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

The old lady with the permed hair also cried, her previously proud and dignified demeanor completely collapsed: "Master, it's not that we're heartless, it's just that it's too uncomfortable for me to be drifting here alone."

"Those whose descendants remember will receive paper money to eat during festivals; those whose descendants don't remember..."

"Why……"

"At least Zhou Laoliu has offerings and people around him, but we just can't take it anymore."

Zhou Laoliu stood to the side, his lewd smile mostly gone, and he rubbed his hands together awkwardly.

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways.

have to.

So you're taking advantage of the situation to precisely harvest those spiritually empty left-behind ghosts?

Professional hunter of lonely old men.

Yang Guang ignored Zhou Laoliu and turned his gaze back to the nearly eighty kneeling ghosts on the ground.

"Are they all willing to leave?"

"willing!"

The answers were so synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed.

Yang Guang nodded, and pulled out a small notebook with a folded corner and half a pencil stub from his pocket.

"OK."

He squatted down and placed the notebook on his knees.

"Come one by one, state your name, year of death, and whether you have any unfulfilled wishes. If so, write them down; if not, just leave."

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket was the first to crawl forward two steps: "My name is Zhang Defa. I've been dead for twelve years. I have no wishes, I just want to leave!"

Yang Guang quickly wrote two strokes.

"Okay, move to the side."

"My name is Wang Shoucheng, and I've been dead for seven years..."

"Old Han, I've been dead for thirty-one years. I have no wishes, so I beg the Heavenly Master to take me away and let me be reborn into a better life next time..."

One by one, they came up to report, and Yang Guang wrote them down one by one.

When I got to the twenty-third one, the old ghost in the wrinkled Brazilian clothes came up to me and muttered something under his breath.

"Master, there's something I need to tell you..."

Yang Guang didn't even look up: "Speak."

"Two of us have something on our minds that we can't let go of."

The old man in the suit gestured with his chin.

Yang Guang looked in the direction he indicated and saw two old men sitting against the roots of a pine tree behind them.

She didn't join the others in crying and wailing; she just kept her head down and didn't say a word.

Yang Guang tucked the pencil stub into his notebook, stood up, walked over, and squatted down to look at one of them at eye level.

"What's wrong?"

The old man raised his head, his semi-transparent face filled with conflict: "Master, I'm leaving... I'm worried about my grandson."

"How old is your grandson?"

"He's thirteen years old, in junior high school. His parents have both gone out to work, and he lives alone in his hometown with his grandmother..."

"His grandma isn't in good health, and this kid is so mischievous. I'm afraid that if I leave, there will be no one to look after him."

"no."

"Didn't your wife get cheated on?"

The old man coughed and said, "This is my first wife. My grandson's grandmother is someone I married in her second marriage."

Good guy.

It's quite complicated.

However, Yang Guang still made a note of this situation.

Another old man next to him also spoke up, but in a very soft voice.

"Before I left, I had some money deposited with a relative. It was supposed to be for my daughter, but that relative..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Yang Guang understood what he meant.

Yang Guang raised his hand and scribbled a few more notes in his notebook, then stood up and dusted off his knees.

"Make a note of these orders and deal with them separately later."

The two old men kowtowed to him.

Yang Guang turned around, his gaze finally landing on Zhou Laoliu.

The underworld sea god was sandwiched between a group of old ladies, shrinking back uncomfortably.

Noticing Yang Guang's gaze, he immediately put on a bitter face, took half a step forward, and lowered his voice.

"Master, can...can I not go?"

"Once I'm gone, with all the things I've done over the years, wouldn't the King of Hell beat me so badly I wouldn't even be a ghost anymore?"

"hehe."

What do you think?

Yang Guang chuckled coldly twice.

With his arms crossed, he looked down at the underworld sea king.

The residual power of the Five Thunder Technique crackled and exploded into two tiny purple sparks at his fingertips.

