"It’s . Pretty interesting, right? I can actually communicate with you remotely via the Earth Shrine." Sun Yan said smugly.
Sosia couldn’t quite understand this magical thing and quickly asked, "So you saw everything that happened just now? Then why didn’t you step in to help?"
"Yes, the Earth Shrine has the ability to monitor the surrounding land. The specific range depends on the incense offerings it receives. Currently, I can only see what’s happening in the entire police station. If more incense is offered, maybe it could eventually cover the entire Shajiao District or even the whole of Saint Anna City."
"Moreover, with more incense offerings, the Earth Shrine can unlock more abilities, like dream revelations, blessings, warding off evil, agricultural growth, and so on."
"But right now, it receives so little incense that it doesn’t support helping you deal with that Flying Head Monster, so I could only watch just now."
Sun Yan excitedly shared the capabilities of the Earth Shrine with Sosia. Since the other person was a Cetery mber and absolutely loyal to the graveyard, they were considered one of their own, so there was no need to worry about Sosia leaking secrets.
"You can tell about these abilities later, first tell about the Flying Head Monster. I feel that thing was not an ordinary Evil Spirit; she was very powerful." Sosia asked seriously.
As a Werewolf, Sosia’s body harbored a fighting gene. Encountering a tricky enemy didn’t dampen their spirits; instead, it made the Werewolf feel more eager to fight.
They just wanted to do whatever it took to hunt down their enemies.
"You’re right. That human head wasn’t an Evil Spirit but a living person. In the South Seas, there is a group known as ’Black Magic Masters.’ These people acquire Black Magic mana by worshiping Evil Gods, and among these thods, the most extre one to enhance mana is the Flying Head Monster.
The Flying Head Monster is a risky Evil Art where the Black Magic Master has to separate their head and nourish it with blood and animal fat. After becoming proficient in head separation, they control their head at night to fly out and hunt poultry, draining blood for cultivation. After forty-nine days, if the Black Magic Master is still alive, the Flying Head Monster is considered complete. Its power is imnse, far beyond what an ordinary Black Magic Master can achieve."
Sun Yan explained very thoroughly. Having previously been tricked by Southern Ocean Black Magic Masters, he had a little trauma in his mind.
Now, having discovered a mysterious Black Magic Master with even greater power in Saint Anna City, Sun Yan couldn’t help but stay vigilant.
Everything he knew about the Flying Head Monster was from the "Mountain Chasing Manual." If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes today, Sun Yan wouldn’t have believed that there were actually Black Magic Masters who had mastered this Evil Art in this world, which was indeed life-threatening.
"Just hearing about it is enough to feel disgusting, just as filthy as those Blood Races," Sosia said with a look of disdain.
"Ms. Sosia, am I safe now?"
Assisted by the officers, Henry, who had taken a while to recover his senses, quickly asked Sosia.
Encountering such strange things out of nowhere, even a battle-hardened chief would feel terrified.
According to the description from the officers, after Henry took the Earth Shrine into the office, he never ca out again. There was no short-circuit flickering of lights or an empty hall.
It seed as if everything that had just happened was rely Henry’s hallucination.
"Have your people make more incense offerings to the Earth Shrine. Its power is too weak now to protect this area. As for that Evil Spirit matter earlier, I’ll head back to the Evangelical Town Cetery to discuss it with Jackson. Once we have results, I’ll let you know. And don’t forget to offer incense to the Earth Shrine every day."
Sosia gave a few instructions, left the police station, and drove swiftly back to Gospel Town.
...
At the cetery entrance, Sun Yan stood in front of the Trader’s mailbox, reaching in to take out a blood-red envelope.
Ever since the Corpse Collector had co for a trade at the cetery last ti, Sun Yan checked the mailbox every day for new letters.
Now, with two more special corpses in his cetery, Sun Yan eagerly anticipated the next trade.
If he could obtain items to upgrade the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao’s divine statue again from the Corpse Collector, it would greatly help improve his strength.
However, today’s letter in the mailbox seed rather unusual. Besides wedding invitations, Sun Yan had rarely seen letters in a red envelope.
Sun Yan carefully opened it and quickly read through.
’Hello, dear Cetery Administrator, I am Bakar Moon. Initially, I intended to revisit your cetery on a beautiful White Sunday night to trade with you again. Unfortunately, I’ve learned your cetery is about to face a Bloody Sunday. I despise this day; it’s incredibly dangerous. I hope you stay safe, most importantly, survive the Bloody Sunday. I look forward to trading with you in the future. Goodnight.’
Looking at the twisted, ugly English on the paper, resembling crawling creatures, Sun Yan couldn’t help but frown.
Bloody Sunday? What’s that?
Is there sothing beyond White Sunday? And judging by Bakar Moon’s tone, this upcoming Bloody Sunday seems extrely dangerous, even a potential death threat.
"What kind of situation is this? Since inheriting the cetery, each day is becoming increasingly hopeless."
Sun Yan sighed, stuffed the letter into his pocket, and turned back to the main house.
He knew nothing about Bloody Sunday, and even the "Mountain Chasing Manual" left by his grandfather didn’t ntion it.
Sun Yan could only co up with a plan himself on how to deal with this Bloody Sunday.
The good news is, he now has Cetery mbers and isn’t fighting alone.
Better news is, the cetery also has a Tomb Guardian, with the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao being his biggest support.
If even the True Monarch can’t hold it at that ti, then Sun Yan might as well wash up and sleep early, dying would just save him pain.
"Once Sosia returns from Saint Anna City, I need to hold a eting about this. Everyone should prepare for the upcoming Bloody Sunday. I and the Cetery mbers are a team, mutually dependent."
Arriving at the main house door, just about to enter, Sun Yan saw the rough doghouse built by Sosia beside it.
Having wandered around outside and just returned, Dahuang is lying on the ground, sound asleep.
It lay on its side, its snowy white belly rising and falling with its breath, looking completely defenseless.
"You carefree creature, you’re part of the cetery too, you must contribute. Stop sleeping, get up for a eting."
Sun Yan bent down, picked up Dahuang, and dragged it into the main house.
Dahuang woke from its slumber, sleepily opened its eyes, and stared around in confusion.
Dog face bewildered.
Who am I? Where am I? What’s happening?
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