Running A Cemetery in North America

Carl's hand, gripping the dagger, began to tremble unconsciously: "Shit, what exactly has the Morolick Clan summoned, how can the Sheep's Eye Tree have such power, this is completely different from what's recorded in the intel! Damn it! Everyone get in the car and leave immediately, right now!"

Everyone understood that the situation had changed, and it had exceeded their understanding. If they didn't leave immediately, they would all be stuck here forever.

A few people immediately got into the car, ready to start it up and back away.

But at that moment, a plump noblewoman nearly three meters tall descended from the sky, landing beside the jeep.

She grabbed the edge of the jeep with both hands and unbelievably lifted this car weighing three or four tons straight into the air, flipping it over with a forceful heave.

The car rolled over uncontrollably and flipped twice before coming to a shaky stop.

"This..."

Looking at this unusually large member of the Blood Race, Carl's face turned deathly pale.

Before he could react, three sharp claws suddenly appeared, slashing from his forehead straight to his chin.

"Ah!!!"

A piercing scream echoed.

Carl clutched his bleeding eyes and fell to his knees, his body writhing in pain.

The one who struck was a Blood Race member wearing a trench coat.

"Rogers, don't kill him. The Mother Goddess needs more people to join to expand our strength. This time the Morolick Clan will truly rise."

The plump noblewoman licked her crimson lips and smiled wickedly.

"Aife, I know what I need to do."

Rogers grabbed Carl's shoulder and lifted him, biting down on his neck.

...

After a bumpy half-hour journey on the return city bus, Sun Yan and his party finally arrived at Saint Anna City.

Sun Yan, worn and weary, stepped off the bus, gazing at the skyscrapers of Saint Anna City around him, feeling as though he was in another world.

That cramped dungeon had indeed left him with significant psychological scars.

This unexpected event reinforced his determination to develop the Earth orthodoxy as quickly as possible.

Only when the Earth Shrines spread throughout North America, acquiring enough incense worship, could he display his true powers.

The next time he encountered any danger, he wouldn't have to act so timid and cautious.

"Luo Wei, where do you live? I'll get you some money so you can buy a plane ticket home. Now that you're in Saint Anna City, you're considered safe. We can exchange contact information, so if you face any trouble in the future, you can contact me for help."

"San Francisco."

"That's not far from Saint Anna City."

At an ATM on the street, he withdrew a thousand US Dollars and handed it to Luo Wei, watching as she left.

"Should we catch a ride back to Gospel Town now?" Sosia asked.

The Ford pickup they had driven out with had been blown up by the Blood Race, and without a vehicle, they'd need to find another way to return to the graveyard.

Sun Yan shook his head: "That's too troublesome. We'll definitely need a car for daily trips in the future, so let's buy a car at a used car shop and drive it back home."

Elise, puzzled, said: "Didn't you earn tens of thousands of US Dollars from the exorcism job for the Park Family last time? Why buy used?"

"Spendthrift, I only earned tens of thousands of US Dollars, not millions. New cars not only require payment of purchase tax but also vehicle tax, and are more expensive,

It's more economical to buy used cars. Even with tens of thousands, you have to calculate carefully to live well. Who knows how many other expenses we'll face in the future. We must save where we can."

Sun Yan hailed a taxi and took the group to the Friendship Car Shop.

Though the used cars at Friendship Car Shop were 'Soul Ring' tough, they were affordable and of high quality.

Sun Yan was quite satisfied that a small amount of money could achieve the goal of buying a big brand.

As for those 'Indigenous People' in the cars, with Sun Yan's current exorcism prowess, not even a hundred-year Fierce Ghost could harm a hair on his head, so there was no need to worry about whether his life was tough enough, whether he could handle it.