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

Her originally completely white eyes suddenly developed a small black pupil from fright.

The old woman knelt on the ground, trembling. The ferocious energy she had just displayed, as if she wanted to devour someone, vanished instantly.

All that remained was a face full of terror and despair.

She kowtowed frantically to Yang Guang, her head hitting the floor with a dull thud.

"Spare me, Celestial Master!"

"Please spare me, Celestial Master!"

The old woman's voice trembled as she cried out, her face contorted with grief, "It wasn't my intention to offend the Celestial Master; I was forced into it!"

Yang Guang sneered, pulled over a chair, and sat down with an air of superiority.

He crossed his legs.

"If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?"

"Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me!"

"With that bloodthirsty aura you exude, you must have caused quite a few harms before, right?"

"Speak quickly!"

"What exactly happened?"

"Who sent you?"

Chu Sheng approached, holding a large porcelain cup, and raised one hand to his chest, saying, "Amitabha."

"Female benefactor, a monk does not lie."

"You'd better tell the truth honestly, or this humble monk's large porcelain cup will have to perform a deep physical exorcism on you."

Er Lengzi also grinned.

"Woof woof!"

Don't make me bite you!

The old woman was so frightened by the sight of the man, the dog, and the monk that her soul nearly shattered on the spot.

She dared not hide anything any longer and quickly spilled the beans, revealing everything.

"Replying to the Celestial Master..."

"It's really not that I've come here to cause trouble for this child."

The old woman pointed at Zhang Hao, who was still foaming at the mouth on the ground, her face full of grievance: "This kid brought this mess on himself!"

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "What kind of trouble could a high school student like him, who rarely leaves his house, possibly cause?"

"Did they go dig up your ancestral graves?"

The old woman shook her head frantically, explaining with a pained expression, "It's not about digging up ancestral graves."

"It was last night, this kid was playing games online."

"Ranking matches".

"He was playing support, gave away three kills at the start of the game, and then quit."

"Hiding in the fountain, AFK, with all voice chat on, and laning against the enemy!"

The old woman even mimicked Zhang Hao's tone as she said this: "The way he swore was absolutely filthy!"

"I cursed the other player's ancestors for eighteen generations, saying things like 'sons born without an anus' and 'single-child lineage'."

"He cursed for over half an hour straight, without even taking a breath!"

Tianji happy, who was lying by the bedside, listened in a daze.

Is this the quality of contemporary high school students?

Yang Guang's lips twitched twice: "And then?"

"You're coming to take my life just because I swore at people while playing games?"

The old woman sighed, on the verge of tears.

"Master of Heaven."

"If it were just someone insulting an ordinary person, that would be one thing; everyone would just be keyboard warriors arguing and that would be it."

"But this kid has terrible luck; the player on the other side is an evil cultivator!"

The entire room fell silent.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the "poof" of Zhang Hao foaming at the mouth.

The old woman continued, "That evil cultivator was narrow-minded, but this boy's insults broke his guard, and he set up an altar and performed a ritual overnight."

"We tracked down the kid's birth date and location by following the internet connection."

"Then they sent me here."

"The evil cultivator said he'd show this kid what it means to go through the internet and chop him up."

"I want to possess his body, eat rats alive, and then jump off a building to commit suicide..."

Yang Guang was completely dumbfounded after hearing such an outrageous story.

He covered his face with his hands, completely speechless.

Chu Sheng's mouth dropped open, and he could barely hold the large porcelain cup in his hand.

Er Lengzi stared with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, his mouth agape.

"Amitabha."

Chu Sheng gasped, "Brother Guang, are all the heretical cultivators this down-to-earth these days?"

"Still playing video games?"

"Not only did he play games, but he also got insulted for playing games, so he remotely used magic to hunt him down?"

Yang Guang lowered his hand and let out a long breath.

Holy crap!

Looking at Zhang Hao lying unconscious on the ground, Yang Guang couldn't help but swear.

"You never really know what kind of person your teammates are!"

"You think you're arguing with elementary school kids?"

"Turns out he's a heretical cultivator who can perform soul-locking rituals?"

"These days, if you don't have some skills, you can't even play online games?"

Tian Sixi shakily got up from the ground, his face full of terror: "Master Yang... Master Yang..."

"Can...can this be resolved?"

"Won't that heretical cultivator try to find us again through the internet?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

Settle it?

I was just worried about not being able to find these bastards!

What was the goal you set last night?

Kill the heretical cultivators!

Do good deeds!

Make money!

Isn't this just God delivering good karma right to your doorstep?

This isn't some unlucky high school student, this is my navigation radar!

Yang Guang stood up abruptly and patted the dust off his pants.

His eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Old Tian, ​​put your heart into your Mediterranean Sea."

"With me here, even if he climbs up the fiber optic cable, I can shove him down the sewer!"

Yang Guang turned to look at the old woman kneeling on the ground: "Since you are that petty, evil-minded ghost..."

"Then you must know his location, right?"

The old woman nodded repeatedly in fright, "I know, I know!"

"The heretical cultivator is currently in an abandoned, dilapidated house on the outskirts of Fengdu City!"

"There are several heretical cultivators over there, preparing for something big!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's eyes lit up even more.

Several heretical practitioners?

This is a group of people giving away experience points!

"Well done!"

Yang Guang slapped his thigh and turned to look at Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi.

"Walk!"

"Grab your weapons!"

"Let's go out of the city!"

Chu Sheng immediately excitedly raised one hand to his chest.

"Amitabha."

"May Buddha subdue demons and monsters with compassion."

"This humble monk's large porcelain cup is already parched with thirst."

Er Lengzi jumped up, wagging his tail rapidly.

"Woof woof woof!"

Looking at the man, dog, and monk who were all acting like they were on steroids, Tian Sixi swallowed hard.

"Then... what should we do with this child?"

Yang Guang casually pointed to Zhang Hao on the ground.

"The ghost has been pulled out; the yin energy on him will dissipate in a couple of days."

"Have the doctor give him two bottles of glucose intravenously, and after he wakes up, he will receive a major demerit."

"By the way, tell him to be less of a keyboard warrior when playing games and to be more civilized."

Done.

Yang Guang directly lifted up the old woman's phantom image.

He took out a jade bottle for collecting souls from his pocket, stuffed her inside, and put the stopper on.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

"Old Tian, ​​remember to transfer 200,000 to my account!"

"If you lose even a fraction, I'll be having tea in your office tomorrow!"

Accompanied by Yang Guang's arrogant voice, a man, a dog, and a monk strode out of the ward.

Tajiki was left standing alone in the hospital room, which reeked of urine.

Looking at Zhang Hao, who was foaming at the mouth on the ground, I felt like crying but couldn't...