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

"Ask them, which one of them did I force?"

The old ghost in the gray cotton-padded jacket was so angry that he was trembling all over.

The shirtless old man crushed the brick in his hand to pieces.

The old ghost in the suit rushed up, wielding a mop handle, but was held back by two other ghosts.

"I'll kill you, you old man!"

Yang Guang raised his hand.

The lingering power of the Five Thunder Technique still lingered, and all the ghosts instantly fell silent.

He squinted at Zhou Laoliu.

This is complicated.

If Zhou Laoliu really did use money to lure and coerce him, then it's easy to handle.

Just deal with him directly.

But what if those old ladies really did it voluntarily?

Then this is not a job of exorcising evil spirits.

This is a civil dispute in the underworld.

Yang Guang took a breath of the night air.

Ultimately.

We still need to call them out and ask them what happened.

"OK."

"Call them out."

Zhou Laoliu's expression changed instantly: "This... Celestial Master, they're all asleep. Isn't it inappropriate to call them out in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang gave a cold laugh.

When you were stealing someone's wife in the middle of the night, why didn't you say it wasn't a good thing?

He extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, pointing at the ground beneath his feet.

Point your fingertip down a little.

"come out."

A muffled thud came from the bottom of the grave.

Followed by.

One, two, three...

One by one, heads emerged from the soil.

Yang Guang stood there, watching as the souls of one old woman after another floated out of Zhou Laoliu's grave.

One...five...ten...twenty...

When he reached the thirty-seventh, he finally stopped counting.

Because it's still bubbling out.

Er Lengzi lay down three steps away, his two front paws covering his face, his heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, peeking out from between his fingers.

It muttered, "Dad Yang, this old man is much more charming than you."

Yang Guang raised his foot and kicked.

Er Lengzi nimbly dodged to the side, tucking his tail between his legs.

When the last old woman floated out of the ground, Yang Guang counted her.

Forty-two.

There were ten more than the number those old men reported.

In other words.

There are still ten old men who don't know that their wives have been abducted.

Yang Guang glanced at Zhou Laoliu.

Zhou Laoliu rubbed his hands together lewdly, his two ghostly eyes darting around, and a smug smile playing on his lips.

This moment.

Yang Guang suddenly understood why those old ghosts had come to smash the grave.

He would have smashed it too.

And just as the souls of these old women were all suspended above the tombstone.

An elderly woman with curly hair, who was at the head of the group, floated to the front and reached out to take Zhou Laoliu's arm.

She glared at the group of old men kneeling on the ground and said irritably, "What right do you have to cause trouble?"

"Old Six treats us a million times better than you do!"

"You were all so stingy when you were alive, and you won't give a single penny even after you're dead!"

"What's the point of following you?"

More than thirty old men collectively broke down.

The old lady with permed hair was clinging to Zhou Laoliu's arm, her nostrils pointing to the sky.

That was exactly the kind of thing a noblewoman from the underworld would do at a high-society banquet.

More than thirty old men knelt on the ground, their mouths agape at those words, unable to close them for a long time.

Yang Guang stood there, his hands in his pockets, his mind racing.

wrong.

That's not the point of these guys.

Yang Guang's attention was suddenly drawn to something else.

He turned his head and glanced around at the group of thirty-odd old ghosts.

Then I looked back at the forty-odd elderly women.

There are nearly eighty ghosts in total.

They all floated above this cemetery.

This quantity is wrong.

The key point is that these ghosts are all full of energy and resentment, and their shouting is more powerful than that of living people.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that they have been staying in the human world for quite some time.

According to normal procedures, after a person dies, they should report to the local land office to have their registration cancelled and be registered as a citizen.

But these old devils?

Yang Guang stared at the old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Wait a minute."

"Every one of you, give me your numbers."

"How long have you been dead?"

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket was taken aback: "Master, what does this have to do with us wanting to get our wives back?"

"Enough with the nonsense."

Yang Guang said coldly, "Answer my question."

The old ghost in the gray cotton-padded jacket shrank his neck and honestly replied, "I... have been dead for twelve years."

"Seven years."

The old man in the wrinkled Brazilian suit weakly added, "Three years."

Of the three ghosts that had just fallen from the tree, one raised a semi-transparent hand: "I... have been here for twenty-eight years."

Yang Guang paused for a moment.

Twenty-eight years?

You've been wandering in the mortal realm for twenty-eight years, haven't you?

The old ghosts behind them also started chattering and counting.

"Fifteen years."

"Nine years."

I am thirty-one years old.

Thirty-one years?

Yang Guang's mind was buzzing.

This time span is just too outrageous.

The shortest was three years, and the longest was thirty-one years.

This is not an isolated case involving just one or two ghosts.

This is a mass delay.

Yang Guang's face darkened completely.

He abandoned his earlier spectator attitude, put his hands back in his pockets, and narrowed his eyes: "So many of you ghosts, dead for so many years, why are you still in the mortal realm?"

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Yang Guang continued, his voice lowering slightly: "When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out."

"You are husband and wife in this life, but in the next life you may be strangers passing by on the street."

"Once you enter the underworld, cross the Bridge of Helplessness, and drink the Soup of Oblivion, who will recognize whom?"

He gestured with his chin toward the group of kneeling old men: "What are you arguing about here?"

"To smash bricks and urinate on someone's grave just for a memory that will be erased after death?"

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket opened his mouth as if to retort, but Yang Guang didn't give him the chance: "Besides, from what I've observed, your relationship as a couple probably isn't that great, is it?"

"If their relationship were truly strong, would they run off with someone else?"

"Don't you have any idea whether you're good to your wife or not?"

"People complain that you're stingy, that you're not generous enough, but instead of reflecting on your own actions, you come here to vandalize their graves."

"With that kind of energy, wouldn't it have been better if you'd spent more time wooing your wife back then?"

"Pah!"

"It's all your fault for messing up my thoughts."

"What do you want to do on Earth?"

"explain!"

These words struck, and all thirty-odd old ghosts broke down.

One by one, they wiped away non-existent tears.

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket trembled like a leaf, his hands tightly covering his transparent face.

"Master, you're right, I really wasn't very caring when I was alive..."

"But we want to leave too!"

"We also want to go to the underworld, be reincarnated, and be good husbands in our next life!"

"But we can't leave, Celestial Master!"

Yang Guang frowned even more deeply: "What do you mean by 'can't leave'?"

The old ghost in the gray cotton-padded jacket slapped his thigh and hissed, "After we died, no underworld officials came to pick us up!"

A shirtless, burly man next to him yelled, "Not a single one has come!"

"I've been dead for seven years, waiting in this cemetery for seven years!"

"We didn't even see a ghost!"

The old man in the suit slammed the mop handle on the ground and said with a pitiful expression, "It's not like we haven't tried anything!"

"I lived around here when I was alive, and after I died, I found my way to the local earth god temple!"

"The temple ended up empty!"

"The land is not here!"

"The door is locked, the lights are off, and there's not a soul on duty anywhere!"

Yang Guang's pupils suddenly contracted: "What did you say?"

"Say it again?"