Running A Cemetery in North America

"This, this!"

Park Guochang looked at the phone in disbelief, then at the study door.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was real—outside the study or on the phone?

One side must surely be lying, and Park Guochang dared not gamble, because if he lost, he might end up in mortal danger.

He hurriedly took out his cellphone to call his bodyguards, intending to have them come quickly to rescue him.

But all he heard on the other end was a busy signal; he just couldn't get through.

A bad premonition surged in Park Guochang's heart; he had employed these bodyguards for so long without anything like this ever happening.

Logically, as a professional bodyguard, one should ensure that their phone is reachable by their employer 24/7, preventing any call from leaking.

But now... something was increasingly amiss.

"Mr. Pu, won't you answer Mr. Jackson's call?"

"Don't believe it. The moment you open the door, the person outside will kill you."

Holding the handset, Park Guochang hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then what should I do now?"

"Open the window and call for help. This room has been blocked off by that guy; staying here any longer means death."

Listening to Jackson's voice on the phone, Park Guochang felt an involuntary trust in him, after all, Jackson was the exorcist who successfully drove away the evil from his child.

Naturally, he was more convincing, so Park Guochang put down the handset and hurried to the window.

He reached out and opened the window directly but didn't have time to call for help as instructed by Jackson.

When suddenly a gust of chilling wind blew inside, sweeping through the entire room and causing the furnishings to sway.

Then, one by one, they crashed to the ground, shattering to pieces.

This bizarre situation immediately caused a vague unease in Park Guochang's heart, just as he wanted to open his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, in the reflection of the window glass, another person's shadow appeared.

A pair of hands emerged from the glass and tightly grasped Park Guochang's throat.

"Ugh!"

...

"Mr. Pu, Mr. Pu!"

Outside the study door, the maid anxiously shouted while holding the wireless phone, but no sound came from inside since earlier.

This filled her with immense unease; could something have happened to Park Guochang?

"What's wrong with Mr. Pu? Why hasn't he answered the call?"

From the phone in the maid's hand, came Sun Yan's question.

The maid could only helplessly say, "I don't know, Mr. Pu was just saying he'd come open the door, but it's been so long without any movement."

"Then get the bodyguards to break down the door and check inside quickly!" Sun Yan urged anxiously.

"Alright, I understand."

Feeling as though she'd found her backbone, the maid hurried downstairs to fetch the bodyguards for help.

Whenever Park Guochang stayed in the study alone, he never allowed bodyguards to stand by the door.

So they usually waited in the living room on the second floor; it was already a rule.

Upon hearing the maid's plea for help, the bodyguards sitting in the living room immediately rushed up to the second floor, violently kicking open the study door.

As they burst into the study, they saw Park Guochang standing alone by the window, motionless with his back to them.

"Mr. Pu? Are you okay?" a bodyguard asked worriedly.

No response.

Just as he was about to step forward to check on Park Guochang, he saw Park Guochang's head slowly turning around.

Crunch, crunch!

His neck endured enormous pressure, inevitably making cracking noises.

Soon, Park Guochang's profile came into view, but his head continued to spin backward.

Until, like an owl, his entire face appeared in front of everyone.

A normal person's cervical bones couldn't possibly withstand such an exaggerated twist; under the immense pressure, blood began to flow from Park Guochang's seven orifices.

An expression of immense pain and despair.

"Ah!!!"

Witnessing this horrifying scene, the maid couldn't help but scream in terror, covering her face.

The bodyguards were momentarily unable to hide their shock and hurried forward to support Park Guochang as he was about to fall.

Dead? Just died like that?

...

By the time Sun Yan and Elise arrived at Park Guochang's villa, the place had already been cordoned off with layer upon layer of security.

A wealthy man's mysterious death in his mansion was a top-priority case for America's police officers.

No matter how many murders of ordinary people there were, none could match the significance of such an incident.

After all, Park Guochang had long been a peninsula citizen in America, paying taxes every year to support these white police officers, and his importance was obvious.

"Make way, make way."

Sun Yan walked into the hall, and Cui Yuanxi immediately rushed over: "Mr. Jackson, something big has happened."

"Take me to see Mr. Pu first," Sun Yan said calmly.

He was staying at a hotel near a wealthy area, considering the evil presence in Park Guochang's child's body, Sun Yan suddenly thought of something.

That being whether the infant's possession could have been due to a problem in Park Guochang's home, like feng shui?

According to Joles, who earlier came to the graveyard to seek Sun Yan's help, Park Guochang had hired two peninsula shamans to examine his child's symptoms.

Eventually, they mentioned a possible issue with an ancestral grave.

Initially, Sun Yan didn't pay much attention to this detail, but upon returning to the hotel tonight and thinking it over carefully, it came to him.