Running A Cemetery in North America

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan sped down the street while Sun Yan sat in the back, curiously examining the details inside the car.

He never imagined that Joles would park a luxury car at the airport garage to pick him up this time.

This is quite the spectacle, something Sun Yan had never experienced before in such an expensive car.

Even the Lamborghini parked in the graveyard yard paled in comparison to this vehicle.

Conversely, Elise leaned quietly against the seat back, appreciating the scenery outside with indifference.

Since her revival, she hadn't gone out much.

After driving through a few streets, the car entered a wealthy neighborhood, with luxurious mansions and villas of various styles visible at a glance.

In this affluent area, relaxed-looking white women walked poodles by the roadside.

Young white men drove Ferraris, planning to go out with pretty girls in the passenger seat.

Sun Yan even saw a white person riding a Trek Domane AL 2 Disc by the roadside.

"Damn rich people, all the good days are enjoyed by you." Sun Yan clicked his tongue, speaking somewhat enviously.

"Father Jackson, are you talking to me?" Joles asked when he heard the movement in the backseat.

Because Sun Yan spoke in Mandarin, Joles did not understand what he was saying.

"Yes, I asked how much longer until we reach the employer's house."

"Very soon, it's just ahead."

Joles turned a corner and drove the Cullinan into the yard of a mansion.

This house occupied at least over 800 square meters, with half of it being the yard.

As Sun Yan got out of the car, he saw a few uniformed gardeners meticulously trimming the clumps of flowers in the garden.

"Father Jackson, this way."

Joles gestured invitingly, leading Sun Yan and Elise into the villa.

This wasn't his residence, so the proper rules had to be followed.

As soon as he stepped through the main door, Sun Yan felt a tremor from the General Sun Mask and the Mountain-Opening Fierce General Nuo Mask in his backpack.

Clearly, something malevolent was present in this villa. From Sun Yan's extensive exorcism experiences, anything that could trigger both masks' reactions was most likely an evil spirit of considerable power.

'Celestial Eye'

A golden thread split open at Sun Yan's forehead as he scanned each corner of the villa's ground floor, but found no abnormalities.

"Joles, you're back. Is this the priest you mentioned on the phone? He really looks young."

At this moment, a cool and elegant woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a women's suit walked over from the living room to greet Joles.

However, when she looked at Sun Yan, her eyes inexplicably filled with disdain, though she hid it well enough for Sun Yan to still notice.

Although this woman was Asian, her appearance suggested she was from the Peninsula—a place with well-known discriminatory hierarchies.

Joles promptly introduced, "Father Jackson, this is Miss Cui Yuanxi, Mr. Pu's secretary. She can make some decisions on behalf of Mr. Pu. Since Mr. Pu is in a meeting and can't come back, she will take you to see the child's situation."

"Please, Father." Cui Yuanxi gestured invitingly and walked towards the second floor.

During this time, Park Guochang's newborn child had become possessed, and no treatment seemed to help, so he invited exorcists from various places.

Whether from South America, North America, the Peninsula, Japan, Europe, or Africa, anyone known by his acquaintances with exorcism abilities was called to assess the situation.

But in the end, no one could solve the problem. Thus, even though he recommended by bodyguards, Park Guochang decided to give it a try anyway.

Perhaps, by sheer chance, an expert might save the child.

Arriving on the second floor, Sun Yan followed Cui Yuanxi into a room with double doors, which appeared to be originally a baby room that had now been decorated for a ritual.

The walls, floor, and even every piece of furniture were covered with black-ink talismans on white backgrounds, a style very reminiscent of the Peninsula.

Sun Yan's eyes landed on an old man in a shaman robe with gray hair, standing in front of the crib, holding a drum adorned with colorful cloth stripes, and dancing around the crib.

Meanwhile, he chanted obscure and tongue-twisting spells with utmost devotion.

Sun Yan couldn't understand the Peninsula language, but he could faintly hear a few words of unpolished Mandarin.

Like 'Southern Continent', 'Eastern Continent', 'Thirty-Three Heavens Douluo Palace', and 'Divine Land'.

"This is a Peninsula shaman Mr. Pu invited, a Divine Descent Witch, very formidable. He's currently conducting an exorcism ritual, so let's not disturb him."

Cui Yuanxi explained quietly from the doorway.

"A Divine Descent Witch?" Sun Yan's curiosity piqued upon hearing this title.

He quickly observed the movements of the gray-haired old man.

The Peninsula's shamans might claim shamanism as their native culture, but evidence can trace the Peninsula's shaman origins back to Northeast Shamanism.

They learned it, but not completely, leading to the emergence of two local branches: Divine Descent Witches and Hereditary Witches.

So-called Hereditary Witches worship their ancestors, and shamans through blood connection can sense their ancestors' souls, invoking them to assist in exorcisms.

These shamans pass down from generation to generation, with their ancestors' powers growing stronger over time.

Divine Descent Witches are different; they must be naturally sensitive to souls, requiring a spirit communication constitution.

With training, they can invite natural spirits from nature into their bodies to aid them.

They are somewhat like spirit mediums such as Zhou Haidong but don't align with Divine Strike or Divination.

Divine Strike and Divination spirits are recognized and have folklore and faith, like the Three Altar Sea Assembly Great God, East Sea Dragon King, or Monkey King.

Yet, Divine Descent Witches differ and may call upon "natural spirits" that are essentially wild gods or mixed spirits.

In ancient times, such vague natural spirits would be demoted and temples demolished.

Thus, Peninsula shamans appear amateurish in exorcism, lacking a long history.

Moreover, they lack indigenous deities in tune with historical continuity, relying on ancestor spirits.

"Swallow, swallow!"

The gray-haired old man danced faster, his closed eyes pulling faces, and his body twitching uncontrollably.

It seemed like invisible hands pinched at his facial skin.

Sun Yan watched as black smoke wafted from the drum, forming a vague human outline behind him.

Swoosh, it shot into the gray-haired old man's body as if teleporting.

The elder's once-closed eyes snapped open, his body transformed dramatically.

Blood vessels filled his eyes, and every hair stood on end, with muscles visibly enlarging, swelling his body substantially.

The gray-haired man shook the drum, glaring at the baby in the crib, and roared, "Where is the evil spirit? Leave now!"

The roar, though not loud, was extremely powerful, imparting an epiphany-like clarity, invigorating Sun Yan.

Such a technique sufficiently convinced onlookers of his capabilities as Cui Yuanxi clasped her hands together, bowing her head in profound reverence.

Watching the gray-haired man's transformation, Sun Yan nodded: "Unexpectedly there's some capability; the natural spirit summoned indeed possesses some power."

Normally, a baby hearing such a roar would be scared to tears.

Yet, the baby in the crib showed no reaction, revealing a peculiar smile instead.

The baby opened its mouth, a pale woman's face extending from within.

Below the face, a snake's body surprisingly continued from its neck.