Zhou Laoliu immediately backed down.

His straight back, which had been upright just moments before, instantly bent into a shrimp-like shape.

"go!"

"We have to go!"

"If the Celestial Master speaks, I'll jump through mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

The old rogue turned around.

Facing the group of forty-odd elderly women floating in mid-air.

He held out his hands.

He made an extremely exaggerated hugging gesture: "Babies!"

"Sixth Brother, my life has been worthwhile!"

"If there's an afterlife, Sixth Brother, I'll still treat you guys to the best of everything, and we'll have to rent out a whole club to go clubbing every day!"

"We'll meet again on our journey to the underworld!"

Several elderly women who had permed their hair burst into tears on the spot.

"Sixth Brother, take care!"

"Waaaaah, Sixth Brother, remember to check your underworld account after you go down there."

"I just appeared in my son's dream yesterday and asked him to burn two paper effigies of handsome young bodyguards for you. Take them with you for self-defense!"

"If we run into any unreasonable brats, we'll send the bodyguards!"

The thirty-odd old men kneeling beside her were all furious.

A bright green light shone overhead.

But because Yang Guang was intimidating them, no one dared to make a move.

I could only grit my teeth and bear it.

I wish I could bite all my back teeth to pieces.

Yang Guang stood there, completely bewildered.

What kind of melodramatic horror show is this?

If Zhou Laoliu were alive, he would definitely be a relationship blogger with millions of followers across the internet.

This thing's level has completely surpassed the comprehension of carbon-based life forms.

Even after he dies, he still leads old ladies in ecstasy dancing.

They're not afraid of being physically castrated by Yama, the King of Hell, when they get to the underworld.

This guy is absolutely amazing!

Yang Guang quickly made a mark on the notebook.

He stuffed the pencil stub into his pocket.

"Alright, alright, stop with the tragic love story."

"It's about time, let's get ready to set off."

"Zhang Defa, Wang Shoucheng, you guys better line up quickly and don't wander around."

"If anyone dares to cut in line, I'll strike them down with a single Five Thunderbolts spell so they won't even have a chance to be reincarnated!"

Yang Guang turned around.

Unzip the faded, worn-out canvas bag.

He pulled out a bundle of incense, a stack of yellow paper, and two chipped rough porcelain bowls.

Er Lengzi hid two steps away.

The dog's head is tilted to the side.

The two heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, stared at Zhou Laoliu.

"Father Yang".

"If I had half the charm of this old man, the girl from the next village would have given me a litter of puppies back then."

Yang Guang raised his foot and kicked.

Er Lengzi nimbly dodged, his dog tail wagging rapidly.

"Stay put."

"When you open the door later, you better keep your mouth shut and don't make a sound."

Yang Guang placed the rough porcelain bowl directly in front of the white marble tombstone.

Hold the yellow paper between two fingers.

His wrist jerked suddenly.

Teng!

Yellow paper spontaneously combusted without a flame.

The pale blue flames shot up half a foot high in an instant.

The firelight brought no warmth; instead, it illuminated the surroundings in a ghastly green light.

Yang Guang threw the burning yellow paper into the porcelain bowl.

He casually grabbed the incense sticks and lit them on the fire.

The incense sticks all lit up with a red glow.

A wisp of white smoke swirled and rose into the night sky.

When ordinary people burn incense, the smoke disperses.

The white smoke from Yang Guang's burning incense.

It coalesced into a straight line, drilling straight down into the ground.

This is genuine spirit incense.

He straightened up and stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"

"The Nine Netherworlds open, the Yellow Springs guide the way!"

"When the underworld officials summon you, do not cease their calls!"

"An urgent decree from the Celestial Master!"

P.S.: Here it is! The data has been terrible these past few days, but I still want to thank everyone for your support along the way, especially those who have read this far and are still urging me to update and interact every day. I'm speechless, I'm giving you all a big thumbs up ∠(°ゝ°)