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

Don't say it.

It seems that's true.

It behaves the same way when it eats Kumanthong (a type of Thai spirit).

No matter what they eat, they always eat like this.

Not long after.

A series of excessively light footsteps came from the mourning hall.

Jia Youcai escaped.

The smile on Old Deng's face was so bright that it made you want to call the police.

Light footsteps.

His old arms and legs swung with great vigor.

Yang Guang checked the time.

All told, the old man was inside for less than five minutes.

Yang Guang couldn't help but admire him.

This mouth is indeed a peerless artifact honed over decades.

If he used that mouth to sell insurance, every insurance company in Fengdu City would have to give him a lifetime achievement award.

Jia Youcai jogged up to Yang Guang, rubbing his hands together and chuckling.

"nailed it!"

"Lin Ran's parents received the talisman. I told them they must keep it with them for three months!"

"They were so moved, they almost knelt down before me."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

Kneel before me?

They were probably still shaken by your singing of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf in the funeral hall.

As Jia Youcai said, "It's all settled, it's all settled," he quickly pulled out his phone: "Come on, brother, I'll transfer the money to you."

Yang Guang was taken aback, but quickly took out his phone.

have to say.

Old Deng is actually quite nice; he really does give money when he has it.

He looked down and saw that five thousand had been deposited directly into his account.

Yang Guang suddenly looked up, glared at Jia Youcai, and asked, "Old Jia, how much money did you actually take from them?"

"Harmful."

"The original agreed price was eight thousand."

"But just now, Lin Ran's parents gave us an extra two thousand to thank us for helping to deal with the zombie outbreak."

Yang Guang's mind went blank for a moment.

Wait a minute.

Dealing with a reanimated corpse?

What did you handle?

Is what you call a cheerleader?

Yang Guang opened his mouth to refute, but Jia Youcai didn't give him a chance to speak: "It's a 50/50 split, so it's a 50/50 split."

Jia Youcai patted Yang Guang on the shoulder, his face righteous and awe-inspiring: "When I, Old Jia, do things, I always uphold the code of honor!"

"You'll get what you deserve, and you won't get a penny more than you're entitled to!"

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

Yang Guang nodded: "Okay!"

"Call me later, I'm leaving now."

As soon as Jia Youcai saw Yang Guang about to leave, he became excited. He had finally managed to reach a cooperation agreement, so he had to maintain the relationship properly.

So he asked with concern, "Where are you going, bro?"

"Shall I give you a ride?"

Yang Guang shook his head: "No need."

"She suffered so much while she was alive, don't let her leave this world heartbreaking. Take good care of Lin Ran's funeral arrangements."

Jia Youcai was taken aback.

He never expected this kid to be so serious.

Then Jia Youcai patted his chest and said, "Don't worry!"

"I, Master Jia, may not be good at anything else, but this kind of work is a perfect match for my expertise!"

"I guarantee the girl will leave with dignity!"

Yang Guang's lips twitched slightly.

You don't really need to emphasize your identity.

Why does that sound so unconvincing?

Forget it.

He should be able to handle this, since he's already sent the person down.

He just wanted Lin Ran to leave this world with dignity.

The others aren't that important.

Jia Youcai stood at the entrance of the memorial hall, watching Yang Guang's figure disappear into the end of the streetlights, a smile appearing on his face.

He turned around and went back to the mourning hall with a smug look on his face.

Humming a little tune, she walked with a light step, as if she were on springs.

As for whether he was humming the song "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf," that remains unknown.

Outside the memorial hall.

Lin Yue was driving the SUV, Yang Guang was slumped in the passenger seat, and Er Lengzi was huddled in the back seat, still clutching the gnawed beef bone in his arms.

"Are you still going to have a late-night snack?"

Lin Yue, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned her head and asked a question.

Yang Guang waved his hand: "Never mind, I won't eat."

"Put it in the book!"

"I'll let you treat me next time I'm hungry."

Tonight, from finishing Lin Ran's request to Er Lengzi stealing the Buddha amulet, to the corpse turning into a zombie in the funeral hall, and finally arguing with Jia Youcai, this human repeating machine, for half a day.

I tossed and turned all night.

Even his physical fitness, honed in the military, couldn't withstand such exertion.

Lin Yue rolled her eyes at him.

I'm treating, and you're even keeping track of the bill?

However, she didn't force him. Although she hadn't known Yang Guang for long, she knew what kind of person he was.

Yang Guang stepped on the gas and drove the car to the old town street. He then opened the car door.

Er Lengzi, not following the usual path, jumped out of the car window, only to land headfirst.

And that idiot, how dare it call itself a Chinese rural dog?

We don't have a dog that stupid at home!

"Thank you, policewoman. Bye-bye, policewoman. Don't have nightmares tonight. If you do, just think of me."

"The package will solve the problem."

"Be poor."

Lin Yue rolled her eyes, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

Yang Guang yawned and pushed open the gate to the courtyard.

He collapsed onto the tattered sofa in the main room without even taking off his shoes.

Er Lengzi, with a bone in his mouth, jumped onto the other end of the sofa, spun around three times, and then lay down, pressing the beef bone under his front paws. His heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, slowly closed.

Yang Guang closed his eyes and began to make plans in his mind.

The matter of Zhang Xu turning into a vengeful ghost is not urgent for now.

Even if I don't go to him, he will come to me on his own.

As for his sister-in-law and the school beauty, he had left a protective charm beforehand, so there shouldn't be any problems in the short term.

Lin Ran's parents are also fine.

Therefore, there is only one most important thing right now.

make money.

The thought of receiving 200,000 yuan after visiting the rich woman tomorrow made Yang Guang's lips involuntarily curl upwards...

Two hundred thousand.

Although compared to the money he had previously lost on his wife, he only managed to recoup some of it.

With this 200,000 yuan as a base, at least he won't have to squat in the cafeteria every day to mooch free soup.

More importantly, Lin Ran also has Ghost Fang and Ghost Tear, and another Ghost Pearl.

You'll get 100,000 right away.

Plus the rich woman's 200,000!

Is it alright to have 300,000 deposited directly into my account?

Yang Guang rolled over on the tattered sofa, grinning widely.

I'm one step closer to my goal of having enough money to get married!

Although we are still far from there, at least we are heading in the right direction!

As long as he maintains this pace, Yang Guang's great undertaking of getting married and expanding the Yang family line will be just around the corner!

Lost in thought, Yang Guang fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he seemed to see a group of young women dressed in red wedding gowns lining up to deliver his dowry.

They're so beautiful they're practically snotting from their noses.

at the same time.

Inside the Zhang family's villa.

The lights were still on in the secret room that had been converted into a Buddhist shrine.

The door to the Buddhist hall was tightly closed.

Inside the door.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent sandalwood scent mixed with a putrid odor.

Taigu sat cross-legged on the futon, his hands clasped together, motionless.

Behind him.

Zhang Chengwu stood in the very center of the Buddhist hall.

The richest man in Fengdu City looked completely different from the respectable man in a suit and tie who attended various charity galas during the day.

His hair was disheveled, his tie was half-loose, and his eyes were sunken and bloodshot.

He exuded a menacing aura that made people afraid to approach him.

Directly in front of Zhang Chengwu, a semi-transparent phantom floated in mid-air.

Who else could it be but Zhang Xu?