’Mission Complete’
’Tomb Magical Artifact: Soul-Calling Banner (capable of summoning souls of the deceased within seven days)’
On the way back to the graveyard, Sun Yan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, admiring the exquisite triangular banner in his hand.
The banner is a short flag, 30 centiters in length, with a silky texture, feeling very smooth to the touch.
The flag has a red base with black edges, with a character for "soul" embroidered in calligraphy at its center, clearly marking it as a magical artifact with significance.
"The number of magical artifacts I possess is increasing, and their functions are becoming more versatile." Sun Yan placed the Soul-Calling Banner on the passenger seat and smiled contentedly.
This ti, being targeted by a Black Magic Master, although the process was perilous, the outco can be considered both fortune and misfortune interwoven.
Without Zhou Haidong’s help, it would have been much harder for Sun Yan to deal with that Black Magic Master and complete the mission.
Such beings, though their close-range threat isn’t significant, beco tricky when they hide in the shadows to harm people. Unless you are skilled in long-distance magical combat, finding a counterasure is truly difficult.
Looking at the road ahead, Sun Yan shook his head regretfully: "It’s a sha Chen Xing ended up dead. It won’t be easy to find another generous client like him in the future. I thought I could make more money from him this ti, but as the saying goes, evil deeds bring their own ruin. He ran overseas, leaving after getting a girl’s belly big; if it weren’t for that, he might not have died so miserably."
As an instinct, Sun Yan’s eyes swept over the rearview mirror, and suddenly he froze, seeing a shadow quietly sitting with its head down on the back seat reflected in the mirror.
Sun Yan instantly slamd the brakes and turned to look; there was no figure on the back seat. It seed the glimpse was rely an illusion.
’Celestial Eye’!
"How can this be..." Sun Yan imdiately furrowed his brow. After activating the Celestial Eye, the back seat remained empty, with nothing unusual.
A sense of discomfort and crisis arose in his heart, as if being stared at by a lurking venomous snake, like thorns on his back.
Seeing nothing strange, Sun Yan had no choice but to head back on the road, making his way back to the graveyard as quickly as possible.
...
Late night.
Sun Yan lay on the bed, expressionless, scrolling through TikTok, seemingly preoccupied.
Looking at the Country Boy and the Foreign Diva with long legs on the screen, Sun Yan didn’t have the usual desire to like, his mind wholly occupied with the peculiar shadow he saw in the car during the day.
After returning to the graveyard, the first thing Sun Yan did was go to the altar to offer incense to the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, but his body showed no reactions.
This made Sun Yan more uneasy. Either the shadow was rely passing by at that ti, not specifically seeking him.
Or the divine statue of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, ant to guard the graveyard, was currently of too low quality to sense the shadow.
Realizing that there might be a hidden threat with unknown intentions lurking around, Sun Yan couldn’t relax.
Even lying on the bed at this mont, for safety’s sake, he had hidden all his magical artifacts under his pillow.
Ready to launch a swift counterattack at any sign of irregularity or motion.
Ti ticked by, second by second.
[June 23, 23:59]
The Country Boy and the Foreign Diva continued dancing passionately on the phone screen, but Sun Yan’s gaze was fixed on the display ti.
As the last minute of Sunday for the week, the ti displayed on his phone had remained unchanged for quite so ti.
Ti seed frozen in this second, rendering Sunday eternally unable to transition into the next Monday.
"There’s definitely sothing wrong; I’ve been targeted."
Sun Yan took out the Ghost Torturing Stick and the General Sun Mask from under the pillow, getting out of bed and walking to the window, pulling the curtain aside to look outside.
It was then Sun Yan noticed the imnse change outside, dense white fog had silently enveloped the graveyard’s surroundings, created at so unknown ti.
It left Sun Yan unable to see anything beyond the graveyard, as if the graveyard had transford into an isolated island.
Leaving Sun Yan as the only survivor on this island.
"Is this the Black Magic Master’s handiwork? No, it shouldn’t be. If that guy had the ability to affect the environnt like this, dealing with wouldn’t need such effort. Perhaps it’s his companion seeking revenge?"
Sun Yan felt greatly puzzled, his mind racing through all possibilities.
Ever since inheriting the graveyard, enemies he’d managed to offend included: Aunt Yun, hiding in a dilapidated apartnt; the Demon Butis who bewitched Madam Lolian; and the Southern Ocean Black Magic Master who cursed Chen Xing.
But Aunt Yun was imprisoned, the evil artifacts used to sense Butis were destroyed, and the Southern Ocean Black Magic Master had beco a corpse.
These enemies had no reason to be at the graveyard tonight; who could it be?
Feeling irritably disturbed, Sun Yan suddenly beca fearless, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, instantly calming his mind, dispelling the fear of the unknown.
"On my turf, no one can act ghostly, not demons or evil spirits."
Sun Yan donned the General Sun Mask, holding the Ghost Torturing Stick in one hand and clutching General Zeng’s two puppets with the other, he walked out of the room and descended the stairs, preparing to venture outside and investigate.
If the opponent ca for him, staying hidden in the room was pointless; he might as well confront them head-on.
If the magical artifacts he possessed couldn’t deal with this unknown entity, Sun Yan resolved to accept his fate, to die without regret.
Ring, ring! Ring, ring!
As Sun Yan stepped out of the main building, a series of ringing sounds ca drifting from afar through the fog surrounding the graveyard.
From outside the graveyard gate, an old carriage slowly erged from the fog, with a brass oil lamp hanging on the left side of the carriage, and a dieval clapper on the right side. The sounds Sun Yan heard were precisely from this mysterious carriage.
Late at night, in the graveyard, with the fog.
Plus an unfamiliar carriage, any normal person would probably be scared to the point of fainting upon encountering this scene.
Sun Yan had just smoked, and was now full of confidence to face fear; he stared intently at the carriage, unwavering under the mask.
The enemy didn’t move, nor did he. Regardless of the origin of this thing, he must not show any weakness.
"What a wonderful day, dear graveyard administrator, you must have received the letter I sent in advance. As stated in the letter, I would arrive on this white Sunday without fail, hoping I wasn’t late."
A hoarse voice ca from inside the carriage, and as the carriage door opened, a masked figure in an English coat and gentleman’s hat slowly erged.
This peculiar person had yellow bandages wrapped around visible parts of his skin, leaving only his pair of non-human eyes exposed. As Sun Yan looked at him, the strange man showed confusion.
"Oh, it seems this graveyard has a new administrator. Let reintroduce myself: dear graveyard administrator, I am called ’Bakar Moon,’ a corpse collector walking in the human world."
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