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

Yang Guang nodded repeatedly, agreeing readily: "Understood, understood!"

"Don't worry, officer, do you think I'm that kind of brainless person?"

"We'll stay outside and won't step inside even a step."

"Hurry up and bring some people to clean up the mess, oh no, I mean to arrest them!"

"good!"

"Be careful, we're leaving in five minutes!"

Done.

Lin Yue hung up the phone in a flurry.

Hearing the busy tone from his phone, Yang Guang's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He put the newly bought, far ahead-of-the-line mobile phone directly into his pocket and zipped it up.

He turned to look at the person and dog beside him.

Chu Sheng touched his bald head and blinked: "Brother Guang, are we really just going to sit here and wait?"

Er Lengzi also squatted on the ground, his two heterochromatic eyes rolling back in his head.

"Woof woof!"

That's utter nonsense!

Yang Guang slapped Er Lengzi on the head in annoyance and gave the order to attack.

"Wait my ass!"

"If she really brings the SWAT team here, will those seven or eight deaths still be counted against me?"

Yang Guang put his hands in his school uniform pockets, his eyes full of excitement.

"What's that?"

"Those are a string of good deeds!"

"I'm worried about not having enough dowry to get married. Can I just stand by and watch this piece of meat, which is practically delivered to my mouth, be taken away by this policewoman?"

Yang Guang raised his chin and swaggered forward.

"Let's go, monk!"

"Let's go and take down those bastards!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng was immediately delighted.

He held one hand in front of his chest and pulled out the Bluetooth-connected microphone with his right hand.

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Guang is absolutely right. As Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"These bastards must receive a comprehensive physical and spiritual salvation from this monk today!"

Er Lengzi got even more excited, dug two holes in the ground with his four legs, and darted out in a flash.

His saliva dripped all over the ground, and his mouth was filled with the authentic flavor of Northeast China.

"Oh my god!"

"My big mouth is itching for a good meal!"

"These bastards dare to act tough in this territory! Today, I'll bite the flesh off their thighs!"

The three people and the dog didn't take Lin Yue's instructions seriously at all.

He easily found his way to the base of the window of the dilapidated bungalow.

The smell of blood here was so strong it was almost unbearable to look at.

Yang Guang squatted under the windowsill, sticking half his head out to peek inside.

The interior space of this bungalow is quite large, obviously because it has been opened up.

At this moment, in the center of the hall, an extremely strange and complex array was drawn with blood.

In the center of the formation was a black jar about half a person's height, with animal hides and bones scattered around it.

Seven people dressed in black robes were surrounding the edge of the formation.

He muttered obscure incantations that were incomprehensible to most people.

The leader, a man in black robes, was bald, with half his face covered in black tattoos.

He doesn't seem like a good person.

The bald, heretical cultivator stopped chanting and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Fellow practitioners.

"The Blood Gathering Formation will be completed tonight."

"Once the blood sacrifice is complete, our Hundred Demons Night Parade Banner will be finished!"

A tall, thin, evil cultivator next to him sneered.

"Don't worry, brother."

"I just sent my pet, the old woman in blood-stained clothes, to the city to collect that kid's soul."

The tall, thin man said smugly, "That kid's lifespan hasn't ended yet; he's got a lot of yin energy."

"Once the old woman in blood possesses him and tortures him to death, the extremely vengeful soul she extracts will surely double the power of our magical artifact!"

"By then, who in Fengdu City can stop us?"

The bald, heretical cultivator nodded in satisfaction.

"good."

"That kid deserved to die."

"Once the old woman in blood returns, we can take our magical artifacts and go to welcome the evil god to break the seal!"

outside the window.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes upon hearing this conversation.

He turned to look at Chu Sheng.

"Monk, these bastards are dreaming."

"Are you using me as an excuse to brag?"

Chu Sheng touched his shiny bald head and weighed the large porcelain cup in his hand.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, they probably don't know that the old lady they're counting on is still crying in the jade bottle in your pocket."

Er Lengzi grinned and made a threatening snort.

"Dad Yang, stop wasting your breath on these bastards."

"Dogmaster, go in first and bite that skinny monkey to death!"

Yang Guang stretched his neck, his joints cracking: "No need for that."

"Monk, turn the volume up to the maximum."

"Today, I'll teach them what the Last Celestial Master's water clock really means!"

Chu Sheng chuckled and pressed the switch for the subwoofer speaker clipped to his waist.

"Alright, Guang-ge!"

"This humble monk will now play a DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra for them to perk them up!"

Yang Guang did not hesitate any longer.

He put his hands in his school uniform pockets and stood up abruptly.

Lift your right foot.

He aimed at the already flimsy, broken wooden door and kicked it hard.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

The entire wooden door, along with its frame, was sent flying by Yang Guang's kick, which contained the true energy of a celestial master.

The wooden plank shattered into pieces in mid-air, crashing heavily onto the edge of the blood-gathering array inside.

The seven evil cultivators in the room were all startled by the sudden loud noise.

They all turned to look at the doorway.

In the sunlight outside the door, there was a boy wearing a faded No. 3 Middle School uniform.

He walked in with his hands in his pockets, swaggering in.

Behind the boy.

Following them was a fat monk carrying a large porcelain cup and with a large speaker hanging from his waist.

And a large, muscular husky with glowing heterochromatic eyes.

As he made this stylish entrance, deafeningly loud and energetic music burst forth from the speaker on Chu Sheng's waist.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

This DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra, enhanced with heavy metal remix, instantly shattered the eerie and sinister atmosphere in the room.

The bald, evil cultivator stared wide-eyed at the strange group that had entered.

"Who are you people?"

"You dare ruin our plans? Are you tired of living?"

Yang Guang stood at the gate and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.

He slightly raised his chin, exuding arrogance to the extreme.

"Crack down on pornography and illegal publications!"

"All of you, put your hands behind your heads and squat down!"

Yang Guang pointed at the seven evil cultivators, his tone extremely arrogant.

"today!"

"You're all surrounded by me, all by myself!"

The seven evil cultivators in the room were clearly stunned by Yang Guang's shout.

There was a full three seconds of silence.

The seven people stared at the bizarre group at the door, wide-eyed.

Then.

"Hahahahaha!"

Led by the bald, heretical cultivator at the head, the seven of them burst into unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and even the mudra he had formed with his hands came undone.

The tall, thin, evil cultivator clutched his stomach, pointed at Yang Guang at the main gate, and laughed until tears almost streamed down his face.

"Dude, where the hell did this idiot high school student come from?"

"And they even said one person surrounded the seven of us?"

"Could it be that the city's mental hospital didn't lock the gate properly, allowing him to climb over the wall and escape?"