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

Directly reducing your karmic debt by half?!

Yang Guang's heart was pounding wildly.

Since taking over the Office of the Rebirth of the Dead, his biggest headache has been the enormous debt of good deeds owed by his unfortunate father whom he has never met.

They work themselves to the bone every day running errands and settling disputes, only to earn a pittance in merit.

If you throw it into that hole, you won't even hear a sound.

Now the higher-ups in the underworld have spoken directly: as long as this case is resolved, the debt will be halved!

This deal is incredibly profitable!

Yang Guang grabbed Yu Chengguang's wrist, but he missed. He was still so excited that he was incoherent.

"Old squad leader!"

Is this really true?

"Did the higher-ups in the underworld really say that?"

"You're not making fun of me, are you!"

"Half!"

"That's half the merit!"

Yang Guang was overjoyed, patted his chest, and said with righteous indignation, "Actually, I was just joking."

"To exorcise demons, uphold justice, and maintain peace between the realms of Yin and Yang is the inescapable responsibility of the last Celestial Master!"

"Don't even mention helping to clear away wandering ghosts!"

"Even if it meant sweeping the streets in front of the King of Hell's palace, I wouldn't refuse!"

"I'll take this job!"

Seeing Yang Guang's face change faster than flipping through a book, Yu Chengguang couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

"You can take this job. I'll come to you anytime if anything comes up."

Done.

Yu Chengguang bent down to pick up the Soul-Hooking Rope from the ground, then turned around to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Yang Guang suddenly realized a very serious problem, and he rushed forward to block Yu Chengguang's path.

"Old squad leader, don't rush off yet."

"Now that you're an insider, and even the higher-ups have said that your merits will be reduced by half."

"Then you must know the details of my dad's messy debts, right?"

Yang Guang rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation, yet also a little nervous.

"Give me a heads-up."

"Just how much good karma did my father owe the underworld back then?"

"Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? Or one million?"

"After the reduction of half the amount, how long will it take me approximately to pay off the debt?"

"You have to give me something, so I have something to look forward to, right?"

Upon hearing this question...

Yu Chengguang's foot, which had just been taken out, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Yang Guang, whose face was full of expectation.

At this moment, the expression on Yu Chengguang's face became indescribably strange.

It was a complex expression that contained shock, sympathy, pity, and even a hint of disbelief.

He stared at Yang Guang silently for a full ten seconds.

He didn't say a word.

Then.

Yu Chengguang slowly raised his large, semi-transparent hand holding the Soul-Hooking Rope.

He patted Yang Guang's shoulder three times, gently but heavily.

After the filming was finished.

He sighed silently.

Turn around.

With a single step, his black robe billowed, transforming into a wisp of yin energy that disappeared into the underground Yellow Springs Road without a trace.

Not even a punctuation mark was left.

Yang Guang was left standing alone in the cold wind.

A draft blows through the factory building.

Yang Guang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The smile on his face gradually cracked until it completely broke down.

"no……"

"Don't go!"

Yang Guang screamed hysterically toward the spot where Yu Chengguang had disappeared.

"What do you mean by patting me on the shoulder?!"

"What do you mean by shaking your head?"

"You fucking give me a number!"

"Is it ten million or one hundred million?"

"You've been so quiet, it's making me nervous!"

"Will I ever ever finish paying off this debt in my lifetime?!"

Yang Guang went berserk, frantically tearing at his messy hair with both hands.

The old squad leader's sympathetic look was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

A number that even the underworld officials would find despairing.

That's an astronomical figure!

Comrade Yang, you son of a bitch, what exactly did you do to the underworld back then?

Did you smash the pot in the King of Hell's palace, or did you use the Book of Life and Death to wipe your butt?

Even if you were to ruin your son, you wouldn't do it this badly!

Just as Yang Guang was having a mental breakdown and standing in a corner questioning his life.

Chu Sheng, carrying a large porcelain cup, cautiously approached.

Jia Youcai and Er Lengzi, who was strolling around, followed behind.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, are you alright?"

Chu Sheng swallowed hard, looking at Yang Guang's lifeless, soulless appearance.

"When I saw Squad Leader Yu leave just now, his back looked quite hurried."

"What's wrong?"

"The underworld won't pay your travel expenses, so they're borrowing money from you?"

Er Lengzi also stared at Yang Guang with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, and grinned.

"Oh my god, Mr. Yang!"

"Why do you look worse than if you've eaten a dead fly?"

"What, did that senior sergeant with official rank really ask you for travel expenses?"

"How about I spit out a couple of bones to help you out?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Yang Guang kicked Er Lengzi away in a huff, his face full of despair.

His mind was now filled with that unknown astronomical figure, and he felt that his dream of saving money to get married and have children for the Yang family was getting further and further away.

Just then, Jia Youcai ran over with his phone in hand.

"Hey bro, stop spacing out."

"The express delivery truck from the crematorium has arrived; it's honking its horn outside the factory."

"Let's hurry up and carry the old squad leader's body out."

Yang Guang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to dig up his father's ancestral grave.

The important matter is the priority.

He turned his head to look at the tattered, thin-skinned coffin in the center of the altar, and then at Yu Zixin, who was standing to the side with red eyes.

"Okay, lend a hand and carry it out."

Four men and a dog, after much effort, finally managed to get the old squad leader's body onto the crematorium van.

Watching the car door close.

Yang Guang turned to look at Jia Youcai and asked with utmost seriousness, "Old Jia."

"Did you take care of the task I just asked you to do?"

Jia Youcai was taken aback and scratched his head guiltily.

"Brother, how could I forget what you asked me to do?"

"But if you really put ashes in a mineral water bottle like the one used by Farmer Three Punches, the old man at the crematorium will absolutely refuse."

"They said they were afraid of burning their hands."

"And it can't hold that many!"

Yang Guang frowned: "Then what should we do?"

"You didn't just decide to buy an urn worth several thousand dollars without my consent, did you?"

"I don't have the money to reimburse you!"

"No, no!"

Jia Youcai quickly waved his hand and pulled a crumpled receipt out of his pocket.

"I figured we should at least be respectable people, we can't be too shabby."

"I spent a whopping 199 yuan at the supermarket right outside the funeral home to buy a plastic urn that looked like solid wood!"

"It even has a gold-stamped dragon design; it looks quite old-fashioned!"

"Absolutely not exceeding the limit!"