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

Moreover, it's a high-end traffic generator that comes with a built-in commission of 500,000!

Yang Guang's brain circuits were instantly electrified.

He suddenly stopped and turned around to stare at Jia Youcai with a serious expression, which startled Jia Youcai.

"You said it yourself."

Yang Guang raised a finger and shook it: "We'll split the profits fifty-fifty."

Jia Youcai was taken aback, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellow teeth.

"point!"

"We must divide it!"

"I'll give you a share of today's order!"

Jia Youcai slapped his thigh, his face beaming with joy.

But then he leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "But you'll have to cooperate with me later."

"How can we cooperate?"

"Don't steal my thunder in front of the clients."

Jia Youcai said with a serious expression, "I am the master in charge, and you are the junior brother I invited here."

"If you encounter a fake one, you can just stand by and serve tea and water."

"If you encounter a real one, I'll call out 'Junior Brother,' and you rush in."

"If the client asks afterward, just say that everything was done under the guidance of Master Jia."

"That's the only way I can get the money; otherwise, I'll have to smash my signboard."

Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

Good guy.

To put it bluntly, Old Deng's business model is that he is responsible for boasting and attracting business, while he is responsible for doing the hard work and risking his life.

He ate the meat and drank the soup himself.

wrong.

If the profits are split 50/50, it's barely considered that everyone eats their own food.

But why should he get half just by talking?

Forget it.

Let's get our first pot of gold first.

Yang Guang reluctantly nodded: "Okay."

"However, let me state this first."

Yang Guang held up three fingers: "First, if you encounter something real, you better stay back and don't cause any trouble."

"Secondly, don't try to trick me when it comes to splitting the money. If you lose even a penny, I'll tear you apart."

"third……"

"Woof woof woof woof..."

Before Yang Guang could finish speaking, Er Lengzi's dog barked outside the door.

And the noise sounded rather strange.

Wasn't this thing just sitting quietly at the entrance of the memorial hall, gnawing on its beef bone?

We've run into something dirty!

Yang Guang immediately rushed out of the memorial hall, strode over to Er Lengzi, and looked in the direction it was barking.

Across the street.

Under a tree with dense foliage, the light from the streetlights was completely blocked by the canopy, leaving only a thick shadow.

Within that shadow, Yang Guang's pupils suddenly contracted.

A ghostly figure.

Although it was just a fleeting glance, Yang Guang saw that face clearly.

Designer shirt.

Arrogant and domineering facial features.

And there's that "I'm the best" attitude that even in death he exudes.

It's none other than someone else.

It was Zhang Xu, who had been tortured to death by Lin Ran in the bar's restroom less than two hours earlier!

Yang Guang's face instantly turned cold.

He finally understood.

Just now, Lin Ran's corpse in the mourning hall came back to life. Where did that mysterious evil aura and the commotion caused by that thing possessing the corpse come from?

So it was all this guy's doing!

That's really vindictive!

If Lin Yue hadn't pulled me over here, every single person here would be dead today!

Oh.

It's one thing to be arrogant while you're alive.

Even after you're dead, you still dare to come and disgust people?

Did you just crash into my titanium alloy steel plate?

Yang Guang slowly forced a smile.

The smile, under the dim lights outside the memorial hall, combined with Er Lengzi's frantic barking, was indescribably eerie.

Jia Youcai followed behind, panting heavily.

He followed Yang Guang's gaze to the other side of the road, but saw nothing but a tree and a dark shadow.

"Young man, what are you looking at?"

"It's alright."

"You don't need to worry about that. Go collect the money. Everything's taken care of here."

"Hehe, okay!"

"Then wait for me."

Done.

Jia Youcai eagerly prepared to run into the mourning hall, his face full of excitement.

"stop."

Yang Guang called out to him speechlessly.

Jia Youcai slammed on the brakes, turned around, and looked at Yang Guang with surprise, asking, "Brother, is there anything else?"

Yang Guang took out two yellow talismans covered in cinnabar from his bag and handed them over: "When you go in, give these two talismans to Lin Ran's parents."

"remember!"

"Have them carry it with them at all times, for at least three months."

"I take it with me when I eat, I take it with me when I sleep, and I take it with me even when I go to the toilet."

"Even when you're soaking in a hot spring or getting a scrubbing treatment, you still have to wear this thing around your neck."

Jia Youcai looked down at the two crumpled yellow papers.

The cinnabar pattern on it is completely different from the batch of 1.5 yuan bags I bought wholesale in Yiwu.

Jia Youcai carefully tucked the yellow talisman into the inside pocket of his jacket, and even patted it to make sure it didn't fall out.

"rest assured!"

"Your Uncle Jia is incredibly reliable when it comes to getting things done!"

After saying that, he dashed into the mourning hall.

Yang Guang watched the old man's retreating figure, and the corner of his mouth twitched twice.

Reliable?

You're telling me this is a reliable thing to do—you're singing Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf to accompany Lin Ran, who's supposed to be a zombie?

Yang Guang put his hands back in his pockets, just about to figure out how to deal with Zhang Xu, that restless bastard who wouldn't settle down even after he died, when he heard footsteps behind him.

Lin Yue chased after them out of the mourning hall.

She rushed to Yang Guang's side, looked him over, and lowered her voice: "Yang Guang, what exactly happened in the mourning hall just now?"

"Didn't you say you'd already sent Lin Ran away?"

"And what's inside that coffin?"

Yang Guang glanced at her sideways, not really bothered to hide anything, and casually said, "Zhang Xu did it."

"Zhang Xu?"

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she exclaimed in shock, "Isn't he dead?"

"How could he...?"

Lin Yue stopped mid-sentence.

She stared at Yang Guang in astonishment, her brows furrowed, and said, "You mean Zhang Xu also became a ghost?"

"And they've come to seek revenge on Lin Ran's family?"

Yang Guang nodded: "Mm."

"He was a menace while he was alive, and he won't stop even after he's dead."

Lin Yue's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The fact that Zhang Xu became a vengeful ghost was completely beyond her scope of duties as a police officer.

Guns can kill living people, but killing ghosts is definitely not part of the training syllabus for the public security system.

Yang Guang noticed her worry and casually said, "You don't need to worry about this."

"Lin Ran's parents will be fine."

"The two talismans I gave you will turn any evil spirits within a hundred meters into grilled squid."

As for Zhang Xu...

"When he was alive, he had a legal team, a mental health evaluation, and his father's financial power to protect him. As a high school student, I really couldn't do anything about him."

"But now that he's a ghost, that's my specialty—a perfect match!"

Lin Yue paused for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This guy can't be serious for more than three seconds.

But she did feel much more at ease.

Lin Yue said seriously, "Okay, I'll tell Captain Zhao about this when I get back."

"If you need any help, feel free to call me anytime."

Yang Guang nodded.

The two stood on the steps outside the mourning hall, neither of them speaking.

Er Lengzi lay down at the bottom of the steps and turned the gnawed beef bone around to continue gnawing on it.

They were gnawing on it with loud smacking noises, like they were running a bone crusher.

Lin Yue glanced at it.

Why does this dog eat like it hasn't eaten in eight lifetimes?