Running A Cemetery in North America

The whole photograph exuded a strong, eerie atmosphere, and what shocked Sun Yan was that he couldn't remember when this photo was taken at all.

And who is the golden-haired woman in the picture, and why is she nailed to the oil painting?

Sun Yan furrowed his brows, rubbing his temples with a bit of a headache, feeling something was amiss.

"Monica... could it be that Yamashita Kojirō wasn't lying, and this woman Monica truly existed, but we've all forgotten something?"

...

Late night.

In the silent corridor, a door slowly opened, and Yamashita Kojirō cautiously stepped out.

"Impossible, Monica definitely existed, how come I'm the only one who remembers, what exactly happened."

Yamashita Kojirō's face was heavy as he carefully searched around the Ancient Castle.

He had a secret, that although he was old, he was actually a karate master. Even if three adults attacked Yamashita Kojirō at once, they might not be his match.

It was with this confidence that Yamashita Kojirō came alone to participate in the auction at the Ancient Castle.

As long as he didn't encounter armed robbers, Yamashita Kojirō had absolute confidence in his own strength.

He made his way to the third floor, opening one room after another. Suddenly, one room caught his attention.

"What is this?"

The room was filled with various oil paintings of Angels, all classic works by European artists throughout the ages.

Such as Hugo Simberg's 1903 painting "The Wounded Angel", the 17th-century painting "Madonna and Child with Putti".

Peter Paul Rubens's "Madonna and Child with Putti", Dante Gabriel Rossetti's "Annunciation".

Giotto di Bondone's "Crying Angel", Jozef van Cleef's "The Last Judgment", Diego Velázquez's "The Coronation of the Virgin".

All were paintings or murals containing Angel elements.

The room was also filled with various white Angel sculptures, but the Angels, who should have been immensely holy, appeared inexplicably eerie in the dim room.

Only because all of them were holding a head with a sorrowful and painful expression in their hands.

Yamashita Kojirō looked around, making sure no one noticed him, then walked into the room.

...

Drip drip drip!

Drip! Drip! Drip!

The sound of dripping water suddenly rang out from somewhere in the room.

Sun Yan opened his eyes, his gaze exceptionally clear, with not a trace of sleepiness.

Ever since seeing that eerie photo in his phone's album, a subtle unease had been lingering in his heart.

Sun Yan could conclude that something had definitely happened to him, otherwise, he couldn't possibly forget who the woman nailed to the oil painting was.

This Ancient Castle definitely has a problem!

Listening to the extremely piercing sound of dripping water in the room, Sun Yan got up and walked towards the source of the sound.

He saw blood dripping slowly from the wall by the window, seeping down from the ceiling.

As Sun Yan got closer, he quickly smelled a pervasive scent of blood in the air.

"It's the smell of human blood, something's happened." Sun Yan's eyes turned serious, he immediately dressed and quietly left the room, heading towards the third floor.

Since the blood was dripping from above his room, the problem must have occurred on the third floor.

Although this trip wasn't an exorcism commission, so he didn't bring the Golden Halberd, Sun Yan, with the support of Incense Ash Magical Power, could still summon Mo Lihai Dharma to fight.

Ordinary Evil Spirits really aren't his match, even if he encounters an Evil God, Sun Yan can still put up a fight with all his Incense Ash Magical Power.

Arriving on the third floor, opening the Celestial Eye, he immediately saw a gray fog pervading the entire corridor.

All the gray fog was floating out from a slightly ajar room, Sun Yan immediately approached, peeking into the room.

In the dim room stood a motionless figure, based on the clothing, Sun Yan recognized the man as Yamashita Kojirō.

He couldn't understand what this old man was doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

Just as Sun Yan was about to push the door open and enter the room, a horrifying scene suddenly unfolded before him.

Yamashita Kojirō's head made a creaking sound, slowly turning to reveal a completely inhuman neck angle.

Blood poured from his seven orifices, and he pitifully called out to Sun Yan outside the door: "The Angel is... the Angel is..."

Crack!

Before he could finish his words, his head dropped to his shoulder.

Sun Yan's mind was suddenly wracked with intense pain, and a flood of unfamiliar memories emerged, he had heard this phrase somewhere before.

It seemed like... Monica.

Quickly taking a photo with his phone, Sun Yan rushed into the room, carefully observing Yamashita Kojirō's body.

The man died in an extremely bizarre manner, lifting his collar, Sun Yan saw that a multitude of white feathers had grown from the skin on Yamashita Kojirō's chest.

But these feathers weren't beautiful; instead, they had a grotesque appearance of abnormal growth.

"I didn't see any Evil Spirits, how could he twist his own neck." Sun Yan looked puzzled.

It's simply impossible for a normal person to twist their own neck without external force.

But Sun Yan had the Celestial Eye, and he just saw nothing out of the ordinary. The room was filled with various Angel oil paintings and sculptures, causing a subtle unease to rise in Sun Yan's heart.