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

He calmly pulled a yellow talisman from his bag and quickly drew a rebirth mantra on it with his finger.

A flick of the wrist.

The yellow talisman burned in mid-air, transforming into a golden gate of light.

"Alright!"

"Funds paid, line up, and go report to the underworld one by one!"

"Remember, be a good person in your next life!"

The vengeful ghosts, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, bowed deeply in gratitude.

They covered their leaky mouths and rushed into the golden portal, disappearing without a trace.

All the evil spirits were sent away.

Yang Guang carefully stuffed the cloth bag into the bottom of the canvas bag and patted the dust off his hands.

Done!

He turned and walked to the execution table, glancing at the old squad leader's mangled body.

His gaze turned cold again.

Yang Guang reached out and pulled out the seven Seven Fiend Soul-Locking Nails, each stained with black blood, one by one, and then cleaned his seven orifices.

After doing all this.

He turned to look at Yu Chengguang and Yu Zixin in the corner.

"Old squad leader, I've taken care of those few bastards for you."

"So what are you planning to do now?"

"Should I bury your body again, or should I cremate it directly?"

The words fell.

Yu Chengguang and his daughter Yu Zixin had just finished catching up and walked over side by side from the corner.

Yang Guang took a special look at this adopted daughter.

It was discovered that Yu Zixin no longer had that unbearable sadness on her face.

Instead, there was an inexplicable excitement in his eyes!

How could I not be excited?

She just had a good talk with her dad.

What kind of death is this for my own father?

This is clearly a case of switching tracks and directly getting into the system!

A grim reaper with official status!

As long as I diligently learn Taoist magic from the white-bearded old man in my dream throughout my life, and do more good deeds to accumulate merit.

After my mother passes away, I'll have my father, an insider, to protect me.

After I pass away, won't the three of us be reunited in the afterlife?

He could even pull some strings and get a minor official position; just thinking about it made him feel pretty smug.

and so.

The sadness of separation by death took on a completely different meaning when it came to this father and daughter.

Yu Chengguang strode up to the thin-skinned coffin.

He looked down at his own mangled corpse.

He touched his chin, his expression incredibly strange.

As a registered underworld official, I stand here looking at my own corpse from the mortal realm as if it were an object.

This kind of experience is probably something few ghosts throughout history have had; it's quite a unique feeling.

"Burn it."

Yu Chengguang coughed lightly and waved his hand dismissively, "There's no point in keeping this thing."

"We'll see."

"Your constitution is even more ominous than a jinx."

"Besides, nobody knows exactly how many enemies your father has outside."

"I'll bury myself back in the ground today, and who knows which fool will dig me up and turn me into a corpse tomorrow."

"I can't keep running back and forth between these places every day, can I?"

"Just take them to be cremated, let's see how they cause trouble after they're burned to ashes!"

Yang Guang nodded in deep agreement: "That makes sense."

"If this gets dug up every now and then, my agency will lose face."

Done.

Yang Guang turned to Jia Youcai standing beside him: "Old Jia, you have a wide network of connections with your one-stop funeral service, hurry up and contact the crematorium."

"Have them send a car over and take the old squad leader away to be burned."

Jia Youcai quickly pulled out his phone: "Alright brother, you can trust me to handle things. I'll call and arrange for an expedited furnace right away!"

result.

Before Jia Youcai could dial the number, Yang Guang, with his hands in his pockets, seemed to remember something and casually added a sentence.

"By the way, Lao Jia, tell them after you're done burning it."

"Don't bother with all that fancy stuff. Just find a mineral water bottle and put his ashes back in it."

"I'm fine with either the Farmer's Three Punches or One Treasure; I'm not picky."

These words were spoken.

The entire abandoned meat processing plant fell into a deathly silence.

Let alone people.

Even the idiot who was about to bark twice froze in mid-air.

Chu Sheng held one hand upright in front of his chest, while the other hand gripped a large porcelain cup tightly, the veins on his bald head throbbing.

He swallowed hard and muttered to himself, "Amitabha, Brother Guang, this humble monk has truly learned something new today."

"Your stinginess has reached the Mahayana stage, hasn't it?"

"Putting ashes in a mineral water bottle?"

"Are you really not afraid of going to the tongue-pulling hell after you die?!"

Jia Youcai's hand holding the phone trembled like he had Parkinson's disease, and his old face twitched.

"Brother..."

"I've been in this business for decades. I've seen everything from urns made of precious Phoebe zhennan wood worth tens of thousands of yuan to plastic boxes that cost only a few dozen yuan."

"But using a mineral water bottle to hold ashes—you're absolutely the first person in the world to do that!"

"What's wrong?"

"You're planning to collect all seven bottles to summon Shenron?"

Er Lengzi couldn't hold back any longer, so he stood up on his hind legs and pointed his paw at Yang Guang.

"Oh my god, Mr. Yang!"

"I've seen inhuman beings in my entire life, but I've never seen anyone as inhuman as you!"

"You put it in a mineral water bottle for the old squad leader?"

"Does it still have to be the farmer's three punches?"

"What's wrong?"

"You think the old squad leader is kind of sweet!"

next to.

Yu Zixin's face turned red.

She knew Yang Guang loved money more than anything, but this was just too much!

This guy really doesn't want to spend money!

She timidly tugged at Yang Guang's school uniform hem: "Yang Guang, this...this isn't quite right, is it?"

Yang Guang, with an air of self-righteousness, waved his hand and said, "What's wrong with that?"

"Your dad passed the civil service exam down there and got a secure job in the underworld, a true civil servant of the netherworld!"

"To other people, this physical body in the mortal world is just an old piece of clothing that has been taken off."

"There's no point in keeping this thing. What's the difference between showing off and not showing off?"

"We'll talk about it later!"

"We are now advocating for environmental protection. Mineral water bottles are transparent and easy to see, lightweight and moisture-proof, have good sealing properties, and don't take up much space at home."

"Spending thousands or tens of thousands on an urn for ashes—isn't that just paying a pure 'stupidity tax'?"

"Just a token gesture will do!"

Snapped!

As soon as Yang Guang finished speaking, he received a solid slap on the back of the head.

Although Yu Chengguang's semi-transparent hand was a spirit, it carried the malevolent aura of a ghostly messenger, and it struck Yang Guang's head with a resounding thud.

Yang Guang was knocked back and staggered, clutching the back of his head as he glared angrily at Yu Chengguang.

"Sergeant, what are you doing!"

"I was just trying to help you save money, and you repay kindness with enmity, aren't you?"

Yu Chengguang floated directly in front of Yang Guang.

Pointing his finger at Yang Guang's nose, he adopted the same posture he used when training new recruits in the army, spitting almost onto Yang Guang's face.

"Screw you!"

"Stop spouting environmentalist nonsense in front of me!"

"Damn it, couldn't you at least send an urn as a token gesture?"

"You're so casual about it. You think it's environmentally friendly? I think it's shameful!"

"I'm a dignified underworld official, and I was at least your squad leader when I was alive. And now you're putting me in a mineral water bottle after I'm dead?"

"What will my colleagues think of me?"

"If word gets out, what will become of my reputation, Yu Chengguang!"

"When I go to the Underworld canteen for a meal, they point at my spine and say, 'Look, that's my new colleague who's been stuffed into Farmer's Three Punches!'"

"How can I possibly survive?!"