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

Old Gui slapped his withered thigh and shouted hoarsely, "I said that bastard Zhou inside has kidnapped my wife!"

Yang Guang's mind completely went blank.

He turned his head and looked at the imposing white marble tombstone.

Then he looked at the eighty-year-old ghost in front of him, who was trembling with anger.

Kidnapping...your wife?

You're all dead!

A dead man stealing another dead man's wife?

What kind of underworld version of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio is this?!

Yang Guang's brain raced for two seconds before he looked at the ghosts kneeling beside him.

Number thirty-something.

They were all coming for the same grave.

Could it be...?

Yang Guang swallowed hard, pointed at the pile of old ghosts on the ground, and tentatively asked, "You...you wouldn't all be here because of this, would you?"

The entire room fell silent for a second.

"right!"

"He also stole my wife!"

"Mine too!"

"Master, please be the judge!"

"That old man Deng is dead and still restless, going around seducing other people's wives!"

More than thirty old ghosts simultaneously erupted in a cacophony of complaints.

Yang Guang stood there, hands in his pockets, completely frozen in place.

More than thirty.

Zhou Dacheng's father abducted the wives of more than 30 people.

Yang Guang slowly turned his head and stared at the white marble tombstone.

The name of Zhou Dacheng's father is engraved on the monument.

Only four words popped into his mind.

Boss Zhou.

What breed is your dad?

More than thirty old men knelt on the ground, their righteous indignation comparable to that of residents whose homes were being demolished and who were collectively petitioning for compensation.

Although Yang Guang had figured it out, he still found it absurd.

A dead man steals another dead man's wife.

What the hell is this, a ghostly version of Aquaman?

wrong.

This is no longer Aquaman.

That's the Sea Emperor.

More than thirty.

Are you, Zhou Laoliu, going to be reincarnated or to build a harem?

However, this matter can be explained.

No wonder Zhou Dacheng's father kept appearing in his dreams for half a month in a row, always looking like he had been beaten black and blue.

If you steal someone else's wife, who else would they beat up if not you?

More than 30 victims joined forces to defend their rights. Who could withstand that?

Yang Guang rubbed his temples, squatted down, and looked at the old man in the gray cotton-padded coat.

Explain it more clearly.

"How did he kidnap him?"

Upon hearing this, the old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket became even more agitated.

His withered body trembled violently, and his lips moved several times before he could finally utter a word.

"Master, you are unaware of this!"

"When this man surnamed Zhou was first buried, everyone thought it was pretty good. After all, his son was rich. He burned paper money every few days, and the offerings were piled up during festivals. He even walked with a swagger."

The shirtless old man next to him added, "Right!"

"He had quite the entourage back then!"

"Who in the cemetery community doesn't treat him with respect?"

"But what happened next?"

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket slapped his thigh, his voice rising several octaves: "That bastard's starting to get restless!"

"First, we would try to get close to the old ladies in the area, offering them paper tea one day and burning a gold ingot as a gift the next."

"After a few interactions, they started dating!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

Paying money to pick up girls?

Even after they're dead, they still do this?

The old ghost, dressed in a wrinkled Brazilian suit, knelt beside them, still holding the mop handle in his hand.

He was so angry that his entire body seemed to lose some of its transparency.

"Celestial Master!"

"What's most infuriating is that the women he seduced in the beginning were all other people's spouses."

"We were just watching the show back then!"

"And then, as we watched, he even stole our own wives!"

"Not a single one left!"

Yang Guang slowly stood up.

He turned and stared at Old Master Zhou's imposing white marble tombstone, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

That's what I mean.

Is there more than thirty old women hiding in this grave now?

Yang Guang stretched out his hand, bent his index finger, and tapped the tombstone three times.

"The one surnamed Zhou."

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

"How long are you planning to hide?"

The tombstone remained completely still.

Yang Guang's patience was never abundant.

He knocked again, this time with significantly more force.

I'll count to three.

"three."

"two."

"..."

Before Yang Guang could count to one, a phantom figure emerged from the soil of the grave.

Yang Guang looked closely.

Good guy.

A lean, old man was wearing a silk burial robe, the fabric of which gleamed.

It's obviously not something you'd find at a street stall.

She wore a string of obsidian beads around her neck and a jade bracelet on her wrist.

The ghost's overall demeanor was more dignified than all thirty-odd old ghosts present combined.

Definitely a rich bastard.

As soon as Zhou Laoliu came out of the grave, he bowed and cupped his hands to Yang Guang with a big smile on his face.

That smile.

Well, how should I put it?

It's that kind of expression you get when a scoundrel gets caught red-handed, trying to act innocent but failing miserably.

His sleazy demeanor was tinged with a hint of ingratiation, and within that ingratiation lay a shamelessness that was seven parts shameless.

"Celestial Master!"

Zhou Laoliu rubbed his transparent palms together: "Since my son invited you here, you must stand up for me!"

Yang Guang's eyebrows twitched.

To make the decision for you?

Zhou Laoliu pointed at the group of old ghosts behind him with a wronged expression.

"These people come to my grave every day to cause trouble, smashing my tombstone, splashing me with dirty water, and even spitting on my altar!"

"I am a respectable person who should be resting in peace; how could I have ever suffered such humiliation?"

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket exploded on the spot.

"Bullshit!"

"You stole someone else's wife and you still think you're right?"

Zhou Laoliu stiffened his neck.

His eyes rolled upwards.

He chuckled lewdly, and squeezed out a sentence that none of the ghosts present expected: "That's pure bullshit."

"The one who isn't loved is the third party."

"You agree, right, Celestial Master?"

The entire room fell silent.

More than thirty old ghosts were collectively petrified.

Yang Guang's temples throbbed twice.

How could you even say that?

That's not a ghost!

This is a blogger specializing in emotional content from the underworld!

He's a shameless bastard!

Black smoke began to rise from the old ghost in the gray cotton-padded jacket's body, a sign that he was so angry he almost turned into a vengeful ghost on the spot.

"Say that again, you fucking idiot?"

The three ghosts that had just fallen from the tree stuck out their tongues, which were half a foot long, and waved them in Zhou Laoliu's direction.

The shirtless, burly man picked up the brick from the ground, his hands trembling.

Yang Guang reached out and pressed down.

"Alright, alright, all of you, shut up."

He turned and stared at Zhou Laoliu, looking him up and down twice.

The more I look at it, the more outrageous it seems.

"Zhou Laoliu".

"I'm asking you."

"Where are those old ladies now?"

Zhou Laoliu's smile faded slightly, and his eyes darted to the upper left.

He said with a guilty look, "They...they all live in my grave."

"More than thirty?"

"Hmm...maybe...more than that."

Yang Guang's mind went blank for a moment.

more than?

Do you have any additional business opportunities?

Yang Guang closed his eyes.

His face turned completely black.

really.

Whether they are alive or dead, as long as they have money, they will never lack women!

You were even more unruly when you were dead than when you were alive!

"You've put all those old folks' spouses in your grave, what are you going to do about it?"

Yang Guang gestured with his chin toward the group of kneeling old ghosts behind him: "They have to make a living too."

Zhou Laoliu immediately retorted, "Master, what you're saying is incorrect."

"I didn't kidnap anyone."

"They all volunteered."