Running A Cemetery in North America

"Hiss!"

Feeling a splitting headache, the unconscious Sun Yan slowly opened his eyes, only to find the surroundings dim, with only the wall torches providing light.

He pushed himself up and saw he was in a dungeon, with murky, foul-smelling water all over the ground.

The accumulated corpses of mosquitoes and lizards added a pungent stench that hit his nose, making his stomach churn.

Sun Yan instantly became alert, quickly reaching behind him to find that his travel bag had long vanished, leaving only the notebook in his pocket.

"Shit!"

Clutching his head, Sun Yan stood up from the ground, unable to stop himself from cursing.

He quickly recalled the situation before he fainted; the scene of the explosion was still fresh in his mind.

"RPG? The Blood Race here actually used that kind of weapon to attack!"

Sun Yan walked to the edge of the dungeon, peering through the gap in the iron door to see a corridor outside that stretched endlessly.

On both sides of the corridor were prison cells, indicating he had been captured and locked in this place.

And his travel bag was most likely taken by the Morolick Clan.

The bag contained Sun Yan's exorcism gear, such as the General Sun Mask and the Mountain-Opening Brave General Nuo Mask Set. Without these, Sun Yan's strength was greatly reduced.

"Is anyone there?" Sun Yan asked softly.

"Mr. Jackson! You're alive!"

A few seconds later, Smith's voice came from a nearby dungeon.

"Yeah, but it seems being alive isn't much better now. Elise, Sosia, are you there?" Sun Yan asked again.

But after a long wait, there was no response.

He didn't know if the two were not imprisoned here or if they had died in the explosion.

"Mr. Jackson, what do we do now? If we stay trapped here, the wounds will get infected and inflame."

After the attack, although Sun Yan survived, he inevitably had injuries.

If wounds stayed in such a harsh environment for long, they could indeed worsen.

"Don't panic, let me assess the situation."

Sun Yan turned and searched the dungeon, quickly finding a broken iron rod, which he grabbed and used to pry open the dungeon door.

This dungeon was of an unknown age, looking quite old and rusty.

Sun Yan found what seemed like a weak spot, inserted the rod, and forcefully bent open the iron bars of the door.

Thanks to the 'Martial Arts Physique' assistance divine power from the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, Sun Yan's strength was now much greater than before.

After some effort, he finally pried open a gap sufficient for one person to pass through and immediately squeezed out.

Upon reaching Smith's dungeon, he saw Smith standing by the door clutching his arm.

Seeing Sun Yan's appearance, Smith's face lit up with joy: "Mr. Jackson, you actually escaped?"

"Keep it down, let me get you out."

Sun Yan lifted the iron rod and began prying open the door again, but this time, before he could repeat the process and create another gap in the bars,

he heard a sudden, fragmented sound of footsteps coming from deep in the corridor.

Sun Yan immediately paused his actions, his body instantly tensing up, his heart pounding faster.

Without the Golden Halberd in hand, his only weapon now was the iron rod, which made Sun Yan feel very insecure.

If they encountered dangerous Blood Race members, he was uncertain if relying solely on Martial Arts Physique would suffice to protect him.

Sun Yan raised the iron rod, looking towards the depths of the corridor, prepared to fight if needed.

Tap, tap, tap!

A frail figure slowly emerged from the darkness, revealing a bald, pointy-chinned white man.

Seeing Sun Yan, the man's expression was one of surprise, obviously not expecting anyone to have escaped from a cell.

Sun Yan suddenly launched an attack, striding out and swinging the iron rod at the man.

"Damn blood pig! You dare attack me!"

The white man cursed angrily, opening his mouth to reveal two sharp fangs, a Blood Race signature.

Facing Sun Yan's iron rod strike, this Blood Race member reached out to block, clearly underestimating Sun Yan's strength.

But when Sun Yan struck his arm with the rod, a crisp bone-cracking sound was heard.

The Blood Race member clutched his arm, staggered back three steps, and grimaced in pain.

Sun Yan's eyes lit up. Honestly, he wasn't sure how strong he had become, but seeing this Blood Race member's state, he figured he could handle a one-on-one without issue.

With this in mind, Sun Yan continued relentlessly swinging the iron rod at his opponent, hitting him repeatedly without holding back.

The intention was to beat him to death, as Blood Race members were wicked and dangerous, with no reason to show mercy.

Their capture was likely to keep them as blood bags for easy feeding, according to Sun Yan's estimation.

Therefore, he felt no gratitude, as his iron rod continued to strike.

The Blood Race member, realizing what was happening, began to resist, his jaw splitting into multiple segments like a flower, spraying a blood mist.

Fearing poison, Sun Yan quickly covered his nose and retreated, during which the Blood Race member seized an opportunity, extending sharp claws toward Sun Yan's abdomen at high speed.