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

"Master Yang, let's set off now."

Zhou Dacheng sat down to the side, his attitude so respectful that there was not a single fault with him.

Yang Guang nodded.

The convoy started smoothly.

It took a full hour to get there, and the carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The shock absorption effect is excellent.

Yang Guang didn't even feel a bump.

The convoy stopped at the end of a winding mountain road.

This place is far from Fengdu city, and is surrounded by lush forests.

Zhou Dacheng was the first to open the car door.

"Master Yang, there's a private cemetery area ahead. The road isn't paved, so cars can't get in."

"It takes about twenty minutes to walk."

Yang Guang jumped out of the car and slung the faded, tattered canvas bag over his shoulder.

He strode up the mountain.

Er Lengzi charged ahead on all fours, marking his path by urinating in the grass as he ran.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the terrain suddenly became extremely open.

In the very center, surrounded by mountains, lies a vast flat area.

In the center of the flat land stood an extremely luxurious tomb.

The floor is paved with marble, and the tombstone is carved from white marble. On the left and right sides, there is a stone lion about half the height of a person.

Two bronze incense burners were placed in front of the tomb.

That's quite a grand affair.

Yang Guang stood at the edge of the cemetery and walked halfway around the large tomb.

His hands were in his pockets.

The soles of the shoes rolled over the white marble floor tiles.

He didn't even take out his compass.

He simply looked up at the ridgeline opposite him, then turned around and glanced at the mountains behind him.

He stomped his right foot hard down three steps in front of the tombstone!

boom!

A very muffled echo came from underground.

Yang Guang stopped what he was doing and snapped his fingers crisply.

"This place is nice!"

Zhou Dacheng quickly stepped forward, his tone urgent: "Master, is there a problem with the feng shui here?"

"Is there a problem?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, pointed to the mountains directly in front of him, and said, "The Anshan Mountain is beautiful, with layers upon layers of peaks."

"The continuous mountain ridges on the left are called the Azure Dragon Embracing the Mountains."

"These hills on the right are low-lying, which is why the white tiger is tamed."

"The spot where I just stomped my foot has abundant underground energy; this is called a dragon vein settling in!"

"Boss Zhou, this feng shui layout is not only not off, but it's actually a top-notch feng shui treasure land."

Yang Guang patted the outer edge of the bronze incense burner: "If you bury your father here today, your family's assets will at least double in three years."

"Even if all your descendants are spendthrifts, this land will ensure your Zhou family's prosperity for a hundred years."

The voice just fell.

Zhou Dacheng, his two bodyguards, and his assistant froze on the spot.

The assistant even forgot about the tablet she was holding.

Zhou Dacheng's mouth dropped open.

He spent a full three million to buy this land, and even had the best feng shui master in Hong Kong look at it.

But that top master spent an entire day carrying a compass and calculating dozens of formulas before arriving at his conclusion.

The young man in front of me was wearing tattered sportswear.

He walked halfway around with his hands behind his back.

He stomped down with his foot.

You saw right through it all at a glance?

Even the conclusion is exactly the same as what the Hong Kong market expert said!

Zhou Dacheng's awe of Yang Guang instantly surged, and his attitude became extremely cautious: "Master Yang is truly a divine being!"

"But if this is such a rare and auspicious place, why does my dad keep appearing in my dreams every day?"

"For half a month straight!"

Zhou Dacheng slapped his thigh, jumping up and down in frustration: "And every time he dreams of it, he's beaten until his nose is weak and his face is swollen!"

"He knelt on the ground and begged me to move him to another place, saying he couldn't stay there any longer."

"What on earth is going on?"

Yang Guang scratched his messy scalp: "Good feng shui only means that the living descendants can benefit from it and gain wealth."

"But matters of the underworld are not under the jurisdiction of feng shui."

"For example, you buy a house in a top-tier school district with an excellent environment."

"But what if the neighbors are all gangsters carrying machetes who collect protection money and block the door every day demanding money?"

"Even if your feng shui is excellent, are you comfortable living here?"

