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

Chu Sheng was stunned, scratching his bald head: "Brother Guang, didn't we just have a seafood buffet not long ago?"

"Is your stomach a bottomless pit?"

"This humble monk is not hungry at all."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I just fought that hairless black zombie, and I'm completely exhausted!"

"I need to take a lot of supplements!"

"Give me some crayfish!"

"I want the most expensive one!"

"Five pounds each of spicy, garlic, and thirteen-spice flavors, please!"

"Add another hundred grilled lamb skewers and ten large kidneys!"

"Two cases of chilled beer!"

"Hurry up, if you're even a second too slow, I'll kick your bald head like a football today!"

Done.

Yang Guang slumped back onto the sofa.

He put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and started shaking his feet.

His carefree demeanor was a stark contrast to his utter grief when he pulled out 200,000 yuan in the alley.

Chu Sheng stood still, watching Yang Guang's actions.

I felt a chill run down my back.

Has Brother Guang gone mad?

Two hundred thousand yuan just vanished like that, and not only did he not cry or make a fuss, but he even managed to organize a barbecue when he got back to the villa?

This unusual behavior was even more frightening than when he drew his sword to exorcise ghosts.

Chu Sheng swallowed hard.

He cautiously approached the sofa and crouched down.

"that……"

"Brother Guang?"

Yang Guang closed his eyes, but his legs were still trembling.

"what?"

"Have you finished ordering?"

Instead of ordering takeout, Chu Sheng placed the sturdy porcelain cup on the coffee table.

His face was full of concern, and even a little frightened.

"Brother Guang, are you alright?"

"Something's not right with you."

"If you feel sad or want to cry, just cry it out loud."

"This humble monk promises not to record videos with his phone and post them on social media."

"Don't hold it in!"

Yang Guang suddenly opened his eyes and glanced sideways at the fat monk.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Why are you crying, young master?"

Chu Sheng sighed and poked Yang Guang's shoulder with his thick finger.

"Brother Guang, stop pretending."

"That's two hundred thousand!"

"You usually wouldn't spend a penny more than necessary, but tonight you gave away two hundred thousand in one go!"

"Your reaction is very abnormal!"

"Don't scare me!"

Chu Sheng became increasingly nervous as he spoke, and sweat broke out on his bald head: "Please take care of this agitated dead body; it frightens this humble monk."

"How about I transfer you some money first to soothe your wounded heart?"

"I still have a little bit left in my pocket."

Yang Guang glanced at Chu Sheng sideways, his lips twitching violently twice.

He then waved his hand dismissively, "You're kidding me!"

"You should keep that little bit of money for yourself and that idiot."

"If you transfer the money to me now, and then come back to me asking for more when you're broke, I'm afraid my heart will ache even more!"

The more I talked about it, the more I felt like I was losing out.

Yang Guang turned his head to the side, looked at the untouched coffee table, and irritably ruffled his messy hair.

"Never mind, I won't eat it."

"I'm going upstairs to bed. Don't wake me up tonight, even if the King of Heaven himself comes!"

Watching Yang Guang's back as he walked upstairs in his slippers, Chu Sheng scratched his shiny bald head, completely bewildered.

I sat back down on the sofa.

Chu Sheng sighed, holding a large porcelain cup: "Brother Guang's temper is becoming more and more unpredictable."

next to.

Er Lengzi then rolled over on the sofa.

Finding the most comfortable position, I sprawled out on my back with my legs in the air, and stretched out one leg to scratch my belly.

Then he spoke in a thick Northeastern accent.

"Hey fat bald monk, you'd better shut up already."

"It's the middle of the night, so let's not provoke Father Yang."

Er Lengzi rolled his eyes, his dog-like face displaying a wise expression of having seen through the world: "Look at his pathetic appearance."

"This person, who would be heartbroken over losing even a single hair, actually plucked out 200,000 yuan worth of hair tonight!"

"He must be feeling really frustrated right now."

"We'll see."

"That little brat is really pitiful. I guess it's because Yang's father is reminded of his own childhood without parents, and he's feeling emotional here."

"That's what you call a tough guy with a soft heart, you know?"

"All you know is how to yell at the top of your lungs while carrying around that broken speaker; you don't understand any of this."

Upon hearing this analysis, Chu Sheng paused for a moment, then raised one hand to his chest and loudly proclaimed a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."

"Turns out Brother Guang is a man of strong emotions."

"Life is unpredictable. The little girl's experience is truly heartbreaking. I can only hope that she will have less suffering in the rest of her life."

Chu Sheng shook his head, picked up the large porcelain cup and took a sip of cold water: "Forget it, this humble monk is too lazy to worry about it anymore, time to go to sleep."

the other side.

On the edge of Fengdu's old city, there is the City God Temple.

This temple, which should have been a place of great religious significance and a place to suppress evil spirits, is now in a state of disrepair.

The paint on the walls was peeling off, the roof was overgrown with weeds, and the paint on the door had completely come off.

at this time.

Under the deep darkness of night, a tall figure stood in front of the gate of the City God Temple.

The newcomer was surrounded by a chilling aura and wore the standard black uniform of a ghost official from the underworld.

A dark, seductive rope hung from his waist.

It was none other than our old squad leader, Yu Chengguang!

He was a decisive and efficient person in the army during his lifetime.

Even after death, when he became a messenger in the underworld, his military spirit remained unchanged.

Yu Chengguang stared at the dilapidated City God Temple, his brows furrowed slightly.

This is at least an office location within the system, right?

Why are illegal buildings in lawless areas being demolished even more than in Bit-Yi?

Even the paint on the gate had completely peeled off, and there were spider webs hanging on it.

Most importantly, ghostly energy was emanating from this dilapidated temple!

If it weren't for the large characters "City God Temple" on the plaque above the door, Yu Chengguang would have thought he had wandered into some mass grave.

Although a faint trace of divine power could still be felt, it was barely enough to intimidate those wandering ghosts.

But for a sacred temple, this was outrageously shabby.

"Is Xiao Guang kid kidding me?"

"Is there really someone in this place... or is there some kind of ghost coordinating work?"

Yu Chengguang touched his chin.

Yang Guang said there's a person in charge here named A-Qiang, and he's a good guy, so it can't be wrong!

Absolutely 100% trust!

Yu Chengguang straightened up.

Subconsciously, he straightened his black underworld uniform and adjusted the soul-snatching rope at his waist.

He cleared his throat.

He adopted the same approach he used when he was a squad leader training new recruits back in the day.

Feet together.

"cough!"

Yu Chengguang gathered his strength in his dantian and shouted loudly into the City God Temple.

"Listen up, you people inside... oops, I mean, you ghosts inside!"

"I am Yu Chengguang, the newly appointed Soul Collector of the Underworld!"

"Master Yang sent me!"

"Which one is called A-Qiang?"

"Come out and report for duty immediately!"

That powerful shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

With the imposing aura unique to genuine underworld officials, it exploded directly inside the dilapidated temple.

Inside the main hall of the City God Temple.

Ah Qiang, who was originally sitting cross-legged in that dilapidated armchair, was having a tea party with a group of wandering ghosts.

Upon hearing this shout...

A-Qiang was so frightened that he trembled all over and fell off the chair headfirst to the ground.

The more than one hundred wandering ghosts below were so frightened that they instantly erupted into chaos.

Bad luck!

What does that mean?

That's like a mouse meeting a cat, or a street vendor meeting a city management officer!