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

Tajiki gritted his teeth and held up two fingers.

"Master Yang, I know the rules!"

"If only you could settle this matter and get the child back to normal."

"The school will offer 200,000 yuan as a service fee!"

"Absolutely no bargaining!"

Upon hearing the number 200,000, Yang Guang's eyes, which had been half-closed, instantly lit up like searchlights.

Good guy!

I just gave away 200,000 yesterday, and today God has filled the hole!

Every sip and every bite—that's cause and effect!

Yang Guang slapped his thigh hard, and his whole body sprang up instantly.

The embarrassment on his face vanished, replaced by a strong sense of justice.

"Old Tian!"

"You're being too polite!"

"We're all family, talking about money is too hurtful!"

"Protecting the safety of teachers and students is my inescapable responsibility as a member of No. 3 Middle School!"

Chu Sheng, who was listening nearby, rolled his eyes.

This guy changes his expression faster than flipping through a book.

Just a moment ago they were desperate for money, and now they're all high and mighty.

Yang Guang turned his head and waved his hand at Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi.

"Bald monk! Fool!"

"Stop eating!"

"Quickly find some plastic bags and pack all these buns and duck legs to take with us on the road!"

"Old Tian, ​​get the car ready!"

"Go to the hospital!"

When Tian Sixi saw that Yang Guang had agreed, he immediately felt relieved and beamed with joy.

"Okay, okay!"

"The car is parked right at the school gate, let's go right away!"

Ten minutes later.

A black Audi A6 sped out of the No. 3 Middle School gate and headed straight for the city's central hospital.

inside the car.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, holding a plastic bag in his hand and gnawing on a half-eaten duck leg.

In the back seat.

Tian Sixi and Chu Sheng squeezed together, with a drooling idiot squatting between them.

The space was very cramped.

Tian Sixi looked at Chu Sheng, who was holding a large porcelain cup and chanting Amitabha Buddha, and couldn't help but ask.

"Master Yang, Chu Sheng's attire..."

"When we get to the hospital, what if the doctors and nurses see us? Won't they think we're there to cause trouble?"

Yang Guang swallowed the duck meat in his mouth and waved his hand dismissively.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"When we get to the hospital, we'll say he's a psychologist hired by the family."

"Anyway, that kid's acting crazy right now, so chanting sutras is a kind of psychological therapy, right?"

Chu Sheng stood with one hand raised in front of his chest, his face solemn and dignified.

"Amitabha."

"Principal, rest assured, the moment I recite the Great Compassion Mantra, I guarantee that his agitated mind will be instantly calmed down."

Tajiki wiped his sweat and didn't dare to say anything more.

Not long after, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the inpatient department of the city's central hospital.

The group of people took the elevator in a grand manner and headed straight for the psychiatric isolation ward on the seventh floor.

I just stepped out of the elevator.

Then a shrill, eerie laugh came from the end of the corridor.

"Giggle giggle..."

"Nobody's going to kick me out!"

"This body belongs to me!"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like fingernails scratching glass, giving people goosebumps.

Several nurses hid outside the ward door, terrified and too scared to approach.

Two strong hospital security guards, one holding a riot control fork, were bracing the ward door, sweating profusely.

When Tajiki saw this, his calves started to cramp.

He hid behind Yang Guang and pointed to the ward.

"Master Yang is in that ward."

"Listen to this noise! ​​Is this even human?"

Yang Guang casually tossed the duck bones into the nearby trash can and grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands.

His eyes instantly sharpened.

He gave a cold laugh.

"A bunch of pretentious nonsense."

"How dare you steal a living person's body on my turf."

"If I don't make you poop today, you've done a good job!"

Done.

Yang Guang, hands in his pockets, strode towards the isolation ward.

Chu Sheng followed closely behind, carrying a large porcelain cup.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, this is just to leave some room for this humble monk to perform a ritual for the deceased. This porcelain cup of mine hasn't been blessed for several days."

Er Lengzi, head held high and chest puffed out, followed after them with an arrogant, dog-like gait.

"Woof!"

I'd like to see which fool dares to show off in front of Father Yang!

Yang Guang walked to the door of the ward and patted the shoulders of the two security guards who were drenched in sweat.

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

"I'll open this door."

The security guard glanced at the boy in the school uniform, his face full of suspicion.

"Young man, stop fooling around."

"The kid inside has rabies and schizophrenia; his bites are really painful."

Yang Guang didn't waste any words and directly put his hand on the doorknob.

A stream of pure Celestial Master's True Qi circulated into his palm.

"Click."

The locked door was simply twisted open.

Yang Guang kicked the door open and swaggered in with Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi.

The principal followed closely behind.

The other security guards tried to follow them in, but the ward door slammed shut behind them.

Several security guards, seeing the tightly closed door, quickly reached out to pull the doorknob.

No matter how hard they tried, the door seemed welded to the frame and wouldn't budge.

"Holy crap?"

"Is this door some kind of ghost?"

A young security guard was startled and even tried to kick the door.

The slightly older security guard next to him grabbed him and glared at him, scolding him angrily.

"Kick my ass!"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"We only make 3,800 a month, why are you working yourself to death like this?"

"These guys went in to get themselves killed; what can we do but stop them?"

"What if that rabid kid inside runs out and bites you? Is it considered a workplace injury or just bad luck?"

The young security guard swallowed hard, immediately withdrew his leg, and obediently took two steps back.

"Uncle, you're right."

"We'll stay outside and keep watch. If they manage to get out alive, we'll call 120 (emergency services) for them."

The older security guard said irritably, "Are you really sick in the head?!"

"This is a hospital, why are you calling 120?"

"Alright!"

"Just keep guarding it!"

In the ward.

Yang Guang walked in with his hands in his pockets, swaggering in.

The isolation ward was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn tightly, preventing any sunlight from getting in.

The air was filled with a strong smell of urine and blood.

It makes people feel nauseous just smelling it.

Principal Tajiki hid at the very back, gripping the door frame tightly with both hands, his legs trembling like a leaf.

"Master Yang... Master Yang..."

Tajiki's voice trembled as he peered inside, his balding head sticking out: "That kid...where did that kid go?"

The hospital bed was empty; there wasn't even a ghost in sight.

The blanket was torn into strips and thrown on the floor, and there were bloody handprints all over the walls.

Yang Guang sneered, his gaze falling directly into the shadows under the hospital bed.

"Eating a midnight snack under the bed?"

"Get out here, you brat!"