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

Jia Youcai's voice echoed several times on the cemetery road before finally dissipating.

Yang Guang didn't bother with him.

After exchanging contact information with Zhou Dacheng and agreeing to meet that evening, Yang Guang said goodbye to Jia Youcai and Zhou Dacheng.

Er Lengzi followed behind, sniffing out all sorts of strange smells from the ground.

After exiting the cemetery gate, Yang Guang stood by the roadside and looked around.

Bus stop sign.

It is 300 meters away from the gate.

Yang Guang jogged over, stood under the bus stop sign, and took out his phone to check the route.

It takes about forty minutes and two bus transfers to get to Jiang Siyu's place from here.

He leaned against the bus stop pillar and began waiting for the bus.

It didn't even take two minutes.

My phone vibrated.

The caller ID showed Jiang Siyu.

Yang Guang answered the call.

"Feed?"

A cold female voice came from the other end: "Master Yang, have you forgotten about my matter?"

Yang Guang immediately straightened up and said, "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten!"

"I'm just about to go!"

Where are you?

Yang Guang glanced at the faded bus stop sign above his head and said quite calmly, "I'm waiting for the bus, it'll be here soon."

There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

There was a three-second silence, and then Jiang Siyu spoke.

His voice was just a tiny bit louder: "Are you waiting for the bus?"

He pronounced each word with particular emphasis.

Yang Guang didn't quite understand why she was repeating that sentence, so he honestly added, "Yes, take bus number 2 and transfer to bus number 7. It should take about forty minutes to get there."

"..."

Jiang Siyu remained silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone.

Yang Guang could even hear a very restrained sigh squeezed out from his nose.

"I'll give you two hundred thousand."

"Um."

Are you waiting for the bus?

Are you serious?

Yang Guang was completely bewildered.

He wondered what the problem was.

Buses are cheap!

It only costs two yuan to get there; a taxi would cost at least fifty or sixty yuan.

Fifty or sixty yuan is enough for him to eat in the cafeteria for a week.

But before he could explain his frugal spending philosophy, Jiang Siyu's tone had already changed from cold to helpless.

"Take a taxi here."

"I'll reimburse you once we arrive."

Yang Guang's eyes suddenly lit up.

to reimburse?

That word sounds so beautiful!

It's more beautiful than any sweet talk!

Without a second's hesitation, Yang Guang immediately changed his tune: "Okay, rich lady!"

"I'll be right there!"

Be careful on the road!

"...It's you on your way."

"Yes, yes, I'll be careful!"

Hang up the phone.

Yang Guang was much more energetic.

He sprang out from under the bus stop sign, his right hand stretched straight out onto the road, his gesture of stopping the bus was incredibly decisive and efficient.

Er Lengzi squatted at his feet, tilting his head, looking completely confused.

Yang Guang glanced down at it.

Don't look at me.

"That rich lady said she'd reimburse me!"

"What's this called?"

"That's called a reasonable expense that you voluntarily take on!"

"Although I, Yang Guang, am poor, I will never take advantage of others."

"When someone gives it to you voluntarily, that's called sincerity."

"If I refused, that would be disrespectful."

Er Lengzi tugged at his ear.

"Father Yang, you're even more shameless than me."

"Shut up!"

The taxi stopped after twenty seconds.

Yang Guang gave the address and then got into the back seat with Er Lengzi.

This time he sat particularly comfortably.

Spend other people's money, ride in your own car, and enjoy the scenery outside the window.

Ah, life.

There are a few wonderful minutes every now and then.

Twenty-five minutes later.

The taxi turned onto a mountain road.

The vegetation along the road is becoming denser and the spacing between plants is becoming wider.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a detached villa.

The three-story white building is backed by a green mountain of moderate height.

The front yard was planted with neatly trimmed shrubs. Yang Guang opened the car door and stepped onto the smooth stone path.

He was just about to settle the bill with the driver when the villa's wrought iron gate opened from the inside.

Jiang Siyu stood at the door.

She held up her phone and waved it at Yang Guang.

"It's already been paid for."

Yang Guang glanced down at the meter.

Sixty-two pieces.

Good guy.

It was indeed 31 times more expensive than taking the bus.

Fortunately, he didn't pay for it.

So I don't feel bad at all.

Yang Guang got out of the car with a smug look on his face, and Er Lengzi followed closely behind.

The driver glanced at the man and dog in the rearview mirror, shook his head, and stepped on the gas and drove away.

Jiang Siyu put away her phone and stepped aside to let her in: "Come in."

But Yang Guang didn't move.

He stood outside the gate, his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to examine the villa.

It's not about looking at the building itself.

He was looking at something else.

Jiang Siyu stood inside the door, waited for two seconds but no one came in, and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Guang did not answer.

He took two steps to the left and leaned half his body out to look at the right side of the villa.

He moved two more steps to the right and craned his neck to glance at the left side of the villa.

At last.

His gaze passed over the roof of the villa and landed on the mountain behind it.

That mountain isn't high.

From the front, the greenery is so dense that it looks no different from the surrounding mountains.

But Yang Guang's perspective is not that of an ordinary person.

The most basic skill he learned from his grandfather since childhood was to observe the terrain and discern the flow of energy.

The location of this villa is quite good.

With an open view in front and mountains flanking both sides, it's considered a good layout according to the standards of a residential building.

But there's a problem with the back mountain.

The feeling that something was wrong was very faint, and it was almost imperceptible during the day.

But Yang Guang's senses were not just for show.

The ridgeline of that mountain was deviated to the right at a very subtle angle.

Such a deviation is so great that a normal person wouldn't even be able to see it, let alone measure it accurately with a ruler.

But for Yang Guang, this thing was as obvious as a pimple on his face.

A shift in the ridgeline indicates that the energy flow of the mountain behind it has gone astray.

And it's not the kind of mishap that forms naturally.

Yang Guang took a couple more glances.

The trees in the area behind the villa are not growing evenly.

The trees on the left are lush and green, while those on the right are noticeably sparser, and their leaves are darker in color.

This is not a matter of season.

There's something sucking up the soil from underneath.

It's similar to the feng shui arrangement I saw in the cemetery today, only on a much smaller scale and with completely different techniques.

The cemetery is a man-made structure designed to attract evil spirits.

Yang Guang isn't sure about that yet.

But one thing is certain.

The ghost of the old woman possessing Jiang Siyu was abnormal to begin with.

How could an ordinary wandering ghost possess a living person?

How can it be that it doesn't flare up during the day, but only comes out at night?

This kind of precise possession technique is either supported by something or has special geographical advantages.

Now that Yang Guang is standing at the villa's entrance, the answer is obvious.

Seeing Yang Guang standing outside staring blankly at the mountain behind him, Jiang Siyu walked over and stood next to him.

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Guang withdrew his gaze and glanced at her sideways.

"Rich lady, how many years have you owned this villa?"

Jiang Siyu was taken aback, not expecting him to ask this: "You just bought it and moved here this year?"

"Has anything happened before you moved in?"

"What is it?"

Yang Guang raised his hand and pointed towards the back mountain: "Do you know what that area behind your mountain used to be used for?"