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

They have legal soul-binding ropes hanging from their waists; one hook and they can be tied up and taken to the underworld for a bath in boiling oil on the spot.

"Oh my god!"

"The underworld messengers have arrived!"

"Run!"

"Help, Brother Qiang!"

A group of little demons were so frightened that they ran around the main hall, some climbing up the roof beams and others crawling under the offering table.

Some even tried to crawl out through the rat hole.

Ah Qiang scrambled to his feet, sprawled on the ground, and straightened the rickety City God's hat on his head. The whole ghost looked like it was about to cry.

"Quiet down!"

"Shut the hell up, all of you!"

Ah Qiang's voice was trembling, and a million curses were running through his mind.

Did Master Yang send him?

Upon hearing the name Yang Tianshi, Aqiang felt his head, which had been cracked open, begin to throb again.

That inhuman ancestor, last time, brought a living Yama disguised as a monk, and demolished half of his City God Temple.

Why did they send a regular army again today?

That's not right!

Although Master Yang was greedy for money and ruthless in swindling people, he was by no means the kind of person who lacked martial ethics.

Since it was agreed that I would stay and investigate the breaking of the seal by the evil god, how could I turn around and call in the regular army of the underworld to raid my own lair?

This doesn't seem like his style.

Thinking of this.

Ah Qiang felt a little more confident.

He turned to look at the trembling ghosts in the main hall and took a deep breath.

"Stop howling, everyone!"

"Even if the sky falls, Brother Qiang will hold it up!"

Ah Qiang pointed to the huddled bunch of heads under the offering table: "All of you, stay hidden in the temple and don't make a sound. Don't peek out unless I call you!"

After arranging things for his underlings, A-Qiang quickly straightened his mismatched City God official robes.

He straightened the crooked official hat and put his hands behind his back.

He stiffened his neck, forcibly projecting an air of authority without anger.

It floated directly out through the main hall door.

Outside the temple gate.

Yu Chengguang placed one hand on the Soul-Hooking Rope, his brows furrowed, waiting for a reply from inside.

A thick black mist seeped out from the crack in the door, and Ah Qiang floated out with his hands behind his back and a pigeon-toed gait.

"Ahem!"

Ah Qiang coughed twice, trying to make his voice sound arrogant and authoritative: "I am Ah Qiang, the official of Fengdu City God Temple."

"What brings you here so late at night, Lord Soul Collector?"

Yu Chengguang looked the imposter up and down.

He originally thought that anyone who could seize the mountain and turn the City God Temple into a stronghold must be a vicious and malevolent ghost.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that apart from having a strong ghostly aura, this thing had nothing to do with being a major evil spirit.

At most, he's just an old, long-dead ghost.

But then, Yu Chengguang's expression changed.

His eyes, belonging to the righteous gods of the underworld, suddenly narrowed, and his gaze fixed on the top of Ah Qiang's head.

Within Ah Qiang's dense, inky ghostly aura, a faint golden light could be seen flowing within it!

Although it was so faint as to be almost invisible, Yu Chengguang was all too familiar with that aura.

That's divine power!

Pure divine power of heaven and earth!

Yu Chengguang was completely taken aback.

Are you kidding me?

How could a wandering ghost possess divine power?

Could it be that this world truly regards him as the City God?

This is practically creating a god!

Where did Yang Guang find such an oddball?

Yu Chengguang, having served as a veteran squad leader, possessed exceptional mental fortitude and showed no sign of it on his face.

He stepped forward and pulled out a black underworld messenger token from his waist, waving it around.

"Alright."

"I'll just say it directly, Yang Guang sent me!"

Yu Chengguang's voice was loud and clear: "My name is Yu Chengguang, the newly appointed Soul Collector of the Underworld."

"There's no local earth god or city god here, so from now on, the work of summoning and sending away souls is my responsibility!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Qiang, coupled with Yu Chengguang's authentic worldly mannerisms, immediately understood.

His air of authority, which had been so imposing even without anger, instantly vanished.

He snapped his legs together, raised his right hand, and gave a perfect security guard salute next to his head!

"Reporting, sir!"

"Security guard Qiang is at your service at any time!"

Yu Chengguang was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, and his lips twitched violently twice.

"Your work experience is quite diverse. Which neighborhood did you work as a security guard in before you died?"

Ah Qiang rubbed his hands together, then shamelessly approached, completely abandoning his earlier official demeanor: "Hehehe...it's just that the local city god disappeared later."

"I'll take charge of the security in this area for the time being."

As he spoke, Ah Qiang absentmindedly patted his pockets, then gave an awkward laugh: "Well, bro."

"He's been dead for too long, he's out of cigarettes, and no one's come to offer incense. We've been poorly received."

"Little Master Yang is something else. He sent a high-ranking leader like you without even telling us beforehand."

"So that the younger ones can clean up the storefront."

Yu Chengguang waved his hand: "Alright, I'm just here to discuss some work with you."

"Yang Guang said that although you are an imposter, you have principles in doing things."

"They also protect these homeless wanderers."

"From now on, Xiao Guang will handle the messes in the mortal world, and I'll run the errands for the procedures that need to be followed in the underworld."

"Let's form a team!"

After hearing this, Ah-Qiang was so moved that he almost shed tears.

"Boss Yang is so generous!"

Ah Qiang nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, big brother!"

"From now on, if any illegal or evil forces from out of town dare to cause trouble in this area, I will immediately notify you to come and arrest them!"

"No, take the ghost!"

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble on our turf, even without Boss Yang lifting a finger, I'll be the first to bite them!"

Looking at A-Qiang, who was spouting nonsense, Yu Chengguang felt even more astonished.

A security guard, in order to protect these wandering ghosts, risked divine punishment by impersonating the City God for thirty years.

No wonder the rules of heaven and earth bestowed a trace of divine power upon him.

Even God isn't blind.

Without saying a word, Yu Chengguang reached out and patted A-Qiang on the shoulder.

Because both of them were ghosts, Yu Chengguang's shot was very realistic.

"Okay, it's settled then."

"Your dilapidated temple needs some repairs. I'll talk to Xiao Guang later and have him find someone to burn two new facades for you."

"I still have to patrol the streets, I'll go take a look around first."

"You should also organize the results of your investigations over the years. When I get back, we can have a proper chat."

Done.

Yu Chengguang turned around and strode into the night.

His silhouette still exudes the same sharp and capable air he had when he was a squad leader in the army.

Watching Yu Chengguang walk away, A-Qiang finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He reached up and wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

"That was terrifying!"

"I thought they were here to forcibly demolish our property."

Ah Qiang turned around, put his hands behind his back, and resumed his leader-like demeanor.

They swaggered into the dilapidated temple.

"Come out, everyone!"

"The crisis is over, let's continue the meeting!"

The scene changes.

Inside the large villa.

Yang Guang lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Although he had seen many deaths and come to see many ghosts over the years.

Logically speaking...

I should have let it go long ago, but that little kid today was just too young and too pitiful.

As a result, he was orphaned by evil practitioners.

Even his last remaining relative was murdered.

These damned heretical practitioners!