Running A Cemetery in North America

Zhao Chuan Yi, puzzled, looked at Sun Yan: "Are you injured?"

"No, do I look like someone who's injured? This guy's a charlatan, just trying to scare me." Sun Yan shook his head nonchalantly, yet he couldn't help but feel astonished in his heart.

If there's one problem with me, it's the Evil God's toxin, and I need the Four Treasures to be cured.

But how did this Shen Fatty figure it out?

Indeed, in such a vast world, there's no shortage of remarkable and talented individuals.

"Please come this way, the dinner needs some more time to prepare. Let me first take you two for a tour around the Ancient Castle." The old housekeeper, Xia Da Ymir, walked over from somewhere and greeted Sun Yan and Chuan Yi.

Sun Yan exchanged a glance with Zhao Chuan Yi, nodded, and followed the old housekeeper toward a corridor near the hall.

...

Night fell, and the sky outside the Ancient Castle was completely plunged into darkness.

In this snowy mountain, the cold wind howled fiercely. Yet inside the castle, it was as warm as spring. Even wearing just a light outfit wouldn't make one feel a hint of chill.

Sun Yan and Zhao Chuan Yi sat beside a table that resembled the extra-long tables typically used by old families in American TV dramas, watching as maids served delicate French dishes, their appetites whetted.

"Housekeeper Xia Da, where's Mr. Balian?" Sun Yan asked the old housekeeper standing on the side, noting the empty main seat.

"Master's asthma has flared up. Lisa is currently tending to him in his room, and he won't be able to join us for a while. You two can start dining, don't worry about it. Our master often has episodes like this," Xia Da said politely.

"Asthma? That's really troublesome. I'll just start eating then; I'm starving." Zhao Chuan Yi nodded, immediately picking up the soup spoon to drink soup.

At the same time, the gate of the wall outside the Ancient Castle suddenly opened.

Through the snow, several luxury cars drove into the courtyard. Shortly, a few silhouettes were seen disembarking, hastily heading toward the castle gate.

It was the group of African American Brian, the woman in a trench coat Monica, Little Ghost Yamashita, and Golden Teeth Shen Fatty, who had departed several hours earlier.

They were all covered in snow, their faces pale. Only after entering the castle and feeling the warm flames from the fireplace did their stiff bodies begin to relax, and their faces returned to a rosy hue.

"Damn weather, how could a violent snowstorm start suddenly? The road out of the mountain is now completely blocked,"

African American Brian cursed angrily.

"What's the use of being anxious now? Save your energy. It looks like we'll have to spend the night in Mr. Balian's castle," Shen Fatty dusted off the snow from his shoulder and followed the maid toward the dining hall with large strides.

In the dining hall, Sun Yan, who was eating two slices of caramel butter bread, suddenly heard a commotion from outside the door and looked up.

He saw that it was Shen Fatty's group returning halfway, and couldn't help but greet them: "Good evening, everyone. Why are you back?"

"Little brother, you're really smart, staying here instead of leaving. Unlike us, freezing for several hours only to come back again. If I'd known a snowstorm would hit suddenly, I wouldn't have left earlier and would have stayed in the castle to enjoy the warmth and snacks. Much more comfortable,"

Shen Fatty laughed, found an empty seat, grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table, and started drinking straight from the mouth.

This sight made Monica, who followed him into the dining hall, frown: "That's such a wasteful way to drink. Wine needs to breathe, Mr. Shen."

"Whatever, only you Westerners care about those trivial things. As long as the wine can be drunk, it's fine." Shen Fatty shrugged dismissively, and just in that while, he had gulped half a bottle, clearly very thirsty.

"Please wait a moment. I'll have the servants serve you dishes right away."

Housekeeper Xia Da said slowly, seemingly unsurprised by their return.

"Housekeeper Xia Da, can we stay in the castle tonight? The snowstorm outside doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. I hope Mr. Balian will allow us to stay overnight."

Yamashita Kojirō, after seating himself, asked aloud.

"I believe it won't be a problem. Our master is very hospitable and will surely be delighted to have you stay in the castle. I'll go inform him, then have the servants prepare rooms for you."

Xia Da nodded and soon disappeared from the dining hall.

After experiencing the extreme cold, the body becomes extremely tired and hungry. Upon seeing the served dishes, Shen Fatty's group began devouring the food, showing no trace of the grace typically found in wealthy individuals.

Sun Yan couldn't help but shake his head.

This? They don't even have a better eating manner than me.

Until the dinner ended, Mr. Balian didn't show up and only had Lisa come to apologize to everyone, citing his asthma as the reason he couldn't come out to host them.

Sun Yan and the group of seven didn't mind, as they'd have already returned to Oslo and gone back home by now if it weren't for the snowstorm outside.

Led by the servants, they each arrived at their guestrooms. After a day of travel, anyone normal would feel extremely exhausted.

Sun Yan, having a Martial Arts Physique, wasn't affected much, but due to the lack of internet in the Ancient Castle, which is a torment to a modern youth.

His phone turned into a brick, useful only for reading novels and nothing else.

After reading dozens of chapters while lying in bed, Sun Yan suddenly felt his eyelids heavy and fell into a hazy sleep.

...

Drip! Drip! Drip!

The sound of water drips suddenly echoed from somewhere in the room.