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

Er Lengzi immediately straightened up, and his tail wagged like a propeller again.

It was quite happy.

Yang Guang turned his head and looked at Lin Ran, who was floating beside him.

Lin Ran's resentment surged suddenly, the blood on her red dress thick and dripping, and her overwhelming hatred for Zhang Xu was completely unleashed at this moment.

"Alright."

Yang Guang took the last bite of grilled squid, casually tossed the skewer into the nearby trash can, and said, "Go on."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. How you want him to die is up to you."

"But we need to hurry, to avoid any more accidents."

Lin Ran nodded.

It transformed into a crimson afterimage, piercing directly through the thick walls of the bar and disappearing from the spot.

Inside the restroom.

Zhang Xu turned on the tap, cupped his hands in the icy tap water, and frantically splashed it on his face.

His pale face, covered in water droplets, was reflected in the mirror.

He grabbed a paper towel and rubbed his chin vigorously, the nausea lingering.

He's rubbing it right now.

The overhead light flickered twice without warning, and then the bathroom light went out instantly.

"Grass!"

Zhang Xu's wrist jerked violently, and the paper towel he had just torn off fell into the sink.

He cursed, "This lousy bar can't even provide electricity properly?"

"I'm going to have this place smashed to pieces tomorrow!"

He turned around, placed his hands on the doorknob, and pressed down hard.

It turned out that the door lock was stuck.

A nameless rage surged within Zhang Xu, and he raised his custom-made leather shoes and kicked the door twice.

"Open the door!"

"Are all the people outside dead?"

"Open the door for me!"

The deafening bass came through the walls, but there was no other sound from the bathroom except for the dripping of the faucet that wasn't turned off completely.

The temperature dropped sharply.

Zhang Xu shivered, goosebumps instantly spreading across his arms.

He reached into his pocket for his phone.

The screen lit up, and he turned around in the cramped space.

The huge wall mirror above the sink was facing him.

Zhang Xu froze on the spot.

The mirror was completely clean; there was no longer any reflection of him.

Under the faint glow of the phone, a tattered red dress was clearly reflected on the glass surface.

Thick, dark blood dripped from the hem of her skirt.

Lin Ran's pale, swollen face was pressed directly against the inside of the mirror.

"whee……"

A soft, ethereal laugh exploded in the enclosed space.

The laughter drilled into his ears, traveled up his spine, and soared to the top of his head.

Zhang Xu's legs instantly lost their support, and he fell straight down onto the tiles that smelled of disinfectant.

His bladder was completely out of control, and warm liquid spilled all over the floor.

"A ghost!"

Zhang Xu scrambled backward, his back slamming heavily against the toilet stall partition.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his voice cracking.

"Help!"

"dad!"

"Help me!"

"Lin Ran, I know I was wrong, please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

however.

Dense cracks appeared on the mirror surface.

A pair of bloodless hands pierced through the glass and reached out.

Cold, black liquid dripped onto Zhang Xu's head.

Lin Ran slowly floated down from mid-air. She didn't speak, but her sharp, long, pure black fingernails aimed at Zhang Xu's shoulder and plunged in.

"what……"

Zhang Xu let out a non-human scream.

The fingernail tore through the expensive shirt, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash in the flesh.

Blood gushed out.

"I was wrong, Ranran!"

"Please, please let me go! I'll burn incense for you every day from now on!"

Zhang Xu twisted his body wildly, digging his ten fingers into the tile grout, his nails bent back to the roots.

Lin Ran tilted her head.

There was not a trace of pity in his pure black eyes.

He raised his right hand and then swung it down again.

The sounds of flesh tearing apart echoed continuously in the cramped bathroom.

The top-tier booth area outside.

The girl in the tank top who had been splashed with red wine earlier pulled out a powder compact from her bag and quickly touched up her makeup.

Zhang Shao has been in the restroom for almost twenty minutes.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be alone.

Young Master Zhang must be feeling down right now. If you go and offer him some help, you can get a new Hermes bag tomorrow.

