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Yang Guang stumbled back two large steps, his back slamming heavily against the peeling plaster on the wall.

The lime was falling down in a rustling sound.

What the hell!

Where did this thing come from in the middle of the night?

Take a closer look.

He was 1.2 meters tall and wearing a faded blue Ultraman short-sleeved shirt.

His eyes were completely black, with no white showing at all!

Water droplets were dripping down his bluish trouser leg.

A small puddle of water quickly formed on the ground.

A pungent, fishy stench from the ditch wafted over.

Water ghost.

It was also a water ghost filled with resentment.

The nerve in Yang Guang's brain that was specifically designed for making money suddenly went live.

Just a moment ago I was heartbroken over a balance of two yuan and fifty cents, but now all I can think about are those four words.

My second pot of gold!

Indeed, there's always a way out!

The rules of the funeral service center are clear: you must complete three formal commissions before you can take on private jobs and make big money.

The old squad leader will calculate one order.

This little guy, soaking wet, is a perfect second order, isn't he?

A big client!

Yang Guang immediately squatted down.

He rubbed his hands vigorously on his knees.

She smiled extremely brightly.

"Little brother."

"It's so dangerous to be running around outside in the middle of the night."

"Tell your brother, what's your name?"

The water ghost child stared blankly at him, his two bluish-purple lips opening and closing: "My name is Tongtong."

"Tongtong, right?"

Yang Guang took half a step forward: "Want to go home, huh?"

Tongtong nodded blankly.

Yang Guang raised an index finger and shook it: "My brother is a kind-hearted citizen."

"Specially designed to help lost children find their way home."

"However, we need to go through a procedure."

Tongtong's all-black eyes darted around, her face full of confusion: "You repeat after your brother."

"I'm officially asking my older brother to take me home."

"Say those words, and your brother will take you away right away."

This is the key password that triggers the system's judgment; it absolutely cannot be taken lightly!

Tongtong slowly opened her mouth.

"I'm officially asking my older brother to take me home."

That's it!

Order accepted!

Yang Guang slapped his thigh and stood up straight.

"Walk!"

"Tongtong, lead the way!"

"Brother will take you home right away!"

Tongtong raised her stiff, purple right hand and pointed straight to the top of her head: "My home is up there."

Yang Guang looked up at the stairs.

This building?

This old, run-down place is really a lucky spot today; it's generated two business deals in one night.

He was about to take a step when he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and glanced at the security door behind him.

Xu Mingxiu's suppressed sobs could still be faintly heard from inside the door.

Humans and ghosts are on different paths.

The old squad leader had too much yin energy about him.

If a living person stays in such a confined space for a long time, they may get sick and develop a fever, or even become seriously ill.

The sister-in-law and the school beauty were already frightened.

If they are further affected by yin energy, it will have a significant impact on them!

This is absolutely unacceptable!

Yang Guang pulled a crumpled piece of yellow paper from his pocket, held it between his index and middle fingers, and suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Snapped!"

The yellow talisman was firmly stuck to the center of the security door.

This is a talisman for gathering Yin energy.

It specifically absorbs yin energy.

With this thing there, the old sergeant can stay inside until dawn without causing any harm to the mother and daughter.

"Old squad leader, you just stay inside and behave yourself."

"I'm off to earn my second pot of gold."

Yang Guang dusted off his hands and turned to look at the stairs: "Let's go, Tongtong."

The hallway was dimly lit.

The voice-activated light has been broken for months.

Only a few faint patches of light shone through from the streetlights outside.

Tongtong floated ahead, water droplets hitting the cement steps, making a "drip-drip" sound.

Yang Guang followed closely behind.

The two climbed all the way to the sixth floor, where Tongtong stopped in front of a dilapidated security door covered with little "GG" stickers on it.

This is my home.

Yang Guang completely ignored him.

His attention was completely drawn to something else.

Upon stepping onto this floor, an extremely strong odor assaulted my senses.

Yang Guang immediately pinched his nose.

This smell wasn't the stench of a sewer, but the purest, most authentic smell of death!

It even had a musty smell, as if it had never seen the sun for years.

How could there be such a strong smell of death in this old, dilapidated place?

This concentration!

There's at least one large, formidable zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) hidden inside the house!

How could a water ghost, a malevolent spirit of this level, be in someone's home?

Yang Guang didn't panic at all. Instead, he moved his wrist and his knuckles made two crisp "crack" sounds.

"Tongtong, step back a bit."

Tongtong immediately took three steps back.

Yang Guang rapidly formed hand seals, his movements so fast they created double images.

In less than two seconds, he formed an extremely complex hand seal.

With his right hand outstretched, he pointed sharply at the keyhole of the security door.

"break!"

"Crack!"

A piercing metallic snapping sound rang out.

The lock cylinder of the security door broke on the spot, and the heavy iron door popped open a crack.

The moment the door opened, a thick, dark aura mixed with a suffocating stench of corpses gushed out from the crack in the door.

Yang Guang tilted his head back as he was choked by the fumes.

Grandpa's.

Did this family buy a biological weapon and ferment it at home?

He raised his right leg, ready to kick the door open and go in to show off his skills, when suddenly a series of extremely hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell below.

The military boots slammed loudly on the concrete steps.

Three powerful flashlight beams swept upwards from below.

It hit Yang Guang squarely in the face.

The intense light was extremely blinding, so Yang Guang immediately raised his left arm to shield his eyes.

"Don't move!"

"police!"

"Hands behind your head!"

Accompanied by harsh reprimands.

Three burly men dressed in black special forces uniforms and fully armed rushed forward and grabbed Yang Guang's shoulder with a powerful grappling move.

Another person grabbed his wrist and twisted it sharply backward.

Yang Guang didn't even have time to react.

His right cheek slammed solidly into the peeling plaster on the wall next to him.

With a "click," the cold metal handcuffs were firmly fastened to his hands.

The script is wrong!

Yang Guang was completely dumbfounded.

He twisted his neck forcefully, trying to turn his head: "No!"

"Officer, you've arrested the wrong person!"

"I'm not a thief!"

"I'm a kind citizen who helped the lost child get home!"

The policeman who was holding his head down snorted coldly.

He suddenly exerted force on his hand.

Yang Guang's face once again came into extremely close contact with the wall plaster.

"A lost child?"

"In the middle of the night, you're breaking into a crime scene, and you're talking about a lost child?"

"Behave yourself!"

Crime scene?

What crime scene?

Yang Guang frantically turned his head, searching for Tongtong: "Tongtong!"

"Quickly explain this to your brother!"

The flashlight beam swept in the direction he turned his head.

Empty and desolate.

Apart from a patch of water, there wasn't a soul in sight.

That wretched kid had vanished without a trace the moment the police rushed up!

Damn it!

I've been tricked!

These days, even underage water ghosts don't have any sense of martial ethics?