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

The old woman's face, as white as dried orange peel, twisted into a grimace as she cried, her sobs even more horrible than those of a pig being slaughtered.

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and let the old woman tug at his trouser leg, not giving her any leeway.

"If you don't want to be eaten by dogs, confess honestly!"

"Which dilapidated house are those heretical monks hiding in?"

How many people are inside in total?

"Has any formation been set up?"

The old woman didn't dare hesitate any longer and pointed tremblingly to a small, dilapidated house in the far distance ahead.

This is a detached house with its own yard.

It looks like it's been around for a while.

Moreover, there were no other buildings around, and there was a village in the distance from that house.

You could say that this house is the kind of place where no one would come even in broad daylight.

All I can say is that these guys know how to pick their spots.

"It's right there!"

"Seven or eight more people!"

"They set up a blood-gathering array in the ground floor hall, saying they were refining some kind of magical artifact."

The old woman swallowed non-existent saliva and pointed at Er Lengzi: "I already told you, Master, you need to control your dog!"

Er Lengzi was displeased and rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"You think Doggo's mouth stinks?"

"Believe it or not, I'll chew you up and swallow you right now!"

Yang Guang slapped Er Lengzi on the head, interrupting its threat.

"Alright, stop scaring her."

"She's still useful."

Yang Guang pulled out a yellow talisman, pinched it between his fingers, and slapped it directly onto the old woman's forehead.

"Go in!"

The old woman was sucked back into the jade bottle.

After plugging the bottle, Yang Guang put it back in his pocket.

He moved his wrists, and his knuckles made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

"Seven or eight heretical cultivators are still refining magical artifacts!"

"This is like God thought my good deeds were too slow, so He just stuffed them into my mouth!"

Chu Sheng excitedly twirled the large porcelain cup in his hand.

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."

"Brother Guang, today this humble monk will be a charging Arhat, and I will physically deliver every single one of these evil cultivators from the dead!"

Er Lengzi was even more impatient and charged forward.

"Woof woof woof!"

A man, a dog, and a monk swaggered toward the house.

We hadn't gone far when the smell in the air started to change.

A nauseating smell of blood filled the air.

Yang Guang stopped and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Wow, this smells really strong!"

Chu Sheng held one hand in front of his chest and pinched his nose with the other.

I almost dropped the large porcelain cup in my hand.

"Amitabha."

"Just how many things did these heretical cultivators kill?"

"This isn't refining magical artifacts, it's a slaughterhouse!"

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Chu Sheng sighed, then turned to Yang Guang and asked, "Brother Guang, should we give Officer Lin a call?"

"After all, once these people are arrested, they have to be the ones to deal with them."

"Even if we perform rituals to help them pass on to the afterlife, won't the cleanup and damage control still have to be done by government officials?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He immediately turned his head, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Chu Sheng.

The look in his eyes was as if he were seeing an enemy.

It was filled with disbelief and heartbreak.

Chu Sheng was startled by that look, and his fat body trembled.

She even took two steps back, quickly holding the porcelain cup in front of her chest, looking at Yang Guang with a nervous expression.

"No...no, Guang-ge, what's with that expression?"

"Did I say something wrong?"

"This humble monk meant well. In this desolate wilderness, it would be too much trouble for us to commit murder and arson without notifying Uncle Hat, wouldn't it?"

Yang Guang, with his hands in his school uniform pockets, cursed irritably.

"You spendthrift son!"

"How could you be such a spendthrift!"

Yang Guang pointed at Chu Sheng's bald head with great distress: "Couldn't you have said so earlier?"

"what?"

"If you had suggested calling the policewoman when we left just now..."

"Will she have to come pick us up in a police car?"

"With free police cars to ride in, why would we need to pay for transportation?"

Yang Guang clutched his chest, his face contorted with heartache: "That could buy so many meat buns!"

"This is all your fault, you bald-headed monk!"

Chu Sheng was stunned.

Standing there dumbfounded, I was completely stunned by the barrage of criticism.

Several seconds passed before he realized how Yang Guang's thought process had taken such a turn.

He immediately scratched his shiny bald head, chuckled, and leaned forward.

"It seems so."

"Brother Guang, this was indeed a rash decision by this humble monk."

"Isn't this something that just didn't come to mind for the moment?"

As Chu Sheng spoke, he pointed to the dilapidated house in front of him: "But it's not too late to think of that now!"

"Brother Guang, think about it, let's fight now."

"We'll deal with these evil cultivators in a bit, and Officer Lin and the others will be here around the same time to clean up the mess."

"Once they've finished dealing with the scene, we can legitimately ride back to the city in Officer Lin's police car!"

"That way, we won't have to take a taxi back!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's face, which had been filled with anger, instantly changed.

He stroked his chin and nodded in deep agreement: "Bald monk, what you said makes perfect sense!"

"At least he said something sensible."

"Every penny saved is a penny earned, and a free ride is a free ride."

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Yang Guang immediately took out his phone from his school uniform pocket and called Lin Yue directly.

Looking at the brand-new phone in his hand, Yang Guang felt incredibly satisfied.

have to say.

This latest, far-leading phone is just great.

There's absolutely no lag.

With just a couple of swipes, the screen is incredibly smooth.

And in this godforsaken suburb, the signal is still full!

Compared to that secondhand smartphone with three cracks, the feel of this phone is a qualitative leap.

Yang Guang was completely satisfied with it.

soon.

The call was connected.

Lin Yue's capable yet slightly puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yang Guang?"

"Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

"What strange thing have happened this time?"

Yang Guang cleared his throat and adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring tone.

"Officer, what are you saying?"

"As one of Fengdu City's top ten most enthusiastic and helpful citizens, I'm giving you an opportunity to boost your sales performance!"

Yang Guang briefly explained the situation here.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue on the other end of the phone gasped in shock.

His previously somewhat languid tone instantly turned incredibly serious: "Seven or eight heretical cultivators?"

"A Blood Gathering Array?"

"Yang Guang, are you sure you didn't see that wrong?"

"It can't be wrong!"

Yang Guang made a solemn vow.

Lin Yue asked anxiously, "Where are you now?"

"It's in the grove of trees less than fifty meters from the dilapidated house."

Lin Yue immediately instructed sternly, "Yang Guang!"

"Don't move!"

"Those guys are all desperate criminals, extremely ruthless, and they outnumber us."

"There are only three of you... no, two people and a dog. Rushing in is suicide!"

"Don't act rashly!"

"Just stay where you are and wait for us!"

"I'll immediately assemble the SWAT team, fully armed, and rush over!"

"Got it!"

"Don't alert them. Let's talk about everything when I get there!"