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

They were all dumbfounded, standing blankly at the door, their palms even sweating with nervousness.

Fortunately, Yang Guang was standing at the door blocking the way.

Otherwise, given their psychological resilience, it's uncertain whether they could withstand this bizarre situation.

Less than twenty minutes.

The kitchen range hood has stopped working.

The old man slowly walked out of the kitchen, carrying several white porcelain plates with chipped edges.

Soon all the dishes were served; it was quite a feast of four dishes and a soup.

The old man walked to the table, pulled out a wooden chair, and stretched out his hands to make an extremely strenuous lifting motion.

Settle the "grandson" in.

The old man walked around to the other side of the table, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down.

They picked up a pair of blackened wooden chopsticks, placed them on the table, and laughed, "Tongtong, are you starving?"

"Eat quickly."

"After you finish eating, Grandpa will take you to play."

Yang Guang leaned against the door frame, his hands in the pockets of his faded sweatpants, his left leg casually crossed in front of his right.

He bumped his head against the door frame.

It made a soft "thump" sound.

Yang Guang found the heartwarming scene of the old man to be nothing but a source of ridicule.

A hardcore mukbang (eating broadcast) duo consisting of an underage water ghost and a walking corpse grandpa.

He turned to look outside the door and saw several SWAT officers behind riot shields, their bodies extremely stiff.

The veins on the back of his hand holding the gun were bulging.

They couldn't see the little water ghost Tongtong at all.

Within their line of sight, there was only an old man covered in purplish-black lividity.

The old man held his chopsticks, picked up a piece of oily stir-fried meat, and paused in mid-air for two seconds.

With a soft splatter.

The stir-fried meat slices fell directly onto the empty wooden chair.

The old man nodded, his face beaming with joy.

The chopsticks reached into the plate again, picked up a piece of green vegetable, and offered it to the empty air in front of them.

The greens fell onto the chair again, mixing with the piece of meat from before.

The whole process repeats itself.

In the sixth-floor hallway, only the crisp sound of chopsticks tapping on a porcelain plate remained.

The SWAT officer standing at the front had his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

This scene directly traumatized these tough guys who had been working on the front lines.

now.

The old man put down his chopsticks, turned to look at the doorway, and his gray, withered face was distorted by the rotting flesh that pressed together as he turned his head: "Young man."

"Don't stand there."

"Want to come and share a bite?"

"There's nothing fancy at home, so we'll just eat whatever's available."

Yang Guang shook his head and said casually, "No need, sir."

"I just ate before I came, and I'm very full now. You and Tongtong can eat slowly, don't worry about me."

Yang Guang's main approach was to politely decline.

What a joke.

Although the dishes on the table were all normal, the old man's aura was a mixture of corpse energy and the smell of cooking food. An ordinary person would get a high fever for three days just from smelling it.

If I were to actually take a bite...

Tomorrow we can just take our household registration booklets to the underground lottery to choose a burial site!

The old man nodded, then turned around and continued staring at the ball of air.

Outside.

The air condensed.

A strong stench of corpses wafted out in waves.

Despite the stench, the criminal police captain moved extremely slowly, stopping less than half a meter away from Yang Guang.

He opened his mouth slightly and asked in a low voice, "Boy."

"What exactly is going on?"

The captain's chest heaved rapidly; twenty years of criminal investigation experience vanished in an instant.

He even began to have doubts.

Is there some new type of hallucinogenic gas in this old, dilapidated building that caused this old man to go mad and experience these absurd hallucinations?

Yang Guang turned his head, glanced at the captain, and said irritably, "Would you believe me if I told you?"

"Keep quiet, just watch!"

Yang Guang curled his lip, "You guys just pressed me down and rubbed me in the wall plaster."

Now you know to ask me?

I'm not going to tell you.

Fifteen minutes later.

The old man supported himself on his knees with both hands and slowly stood up, making an extremely piercing "crackling" sound from between his bones.

He reached out and gathered the pile of food on the chair, along with the bowls and plates, into his arms.

They quickly and efficiently began tidying up.

He not only cleaned the kitchen, but also kept the whole house spotless.

After doing all this, he raised his right hand and made a grasping motion in mid-air.

In Yang Guang's view, the old man was leading the little water sprite Tongtong, who was soaking wet, and walking step by step toward the security door.

The yellowish-brown muddy water left a trail of watery footprints on the floor as Tongtong stepped on the soles of her feet.

The old man stopped next to the old shoe rack in the entryway.

He was less than a meter away from Yang Guang.

The overwhelming stench of fermenting corpses hit Yang Guang's face directly.

The old man looked at Yang Guang and suddenly bowed to him, saying, "Thank you, Master Yang."

"Holy crap?"

"You actually knew you were dead?"

This completely stumped Yang Guang.

I thought it was a zombie, which made me so nervous and cautious. But it turns out this thing is actually a living corpse?

The criminal police captain outside the door suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Yang Guang.

Even Yang Guang couldn't figure it out, so they're even less likely to succeed!

The key question is, what's this old man's name, Yang Guang?

Celestial Master?

What era is this?

What kind of feudal superstitious trash is being shown in the middle of the night?

But then the old man continued with a smile, "Thank you for bringing Tongtong back."

"I've been guarding this place for over a month, just in case this child can't find his way home."

"Now that he's back, I'm relieved."

The old man bowed to Yang Guang again and said solemnly, "I actually knew I was dead a long time ago."

"I was just hanging on by a thread, unable to swallow it down. Now that Tongtong is back, she's eaten, and the house is clean."

"Now we have no regrets. Please, Celestial Master, send us, grandfather and grandson, off on our journey."

Yang Guang looked at him intently, sighed, and said, "I thought you guys were trying to set me up, but since you know everything, that saves me the trouble."

"You know the rules of our agency, right?"

The old man nodded, glanced at Tongtong with reluctance, then turned and asked doubtfully, "Master, you see, I'm already this old now. I can certainly offer my tears, but I have no teeth. I wonder if dentures will do?"

Holy crap?

When Yang Guang heard this, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He looked at the old man in disbelief and said, "No, sir, are you kidding me?"

"denture?"

"What would I need that thing for?"

The old man clearly felt sorry for his grandson and didn't want to pull his tooth.

But he also knew that there was no such thing as paying for dentures; he just wanted to give it a try.

Since Yang Guang refused, he could only settle for second best and ask, "What about the cavities?"

Yang Guang's face darkened completely.

He glared at the old man and said irritably, "No, sir, do you think I'm a dentist?"