Running A Cemetery in North America

"..."

Bakar was now genuinely silent. Tonight it seemed that the era of being able to trade with Sun Yan using just one item had completely passed.

"Three items."

Bakar could only grit his teeth and say.

This Blood Race corpse was truly needed; there was no way he would easily let it go to Kassadin.

"I quit." Kassadin decisively withdrew.

Bakar's expression turned unfriendly with anger.

Although he didn't know the true origin of these Corpse Collectors, why they only appeared at the special time point of White Sunday.

But with things going like this, Sun Yan was genuinely worried these two people might start a fight in his graveyard.

"Mr. Tomb Guardian, see what you might need."

Bakar took off his top hat and tossed it onto the ground.

Immediately, a pile of things jingled and scattered all over the floor, leaving Sun Yan greatly astonished.

"Bakar, is your hat a treasure bag? How did it fit so many items?"

"Mr. Tomb Guardian, that's the secret of Corpse Collectors, I can't explain too much to you." Bakar smiled mysteriously.

Using Celestial Eye Insight, Sun Yan inspected the items offered by Bakar, and indeed, there were quite a few glowing treasures.

Among them, a pure white skull caught Sun Yan's attention, not because it was extremely white.

But because it had a rare 40 teeth!

In the ancient method of discerning fortunes from teeth, it was said, 'Teeth growing to thirty-eight, bound for nobility and high office.'

'Teeth growing to thirty-six, can achieve ministerial rank.' 'Teeth growing to thirty-four, will frequently encounter important persons.'

'Teeth growing to thirty-two, will struggle financially but accept fate.'

Buddhist legend says Buddha had thirty-two attributes, and forty teeth were one of them, known as the 'attribute of forty teeth.'

Ordinary people mostly had 32 teeth, at most 38, but Buddha had 40.

The skull in front of him indeed had 40 teeth, could it possibly be from a Buddha?

In this age, could even a Buddha fall?

Sun Yan picked up the skull and scrutinized it out of curiosity: "Where did you get this item?"

"I can't remember."

Bakar shook his head, but judging by his cunning look, it was apparent that it wasn't a matter of memory but unwillingness to disclose.

Sun Yan spared further questioning, lest this fellow try to extort him, and simply said, "I'll take this item, along with these two."

He gestured, indicating a family crest presumably from a Western family and a broken oval-shaped coin.

Of the items Bakar offered, these three shone the brightest.

Although Sun Yan wasn't clear about their function, securing them now was certainly a wise choice; they might prove useful in the future.

Besides this Blood Race corpse, Sun Yan's graveyard had seen numerous burials recently.

But both Bakar and Kassadin, having suffered consecutive losses, were becoming shrewder.

Whomever took a liking to a corpse would have the other simply relinquish it, denying any bidding opportunities.

Sun Yan sighed in disappointment, realizing he couldn't capitalize as a fisherman in the clam and snipe rivalry thanks to these two businessmen keeping calm.

Subsequent trades naturally slipped into dead weight time, as Sun Yan bartered them away at the price of one item per corpse.

"Tonight was a delightful trading venture, eagerly looking forward to seeing you again, Mr. Tomb Guardian."

Bakar gentlemanly removed his top hat as he spoke, with Kassadin bowing in courteous farewell.

Soon, with their acquisitions, Bakar and Kassadin departed the graveyard, disappearing into the thick mist outside.

"The mist cannot be entered, or one will lose their way, yet they emerged from it. Could it be these Corpse Collectors are not of the same world as me?"

Staring at the mist, Sun Yan pondered silently.

...

Joles was already waiting in the living room early morning.

Before Sun Yan was awake and up, he'd even gone to town, buying some coffee and buttered bread to serve as breakfast for Sun Yan, Sosia, and Elise.

Joles indeed deserved admiration for his habit of rising early, a trait Sun Yan truly respected.

At least since inheriting the graveyard, without urgent matters, he never woke before 11 AM.

"Good morning, Father Jackson."

Seeing Sun Yan come downstairs, browsing the newspaper he bought from town, Joles raised his head to greet him.

"Morning, let's head out now." Sun Yan said, carrying a travel bag.

"I'm ready too!"

Elise, having changed clothes in her room, happily dashed out with her travel bag.

Today she wore tight jeans, and a pink cropped short-sleeve top, looking vibrant and youthful, akin to a teenage girl.

Yet anyone would be shocked to learn that Elise was well past the age to be called 'grandma.'

The Blood Race possessed lifespans far longer than humans; barring unforeseen events, a member could live for up to three hundred years.

Due to their longevity, compounded by the need to nourish their bodies with blood, they posed a threat and fear to humans.

To secure a steady blood supply, many Blood Races would bite humans, turning them into their bloodline.

Simultaneously, they attempted to establish a Blood Race empire, ruling humans as slaves, thus during the medieval times, large-scale Exorcist organizations rose.

Primarily to counter those detrimental creatures in Western Europe, such as the dangerous Blood Race.

After being revived by Sun Yan as a Cemetery Member, Elise lost the attribute of needing to consume blood.

Nowadays, her daily meals included pizza, hamburgers, cheese hot dogs, and cola, living joyously.

"Let's go then, I've already booked the tickets." Joles said, standing up.

Beyond major airports, America also had numerous small airports, capable of landing 1-3 seat small airplanes.

Purchasing tickets at such airports was naturally less strict; hence even without personal documents like Elise, one could smoothly board a flight to Los Angeles, with enough benefits given.

After advising Luna and Sosia to watch the house, Sun Yan took Elise to the car, heading for the nearest small airport to Gospel Town.

Embarking on the journey to Los Angeles.

...

Los Angeles, Haisan City.

In a luxurious Western-style villa, a middle-aged Asian man with slicked-back hair was standing in front of the window, face full of worry.

Gazing anxiously at the lawn beyond the glass.

"Mr. Pu, the child has stabilized, just give me a bit more time, and I assure you the child will recover."

A gray-haired elderly man dressed in a suit walked tiredly over, delivering his final guarantee to the middle-aged Asian.

He was the shaman Park Guochang had invited from the Peninsula, renowned for his respected reputation.

However, three days after arriving in Los Angeles, his child's demonic symptoms hadn't shown improvement.

This was weighing heavily on Park Guochang's patience.

"Listen, whether you're a Hereditary Witch or a Divine Descent Witch, give me a prompt and accurate answer—do you have a 100% guarantee to cure my child? Damn it, don't think I tolerate you just because you're from the Peninsula, damn it."

Park Guochang tightened his grip on the other's collar, said with a tense complexion: "I've already contacted an exorcist from the Mainland, he's arriving soon, if he successfully treats my child, don't expect a single penny from me!"

The gray-haired elder managed to squeeze out a humble smile, disdainfully saying: "Mr. Pu, our Great Han Republic's shaman witchcraft is the best, rest assured, if even I can't handle something, then no one else can,

Mainland exorcists are unreliable, untrustworthy, I promise I can cure your child."

"You better do." Park Guochang released his grip, turned to the window again and mysteriously muttered to himself, "Damn it, could what those two said be true, has something gone wrong with my family's ancestral tomb?"