Zhou Dacheng gasped for breath and shivered.

Jia Youcai, rubbing his hands together excitedly, leaned closer and said, "Brother, does that mean Old Master Zhou ran into some thugs?"

"Should we go down and fight?"

"It's about taking over territory!"

Yang Guang glared at him irritably: "What are you talking about? Should I let you go first?"

Jia Youcai coughed lightly and immediately said awkwardly, "Then I'd better not."

"I'll mainly be doing odd jobs for you this time."

"Wait a bit."

"Let's talk about it when it's completely dark."

The sun slowly sank behind the mountains.

The surrounding light was gradually swallowed up by the mountains and forests.

It was 11:05 PM.

It's just past midnight.

The temperature in the entire mountain area suddenly plummeted.

A cold wind swept across the ground.

It wasn't the kind of cold that comes from cold air, but a tingling sensation that went straight to your bones.

Zhou Dacheng shivered three times from the cold, hugging his arms tightly with both hands, his teeth chattering.

The bodyguards also shrank back.

Jia Youcai immediately pulled out a stack of yellow talismans from his bag.

They slapped it onto their foreheads and chests.

He then pulled out another card and slapped it on Zhou Dacheng's back.

"Don't be afraid, Boss Zhou! With my Jia Youcai's protective talisman, no ghost can harm you!"

The paper talisman was pasted on my back, but it didn't feel warm at all.

Zhou Dacheng was still shivering from the cold.

As for Er Lengzi, he was lying down and sleeping, completely ignoring the situation.

Yang Guang stood up.

Brush the dirt off your bottom.

He put two fingers together and quickly swept them across his face.

next second.

Yang Guang then saw that the cemetery was crowded with people.

wrong!

It was packed with ghosts!

Thirty-odd ghosts, densely packed together!

They were all male ghosts!

And they're all quite old.

Yang Guang gasped for breath.

This scene is absolutely mind-blowing!

The thirty-odd male ghosts completely surrounded Zhou Dacheng's father's tombstone.

There are three more hanging from the branches of the crooked tree on the left.

Its tongue was sticking out, a full half-foot long, and its two legs were dangling in mid-air as it looked down at the tombstone and spat.

Next to the stone lion on the right, there is a ghost missing a leg.

He was gripping a rusty iron chain and was frantically whipping the stone base.

The circle of ghosts standing directly in front of the tombstone had all sorts of different shapes and sizes.

The shirtless, burly man at the front had a huge, bloody hole in his chest, and he held a broken red brick from the cemetery high in his hand.

a bit!

Two!

It slammed hard onto Old Man Zhou's tombstone.

Accompanied by the dull thud of stones being smashed, the angry curses of these ghosts could have turned the graveyard upside down.

"That bastard surnamed Zhou!"

"Come out and face your death!"

"I won't let this go until I've torn your grave to shreds!"

Beside him, an old ghost dressed in a rumpled Brazilian suit was frantically poking at the cemetery altar with a broken mop handle in his hand.

"You old bastard! Come out and get your beating!"

A ghost with a blood-stained face squeezed in from the back row, carrying a chipped, broken iron basin.

The basin was filled with foul-smelling black water.

"Make way, make way!"

"Let me pee on him!"

These angry shouts and curses intertwined, creating a terrifying atmosphere of resentment.

Resentment is overwhelming!

There were over thirty ghosts, all spewing their breath at this grave.

Each of them carried a menacing aura that could drive an ordinary person insane on the spot.

Yang Guang stood ten meters away.

I was completely dumbfounded.

He was still holding two incense sticks in his hand, ready to be lit, when his fingers paused.

What kind of hellish situation is this?

Yang Guang turned around and glanced at Zhou Dacheng, who was shivering from the cold.

That legendary, extremely filial, and incredibly successful boss, Mr. Zhou.

Then turn to look at this vengeful spirit number 30, whose anger level has exploded.

Yang Guang was completely baffled.

What heinous thing did this guy's father do?