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

The bald-headed evil cultivator clung tightly to the special police officer's arm, refusing to let go no matter what.

They were terrified that Yang Guang would drag them back for another physical exorcism.

Looking at the behavior of these people.

Several veteran criminal police officers in the city police station compound were dumbfounded.

Are they still the same ruthless and evil cultists?

Why are they acting as enthusiastically as if they're queuing up for welfare?

Lin Yue has completed the handover of the escort mission.

Only then did he walk to the riot control vehicle and watch Yang Guang and the other two swagger off.

Lin Yue waved her hand and said, "Alright."

"You should leave too."

Yang Guang, with his hands in his school uniform pockets, didn't rush to leave. Instead, he stepped forward and looked at Lin Yue with a serious expression.

"Officer, I'm not kidding, I have something serious to tell you."

Seeing his unusually serious expression, Lin Yue also dropped her casual demeanor: "What's wrong?"

Yang Guang lowered his voice and said in a serious tone, "These evil cultivators are like rats now, all swarming into Fengdu City."

"They must have bases elsewhere."

"You'll have to be more careful from now on, especially when you encounter cases involving cruel methods or those mysterious grandsons in black robes."

"Never send your people to their deaths in a head-on confrontation."

"Call me immediately!"

Yang Guang patted his chest: "Leave this hot potato to me!"

"I guarantee I'll arrange everything perfectly for them!"

Lin Yue gave Yang Guang a deep look.

She knew that the seriousness of the matter far exceeded what ordinary police officers could handle.

The special departments above had been keeping an eye on Yang Guang for a long time, especially since she had cooperated with him so many times.

I know that although this kid seems stingy and unreliable most of the time, he can definitely hold his own when it matters.

Lin Yue nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, I understand."

"I will notify you immediately if there is any news or rumors about evil practices or paranormal cases."

"But be careful, these people are ruthless lunatics who will stop at nothing."

Yang Guang chuckled, reverting to his usual smug look.

"They're crazy, and I'm the one who specializes in treating the crazy!"

"Alright, let's go!"

I said goodbye to Lin Yue.

Yang Guang led Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi out of the city bureau gate.

The streets were bustling with traffic.

Yang Guang stood on the curb and stretched out a big yawn.

"Brother Guang, where are we going now?"

Chu Sheng rubbed his bald head, picked up his porcelain cup, and asked, "Going back to sleep?"

"Sleep my ass."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes: "Let's go find Old Jia."

"He took that little girl back with him. Let's go check on her."

"Don't let that old swindler lead that young girl astray."

Done.

Yang Guang waved and flagged down a taxi.

Although he made a fortune today, his eyelids still twitched twice when he got in the car and looked at the meter.

It hurts!

The car drove all the way to the urban villages in the old city.

The roads here are narrow and full of potholes, making it impossible for taxis to get through.

The two people and the dog could only get off at the entrance of the alley and walk in.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at the door of the old, dilapidated rental house that Jia Youcai had rented.

We hadn't even reached the door yet.

Yang Guang then heard a loud, energetic voice coming from inside the room, trying to deceive people.

"Tongtong, remember this."

"When we're fortune telling at a stall, the first sentence is the most important; it must be incisive and hit the nail on the head!"

"For example, if you meet a plump middle-aged woman, you can't call her fat!"

"You must say, sir, your face is radiant with health and fortune; it's a sign of great wealth and prosperity, and you'll bring good luck to your husband and children!"

"The moment you say that, that old lady's wallet is already half-opened for you!"

Then, Tongtong's sweet, childish voice came from inside the house.

"I understand, Grandpa Jia."

"What if you encounter a skinny one?"

"Those who are thinner are easier to fool!"

Old Jia slapped his thigh, his voice practically glowing: "You've always told me, benefactor, that your bone structure is extraordinary, so thin you're practically bony—you're destined for immortality!"

"Unfortunately, there is a faint dark aura between the eyebrows, which suggests that you may suffer a minor financial loss in the near future."

"I need to buy a talisman to ward off bad luck!"

"Ten yuan a piece, fair and square!"

Hearing this familiar routine.

Yang Guang, standing outside the door, turned pale.

Damn it.

These old fogies are really teaching swindling and cheating as part of their nine-year compulsory education!

Yang Guang didn't say a word.

Lift your right foot.

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

The two people inside, one big and one small, were startled by the sudden loud noise.

Jia Youcai was sitting on a broken sofa, holding a photocopy of a yellow talisman in his hand, maintaining the posture of preaching and imparting knowledge.

Tongtong sat opposite him on a small stool, holding a worn-out notebook and taking notes.

Holy crap!

Old Jia was so startled that his hand trembled, and the yellow talisman fell to the ground: "Who is it?!"

"A robbery in broad daylight!"

Yang Guang strode in with his hands in his school uniform pockets and a dark expression on his face.

Following behind were Chu Sheng, carrying a large porcelain cup, and Er Lengzi, who started sniffing everywhere as soon as he entered the room.

"Old Jia!"

Yang Guang pointed at Jia Youcai's nose and cursed, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

"I'm entrusting this well-behaved and sensible little girl to you."

"You didn't teach her the Three Hundred Tang Poems, or the multiplication table."

"You're here early in the morning teaching her how to be a proper con artist?"

When Lao Jia saw that it was Yang Guang, his earlier fright vanished instantly.

He stiffened his neck and stood up from the sofa, patting the dust off his hands.

"You don't know anything!"

"I'm teaching her survival skills!"

Old Jia glared at Yang Guang defiantly: "This society is so complicated these days. If you don't learn how to read people, you'll get bullied to death when you go out into the world!"

"We'll talk about it later!"

"This is all the skill I have left. If I don't pass it on to her, am I supposed to take it to my grave?"

"Amitabha."

Chu Sheng stepped forward, held one hand in front of his chest, and looked at the little notebook in Tongtong's hand with a speechless expression.

"Old Jia, you've really committed a terrible sin."

"This humble monk sees that this child has good potential; perhaps I should teach her two Great Compassion Mantras."

"Paired with heavy metal music, he'll definitely grow up to be a talent who can dance clubs and perform rituals for the dead."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Old Jia spat in annoyance, "Playing those cheesy DJ tracks every day like you do is a complete disaster!"

Er Lengzi sidled up to Tongtong and rubbed his head against Tongtong's leg.

"Woof!"

"Little brat, your grandpa's here to see you!"

"Did you leave any bones for Dog-Master?"

Tongtong put down her notebook, showing no fear of Er Lengzi.

Instead, she reached out her little hand and touched Er Lengzi's black and white fur.

Then she raised her head, her clear, big eyes looking at Yang Guang, and sweetly called out, "Big brother."

The word "big brother" made Yang Guang feel a strange, tender feeling in his heart.

Even after experiencing such a terrible thing, this little girl's obedient nature hasn't changed at all.

Yang Guang's murderous aura vanished instantly.

He walked up to Tongtong, squatted down, and gently ruffled her messy hair, a rare occurrence for him.

"Good boy, Tongtong."

Don't take the nonsense that old swindler taught you to heart.

"Did you hear that?"