands together, his fingers flying like phantoms, instantly changing into a hand seal.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together, pointed fiercely at the plume of black smoke, and snapped impatiently, "You come here!"

"boom!"

Yang Guang shouted loudly.

The previously flickering, dark blue flames suddenly rose three feet higher!

Instantly!

The illusory figure also solidified at this moment.

The black smoke dissipated.

A lean, shifty-eyed middle-aged man fell sprawled from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the yellow earth in front of the new grave.

The man's body appeared semi-transparent.

There was also a fresh scratch on the left side of his neck, which matched the bloodstains on the tree branch perfectly.

Needless to say.

This is definitely one of the culprits who dug up graves!

However, this guy is completely bewildered right now.

His soul left his body, and he was completely out of commission.

He remembered that he had just been in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, drawing talismans with his older brother on the corpse that had just been dug up.

Suddenly everything went black, and it felt like I was being dragged along by the neck with an iron chain.

How did I end up in this desolate wilderness the moment I opened my eyes?

The lean man shook his head in confusion and got up from the ground.

When he looked up, he saw Yang Guang standing in front of him, looking down at him.

And next to him were a fat monk and an old Taoist priest.

There was also a husky drooling over him.

"you……"

The lean man was about to speak.

Yang Guang launched a flying kick, landing squarely on the skinny man's face.

"Ouch!"

The lean man screamed in agony as his soul was kicked so hard it rolled several times on the ground, grimacing in pain.

Although he was in a spirit form, Yang Guang was the last Celestial Master.

This kick, imbued with powerful energy, caused ten times the pain to strike the soul, far exceeding the physical agony!

Yang Guang walked up to him with his hands in his pockets and a cold expression.

He stepped on the lean man's chest, his voice as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"So, you're the one who dug up my old sergeant's grave in the middle of the night?"

The lean man covered his face, terrified at the sight.

He finally realized what was happening.

It's like someone forcibly ripped my soul out!

To be able to extract a soul from a distance, what level of ruthless person must that be?

The lean man tried desperately to break free from Yang Guang's foot, but found that the foot, clad in an old canvas shoe, was like a mountain pressing down on him, and he couldn't move it an inch.

Yang Guang suddenly exerted force with his feet.

"what……"

The lean man let out another piercing scream.

Yang Guang stared at him coldly: "I'm asking you a question, who gave you permission to dig up the grave?"

"Where is the body?"

"If you dare utter a single word of nonsense, I'll make you utterly terrified right here on this mountain!"

Chu Sheng also came over at this time.

He was carrying a large porcelain cup engraved with golden Sanskrit characters.

He raised one hand to his chest and solemnly chanted the Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha."

"My lord, you're in deep trouble."

"Digging up someone's ancestral graves is a crime punishable by being sent to the Hell of Tongue Pulling in Buddhism."

"In my humble opinion, it would be better for me to use this physical method of deliverance to send you on your way, so that you can avoid suffering in the underworld."

talking.

Chu Sheng deliberately waved the heavy porcelain cup in front of the lean man.

If this thing were to hit a living soul, it would definitely turn him into a photograph.

Jia Youcai chimed in from the side, "That's right!"

"I've been a fortune teller my whole life, and I've never seen your forehead so dark and swollen!"

"You've reached the end of your life!"

"Confess honestly right now and try to get leniency!"

The lean man had never seen anything like it before.

A violent Taoist priest, a fat monk who uses a teacup as a weapon, and a fake Taoist priest who talks nonsense.

What kind of incredible combination is this?

But before he could even recover from his shock...

Suddenly, a dog's head appeared in front of him.

The simpleton stared at the two heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, and sniffed the wiry man's soul with his nose.

Immediately afterwards, the dog's mouth opened wide.

"Oh my god, Mr. Yang!"

"This stuff smells awful, but it should taste chewy!"

"How about we skip the interrogation and just let me have an extra meal?"

"Since I wasn't full from those meat buns earlier, I'll treat myself to this!"

Upon hearing this, the wiry man nearly had his soul ripped apart on the spot.

The dog spoke!

And he speaks with a strong Northeastern accent!

Do you still want to eat him?

He's done so many wicked things in his life, but to encounter a husky that speaks Northeastern dialect and then eat his soul raw—that's just too outrageous!

"No, no, no!"

"Don't eat me!"

The lean man completely broke down; his mental defenses crumbled instantly.

He no longer cared about any code of honor; saving his life was the most important thing right now.

"I'll say it!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Grandpa Yang, Master, Grandpa Dog!"

"Go easy on them, and watch your words!"

The lean man lay on the ground, weeping bitterly, and spilled everything he knew.

"We came here for you!"

Yang Guang frowned: "Coming for me?"

I immediately recalled the feeling of being spied on at the entrance of the funeral parlor last night.

It really was those idiots from last night!

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The lean man nodded repeatedly: "Our boss said they have an irreconcilable blood feud with the Office of the Reincarnation!"

"We staked out your door last night, but your yard is too eerie."

"There's also a stone unicorn formation at the entrance, so we didn't rush in."

"But my brother said we can't fight you head-on, but we can find a way to lure you out, and then we'll find out the relationship between the people in this tomb and you."

"My older brother brought us over in the middle of the night and dug up the body."

Hear this.

Yu Zixin, who was standing nearby, could no longer hold back. She rushed forward, her eyes red with tears, and demanded, "Where did you put my father's body?"

"He's already dead, why don't you even spare the dead!"

The lean man swallowed hard and glanced timidly at Yu Zixin.

"The body...the body is in an abandoned meat processing plant warehouse on the outskirts of the city."

"My elder brother wants to use evil energy to refine the corpse, turning it into a ferocious corpse, and then use it to deal with Yang Guang."

"He said that since it was someone Yang Guang knew, having someone he knew kill him would be the greatest humiliation for him..."

"Holy shit!"

Before the lean man could finish speaking, Yang Guang's eyes turned red.

His temper flared up on the spot!

He raised his foot and unleashed a barrage of kicks at the skinny man's face.

Each kick was imbued with visible golden energy, causing the wiry man's soul to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Their souls were kicked until they began to disintegrate.

"Corpse refining?"

"Use my old sergeant to create a corpse?"

"You fucking don't even know how to spell 'death'!"

"Our old sergeant suffered so much in his life, and you won't even let him rest in peace after he dies?"

"If I don't skin you alive today and use your skins as rags, I'm not a Yang!"