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

Yang Guang turned around and glanced at Zhou Dacheng.

This filial son was so cold he looked like a penguin, his arms tightly wrapped around his body, his teeth chattering so hard they were practically sparking.

The two bodyguards fared even worse.

Although he was tall and strong, his face was ashen, and his lips were trembling.

The assistant almost dropped the tablet computer; her fingers were as stiff as frozen shrimp.

The yin energy is too strong.

The yin energy released by these thirty-odd old ghosts gathered together was beyond what ordinary people could withstand.

If I stay here for another ten minutes or so, even if I don't faint on the spot, I'll definitely get seriously ill when I get back.

Yang Guang waved to Zhou Dacheng and said, "Boss Zhou, you two can go down and wait in the car first."

Zhou Dacheng raised his head, trembling.

"Master... Master, are you alright?"

Yang Guang glanced towards the back mountain and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing."

"You're not helping at all by standing here, and you're just getting in the way."

"Go back to the car, turn the heater up to the maximum, drink some hot water, and I'll call you when I'm done."

Zhou Dacheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

As a result, a gust of cold wind blew in from the back of his neck, making him feel numb all over from his spine to his heels.

Without even hesitating, he immediately turned around and ran down the mountain.

Two bodyguards followed closely behind.

The assistant, carrying a tablet, followed at the very back, running faster than the three in front.

Jia Youcai, who had been squatting to the side, immediately stood up when he saw Zhou Dacheng run away. He patted his patched-up jacket and said with a righteous expression, "Brother, don't be afraid to be here all alone!"

"I'll go protect President Zhou!"

"After all, the safety of Party A is also our responsibility as Party B!"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Deng had already taken off running after him.

That speed.

He was over seventy years old, yet he ran with the speed and agility of a 100-meter sprint.

A patched jacket fluttered in the wind, and two yellow rubber shoes with exposed toes made a crackling sound as they stepped on the gravel road.

Yang Guang watched his departing figure.

I thought to myself, "Wow!"

Protecting the client?

You're protecting my ass!

You run faster than the client!

If that old man had used his escape speed for magic, Jia Youcai would at least have some skill in magic.

Pity.

The footsteps gradually faded away at the end of the mountain path.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

To be precise, it wasn't quiet.

It was the kind of silence that sent chills down your spine, a silence filled only with ghostly screams.

Yang Guang turned around.

The thirty-odd old ghosts were still frantically attacking Old Master Zhou's grave.

Some were carrying bricks, some were carrying sticks, some were carrying chamber pots, and some were spitting.

Even more outrageous is that on the left there is a ghost wearing blue overalls, holding a broken altar slab and rubbing it against the tombstone.

He was grinding and cursing at the same time.

"Zhou Laoliu, you utterly despicable bastard!"

"You get out here, or your grandpa will beat you to death today!"

If this kind of commotion were in the mortal world, it would be considered a raid on someone's property.

If you put it in the underworld, it's like causing trouble at a grave.

Yang Guang's gaze swept across the group of ghosts, finally settling on the old ghost closest to him.

This old man looks to be over eighty years old.

He was hunched over, wearing a worn-out, gray cotton-padded jacket.

But despite being over eighty years old, he had a surprisingly strong voice when he started cursing.

He was pointing at the tombstone, his face flushed.

Although the fact that the ghost's face was red was itself very strange.

But it continued to hurl insults, completely ignoring Yang Guang and Er Lengzi.

"Zhou Laoliu, you beast!"

"Come out here if you dare!"

"What are you pretending to be dead in there for?!"

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

Old man.

He is indeed dead.

Yang Guang cleared his throat, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards the old ghost.

"Old man."

Old Ghost ignored him and continued cursing.

Yang Guang called out again, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

Old Ghost finally turned around.

A pair of murky, blackened dead eyes stared straight at Yang Guang.

Followed by.

The ghosts next to the old ghost also sensed something.

One by one, they turned their heads.

More than thirty sinister gazes fell upon Yang Guang.

The hustle and bustle of the entire cemetery came to an abrupt halt.

All the ghosts stared intently at him.

Somewhat curious.

Somewhat wary.

There were also a few whose eyes clearly carried a sinister malice.

The three ghosts hanging from the tree slowly retracted half of their half-foot-long tongues.

All six legs stopped wobbling in mid-air.

Yang Guang stood ten meters away, taking in all the ghosts' reactions.

Good guy.

You were all so enthusiastically cursing Zhou Laoliu just now, but now that you've seen a living person, you've all quieted down.

What does this mean?

They're happy to curse the dead, but when they see a living person, they want to change their taste?

Yang Guang's right hand twitched slightly in his pocket.

Bring your index and middle fingers together.

Five Thunder Technique.

Without saying a word, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and pointed two fingers to the sky.

boom!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded out of nowhere!

A purple-white arc of electricity tore a rift in the night sky, and the blinding light instantly illuminated the entire cemetery!

That extremely fierce aura of heavenly thunder, carrying the overwhelming power to crush all evil, poured out from Yang Guang's fingertips and swept across the entire cemetery!

The rubble on the ground bounced up.

The ash inside the bronze incense burner was lifted up to a height of half a foot.

The bodies of the thirty-odd old ghosts trembled violently at the same time.

That crushing fear, emanating from the depths of their souls, left them terrified.

For an instant.

Thump thump thump.

Thirty-odd old ghosts, along with the three hanging in the tree, all knelt down.

Neat and tidy.

It's like military training, the standard 90-degree kneeling posture.

The three in the tree fared even worse; their tongues retracted too quickly and they fell off the branches, landing on the ground and immediately kneeling down.

"Heaven... Heavenly Master?"

The brick in the hand of the shirtless burly man at the front fell to the ground with a thud, and his two transparent legs knelt upright.

The ghost next to him, carrying a chamber pot, spilled all the black water from the pot over himself.

But he didn't even dare to wipe it, and just knelt there motionless.

The old man, dressed in a wrinkled Brazilian suit, hid the mop handle behind his back.

A group of old ghosts, a group of people filled with fear.

Yang Guang withdrew his fingers and put his hands back into his pockets.

He glanced down at the group of old ghosts kneeling in neat rows, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Now you can speak, right?"

Yang Guang's gaze fell on the old ghost in the gray cotton-padded coat who was closest to him, who was over eighty years old: "Old man, you thirty-odd ghosts, coming to someone's grave in the middle of the night to cause trouble."

"What grudge could this be?"

Old Gui knelt on the ground, his body still trembling slightly.

But the moment this topic was brought up, his fear was instantly overshadowed by anger.

His entire face was contorted.

He gritted his teeth, raised his head, and pointed fiercely at the direction of Old Master Zhou's tombstone.

"Celestial Master!"

"That bastard inside!"

"You kidnapped my wife!"

Yang Guang was stunned for a moment.

What?

He thought he had misheard.

"What did you say?"