Ailanda saw the situation and reached out to draw a card, then spread the card face on the table: "I’m a K."
Sun Yan was taken aback and exchanged a glance with Sosia: "You go first."
Sosia shook her head: "You first, let be the last."
Sun Yan nervously picked up a playing card. When he saw that it was a 10, his expression suddenly beca incredibly complex.
A one-quarter chance and I still hit it—what bad luck.
Thinking that he, a dignified Tomb Guardian, had to beco a Corpse Collector, Sun Yan helplessly threw the playing card onto the table: "A bet’s a bet, so I’ll be the Corpse Collector. In the future, when I’m not in the graveyard, it’s up to the three of you to manage it well. If soone cos for burial services, be attentive. Don’t take it lightly."
"Understood." Elise said happily with a smile.
For her, now a gaming hobody, staying in the main house was the perfect life.
"Besides this, there’s sothing else I need to tell you guys. Based on so of my recent experiences, there’s a storm brewing behind Arica. It may not be as safe as before. We must prepare in advance. Sosia, you contact the Demon Exorcism Armant Factory under the Exorcist Association and arrange for so hot weapons and bullets. Buy them, use the disassembler to make blueprints, and we’ll stockpile so arms for any ergencies.
Ailanda, you reach out to people you know at the Evil God Council and investigate affairs concerning the Ancient Gods. See how much the Evil God Council knows about this. Elise, go find Mr. Smith and have him speed up the progress of spreading the Earth Shrine. I’m running low on my incense ash magical power."
Sun Yan ticulously assigned the tasks one by one. After the Ancient Gods incident in San Francisco, he already slled the storm coming.
If no precautionary asures were taken, a sudden crisis could cause heavy losses.
"Okay." The three agreed one after another.
...
Since coming to the graveyard a few months ago to sort through Grandpa’s belongings, Sun Yan realized it’s been a long ti since he last went ho.
The trip to East Sea Chai Family Village was exhausting, and Sun Yan didn’t have the energy for more high-intensity tasks in the short term. Before becoming a Corpse Collector, he thought he’d drive ho to visit his parents.
Saint Anna City, Chinatown, old neighborhood.
He walked up the stairs, took out the key, and opened the door. In the living room, a simple middle-aged man was sitting on a wooden sofa watching TV.
When he saw Sun Yan walk in, the middle-aged man imdiately greeted him: "You finally decided to co back, what have you been doing all this ti without telling the family?"
"Of course, it’s a money-making business, Old Sun. Have you ever thought about moving to a new house?" Sun Yan changed into slippers and asked with a smile.
This middle-aged man was his previous life’s father, Sun Dabiao.
A straightforward and honest person who spent half his life running a restaurant in Chinatown, he didn’t indulge in food, drink, gambling or smoking and just loved fishing whenever he had the chance.
For this reason, Sun Yan’s mom often argued with his dad.
"Move house? What nonsense are you talking about, do you know how expensive houses in Arica are?"
Sun Dabiao clearly didn’t believe Sun Yan and laughed out loud.
Sun Yan, however, sat down seriously and said: "I’m serious. If I made a lot of money, would you think about going back ho and starting fresh?"
Seeing Sun Yan in this manner, Sun Dabiao sat up straight and couldn’t help but ask: "What do you an? You didn’t get into trouble, did you?"
"Absolutely not, I just feel that Arica is not safe anymore. If there’s enough money, going back ho and opening a restaurant is better than staying in Arica with a restaurant. At least we don’t have to worry about soone coming to bother us,
Old Sun, I’ve recently made hundreds of thousands of US dollars; it’s enough for you and mom to go back and open a restaurant in our holand, our roots. What do you think?" Sun Yan asked.
Although he didn’t have much deep affection for his past life’s parents, Sun Yan was serious.
In Arica, as a Tomb Guardian, it’s inevitable that he would face upper-level forces like the Evil God Council.
If they decide to target him, Sun Yan wasn’t worried for himself, but if his parents beca his Achilles’ heel and were controlled, it would be a heavy burden.
Since he now had the money, he could let his parents go back to their holand peacefully, and he would have no worries living alone in Arica.
"Are you drunk?"
"I’m serious, look." Sun Yan took out his phone, showing the bank account balance to Sun Dabiao.
When he saw the balance of over one million US dollars, Sun Dabiao’s expression froze.
Running a restaurant, they hadn’t made that kind of money in ten years; what in the world did this kid do during this ti?
At that mont, Sun Dabiao felt his son was incredibly different, almost as if he no longer knew him.
"Old Sun, Grandpa’s death wasn’t an accident. I’m worried sothing might happen to you and mom too. Trust , going back ho is your best choice. I wouldn’t lie to you."
"You— you know about the Tomb Guardian’s affairs?" Sun Dabiao suddenly asked.
Sun Yan was startled: "You knew too?"
"Damn it, it’s true then." Sun Dabiao rubbed his head, his expression sowhat confused: "I always thought it was your grandpa’s joke. Now it seems the Tomb Guardian has passed to you. No wonder you made so much money, it’s a sin."
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