The girl swayed her hips and walked to the bathroom door in her high heels.

The surrounding area was filled with wildly dancing men and women in colorful clothes, and no one paid any attention to this side.

She stretched out her hand, painted with red nail polish, and gently pushed the door open.

The door wasn't locked; it was ajar.

The girl, in a high-pitched, sweet voice, said, "Young Master Zhang~ I can't hold it in anymore, can I come in and squeeze in with you?"

The door hinges creaked open with a teeth-grinding sound as she slowly pushed it open.

But the next second, the girl's charming smile froze on her face.

Zhang Xu was leaning against the wall, his expensive shirt torn into hundreds of shreds, and his skin covered with countless deep, flesh-revealing bloodstains.

His neck was bent at an absolutely inhuman angle, and his chin was almost touching his left shoulder.

His face was a lifeless, ashen blue, and his eyes bulged out.

The surface of the eyeball was covered with dense red blood vessels.

He stared intently at the ceiling.

"what……"

An extremely piercing scream instantly pierced through the bar's bass-heavy atmosphere, tearing apart the entire revelry.

Numerous security guards and patrons rushed toward the restrooms.

The two black-clad bodyguards who rushed forward at the front suddenly buckled at the sight of the corpse on the ground, their knees slamming heavily onto the tiles.

"Young...Young Master?"

The bodyguard's teeth were chattering wildly.

It’s over.

The richest man's only son died right under their noses.

It's all over!

In the dimly lit alley behind the bar.

A sudden gust of wind swept up from the ground, lifting the plastic bag next to the wastepaper basket into the air.

Lin Ran transformed into a streak of red light and landed three steps in front of Yang Guang.

The thick resentment emanating from her dissipated completely, and her red dress faded into an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans.

She regained her innocent and youthful appearance as a recent female college graduate.

Lin Ran clasped her hands together and bowed deeply to Yang Guang.

His waist was bent at a ninety-degree angle.

"Thank you, Celestial Master. My revenge has been achieved."

Yang Guang swallowed the last bite of grilled squid and rubbed his greasy hands on the wall tiles.

"Your outfit-changing speed is impressive."

Yang Guang looked her up and down: "When I went there, it was the big-budget release of 'The Ring,' and now you're the leading lady of a coming-of-age romance novel?"

Lin Ran straightened up.

His facial muscles completely relaxed, radiating a sense of utter relief: "The scum is dead, and the resentment naturally subsides."

Yang Guang took out the jade bottle from the tattered canvas bag.

"Alright, the ringleader shall be executed."

"Zhang Xu's business is settled. I'll send you on your way when we get back."

"Remember to prepare the reward."

"Thank you, Master."

Lin Ran bowed again, then transformed into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared into the yellow talisman.

Yang Guang put the yellow talisman in his pocket and was about to turn around when his calf was hit hard.

Er Lengzi squatted down to the side, sticking out his tongue wildly, his tail sweeping the aluminum cans on the ground with a loud clatter.

That obsequious look was extremely obvious; he was trying to curry favor.

Yang Guang slapped the dog on the head: "Why are you getting involved in this mess?"

"Tonight, at best, you've made amends!"

"You still haven't settled the debt of 100,000 yuan you owe me!"

Er Lengzi whimpered pitifully, covered his nose with his two front paws, and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

Yang Guang kicked the dog in the rear end and said irritably, "Let's go."

"Buy chicken drumsticks!"

"Woof woof woof!"

Er Lengzi immediately jumped up excitedly and disappeared into the night with Yang Guang.

On the other side...

Although Lin Yue experienced another paranormal event tonight, she felt much better because of the Zhang Xu incident.

She had already washed up, put on a face mask, and was lying in bed, ready to watch some TV shows before going to sleep.

But at that very moment...

Her phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Zhao Gang calling, Lin Yue immediately sat up straight and answered the call.

Before she could even speak, her eyes widened immediately.

She gasped in shock, exclaiming incredulously, "Zhang Xu is dead?"