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

His soul was even more twisted than when Lin Ran was alive.

His entire body emanated a thick black aura, and his face was covered with bloody scratches from Lin Ran's claws.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were churning with pure hatred.

The intense hostility made Taigu frown.

Zhang Chengwu stared intently at his son's spirit, veins bulging on his temples, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.

This is Zhang Chengwu's only bloodline in his entire life.

That's it!

Zhang Chengwu's eyes were red. He took two steps forward, wanting to reach out and touch Zhang Xu's soul, but his fingers passed right through him.

That instant.

This tycoon, who wields immense power in the business world and has countless lives on his hands, suddenly swayed violently.

He gritted his teeth and said, slowly and deliberately, "Son, you stay home during this time. I'll avenge you!"

Taigu slowly opened his eyes.

His bald head gleamed in the candlelight, and a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his mouth.

It is not compassion.

It is some kind of indescribable expectation.

Zhang Chengwu said in a deep voice, "Master."

"No matter the cost, I want that Yang Guang dead!"

"I will make sure he never reincarnates!"

Taigu stood up from the futon.

He turned around, staring at Zhang Chengwu with his cloudy old eyes for a full three seconds before slowly saying, "This humble monk understands, but Benefactor Zhang, remember what you just said."

"You said it yourself, no matter the cost."

"Don't regret it later."

The moment those four words landed, all the candles in the Buddhist hall shook violently at the same time.

On the pitch-black bronze statue of the evil Buddha, a fine crack began to spread from the base, from which a few drops of viscous, dark red liquid seeped out.

But Zhang Chengwu didn't notice any of this.

His eyes were burning red with hatred, and only one thought remained in his mind.

Yang Guang must die.

"I won't regret it!"

Zhang Chengwu's answer was resolute.

Taigu looked away.

The smile on his lips deepened slightly before he slowly said, "In that case, bring me that person's birth date and time."

"I will grant your wish."

"good!"

"I'll have someone investigate right away!"

When Zhang Chengwu rushed out of the Buddhist hall, he took out his phone and dialed three numbers in a row.

Excavation was carried out simultaneously along three lines.

Less than forty minutes.

Zhang Chengwu obtained all of Yang Guang's information, including his birth date and time.

Information is transparent these days.

For a wealthy person to investigate the background of an ordinary person is no different than turning over their own drawer.

After receiving the information, Zhang Chengwu spent another ten minutes cross-referencing the data returned from the other two lines.

Finally, Yang Guang's birth date was accurate down to the hour.

Zhang Chengwu copied the information onto a red sheet of paper; the handwriting was messy but clear.

Clutching the red paper, he strode back to the Buddhist hall.

The moment Zhang Chengwu pushed the door open, he paused for a second.

The Buddhist hall has changed.

In the hour he was gone, Taigu rearranged the entire room.

The Buddhist hall, which originally only had prayer cushions and an offering table, now has all four walls covered with strips of cloth.

Those strips of cloth were not ordinary cloth.

It was coarse linen soaked in a dark red liquid, hanging down from the ceiling to the floor in dense, overlapping strips.

The symbols drawn on it were crooked and messy.

The symbols are arranged randomly, but looking at them for too long can make you dizzy.

Zhang Chengwu glanced at it and quickly looked away.

Taigu was squatting on the ground, drawing something on the bluestone floor tiles with a blood-stained brush.

A huge circle has been drawn on the ground.

The circle contains countless layers of complex patterns.

Zhang Chengwu handed over the red paper with Yang Guang's birth date and time written on it.

"Master, I've found it."

Taigu took the red paper, glanced at its contents, and made a very muffled "hmm".

He placed the red paper in the very center of the circle on the ground.

Then he stood up.

A wooden box was moved out from under the offering table.

The moment the wooden crate was opened, Zhang Chengwu took a half-step back.

There was a skull in the box.

This isn't a work of art; it's a genuine human skull.

The skull surface was yellowish-black, and there were still a few strands of dried, unidentified substance remaining on the cheekbone.

Two empty eye sockets facing upwards.

It was pitch black and bottomless.

Taigu held the skull in both hands and placed it on the red paper with utmost solemnity.

The skull's jawbone pressed down on the two characters "Yang Guang".

Zhang Chengwu stood at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He's seen far too much filth.

In the business world, he has done quite a few shady jobs.

But those are things that humans do.

But this one isn't.

Taigu straightened up, a fine layer of sweat seeping from his bald head.

He walked up to the dark, sinister bronze Buddha statue, clasped his hands together, and began to chant an extremely strange incantation.

That's not chanting scriptures.

It was at least not any scripture that Zhang Chengwu had ever heard of.

The pitch fluctuated wildly, and the rhythm was extremely bizarre.

Some syllables are drawn out extremely long, with the final sound rising upwards, sounding almost like the howl of some animal.

Some syllables are extremely short, like the tongue flicking against the palate, making a rapid "da da da" sound.

The candlelight in the entire Buddhist hall began to flicker uncontrollably.

Taigu suddenly moved.

His body began to shake violently, his feet stomping on the ground alternately, and he jumped up and down on the spot.

Each time it landed, the blood-painted patterns on the bluestone tiles would light up briefly.

A dark red light flashed on and off.

It was remarkably in sync with the frequency of my heartbeat.

Zhang Chengwu stood by the door, his shirt soaked with sweat.

His body was trembling.

A chill seeped into his bones, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

As Taigu's chanting became more and more urgent, his jumping became more and more exaggerated, making him no different from a mad monkey.

Each time he jumped, the sound of his landing on the stone bricks was abnormally dull, sounding far beyond the weight his frail body should have.

Zhang Chengwu's teeth began to chatter; he seemed to sense that something in the Buddhist hall was awakening.

That feeling was extremely intense.

It's like you're standing in an empty house, and you can't see anyone, but there's always someone staring at the back of your neck.

Zhang Chengwu involuntarily lowered his head.

He didn't even dare to look at Taigu.

They dared not even look at that evil Buddha.

Then.

He heard a faint sound, which made him look up sharply.

As a result, two small red dots suddenly appeared in the two empty, dark eye sockets on the skull.

A dark red light shone from deep within the skull's eye sockets, shining brightly and directly.

In that instant, all of Zhang Chengwu's blood rushed to his head.

His legs suddenly took a big step back, and his back slammed heavily against the wooden door of the Buddhist hall with a dull thud.

He instinctively closed his eyes.

I dare not look.

I would never dare to watch that again!

Zhang Chengwu had been involved in both the legitimate and criminal worlds of Fengdu City for decades, and he had taken countless lives and witnessed countless major events.

But at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to open his eyes.

Until the chanting of the monks in the temple suddenly stopped, the entire temple became deathly quiet.

Zhang Chengwu slowly opened his eyes and saw that a wisp of black smoke seemed to be drifting from the top of the somewhat strange-looking Buddha statue that Taigu usually worshipped.

Taigu sat back down on the futon, his eyes closed.

He was just constantly turning the prayer beads in his hand.

"Master Tai... Master Taigu, is this alright?"