Running A Cemetery in North America-Chapter 378 - 254: Evil on the Plane

According to the situation in Sun Yan’s family, basically, he only returns to the country once a year near the end of the year to celebrate the New Year with relatives back home.

By the way, he also does some cleaning for the old house and pays respects to ancestors.

Such a temporary return to the country is quite rare.

But for this mission, aiming to go to that Land of the Profane, he must enter through the local area of Wenyang City, so Sun Yan immediately bought a plane ticket back home.

Over at the Evangelical Town Cemetery, Elise, Sosia, and Ailanda are taking care of things, plus there are three Guardian Gods overseeing it. Even if he’s not there, he feels very reassured.

Early the next morning, Sun Yan gave instructions to the three Cemetery Members on their daily tasks, then drove to the airport and boarded his flight home.

"It’s been a long time since I went back to the country. This time, I can take the chance to visit my parents. I wonder how they’re doing after returning."

Sun Yan sat in his chair, looking out at the airport through the window.

Recently, he has earned quite a bit of money through exorcism. Now traveling, he certainly wouldn’t settle for less. Sun Yan directly bought a first-class ticket he would have never spent on before. Having money means enjoying better things, seeing what makes first-class different from economy.

"Hey, I’m already on the plane; should be there tonight."

At this time, a long-haired beauty carrying a GUCCI handbag came over and sat directly beside Sun Yan.

She had a delicately small face, about palm-sized, wearing LV sunglasses.

Her upper body was covered by a loose suit jacket, while the lower part wore a short skirt with black stockings; both her looks and figure completely fit a model’s profile.

Sun Yan glanced sideways at her, not because she was good-looking, but because there was actually a dark aura lingering between her brows.

This is exactly the sign of being possessed.

Ever since Sun Yan donned the mask, it’s been quite a while since he’s dealt with exorcisms. Whether it’s an Evil Spirit or an Evil God, they appear not strong enough in front of Sun Yan now.

If exorcism had to be done, sending Sosia wearing the General Sun Mask out on a task could effortlessly solve it.

"I said, no blind dates. It’s the modern age; can’t I have freedom in marriage? Even if that person has money, I’m not interested. Alright, that’s it for now; I’m boarding. We’ll talk when I land."

The black-haired beauty directly hung up her phone and then took out Bluetooth earphones from her handbag, wearing an aloof and unapproachable look.

Sun Yan withdrew his gaze; he’s not in the habit of meddling.

Usually, people willingly pay him for exorcism services. Now, even encountering a person seemingly possessed, he wouldn’t bother reminding them.

It might happen that this woman thinks Sun Yan is hitting on her rather than appreciating the help.

The plane slowly started, and directly soared into the air.

Seeing the city below grow smaller in his eyes, until the land entirely covered by clouds, Sun Yan asked the stewardess for a blanket, adjusted into a comfortable position, then fell into a deep sleep in his seat.

In the deep night, the plane soared thousands of meters high, heading toward the Eastern Continent.

The entire first-class cabin’s lights dimmed to the darkest, convenient for passengers to sleep.

"No, don’t! Stay away from me."

Lying beside Sun Yan, the black-haired beauty is currently sleeping with an eye mask on.

But her facial expression turned horrified, not only sweating heavily from her forehead but also visibly distorted.

Clenching her lips tight, as if seeing something terrifying.

She continuously muttered, soon alarming the sleeping Sun Yan.

Sun Yan raised his head, and his Celestial Eye quickly opened, noticing a faint silhouette coiled around the black-haired beauty.

This indeed was the evil attached to her, rendering all evil spirits invisible under the Celestial Eye.

"Such a strange evil; just waking up bored, let’s play and see who’s causing the mischief."

Sun Yan mused inwardly, then reclined in the seat. A trace of his soul separate from his body, entering the black-haired beauty’s subconscious.

...

On the pitch-black street, Nie Rourou ran frantically along the road, occasionally looking back, as if something horrendous chased her.

Nearby, terrifying growls can be heard; suddenly a man dashed out from the front, pulling the panic-stricken Nie Rourou into the adjacent alley.

Then he covered her mouth, and shortly after, a multi-headed monster hurriedly passed down the street.

If Nie Rourou hadn’t been saved timely by this person, likely she would have perished under the monster’s maws.

"It’s you!" Nie Rourou gasped.

Though she didn’t know this man, she felt a special sense of familiarity as if she had seen him before and already knew him for a long time.

"Don’t be afraid, with me here, I’ll protect you," the man said, touching Nie Rourou’s hair, about to lower his head to kiss her lips.

Just then, a big hand suddenly grabbed the man’s shoulder, flung him directly, crashing on the adjacent wall, landing on the ground.

"Who are you!" The man yelled angrily seeing someone ruining his deeds.

"Using dream-weaving methods, indeed a low move, begone," Sun Yan scolded.

The entire pitch-black street suddenly began collapsing, tearing, everything vanished into thin air.

...

"Hiss!"

Nie Rourou abruptly opened her eyes, fearfully looking around, finally relieved seeing she was still on the plane.

Recalling her dream just now, Nie Rourou felt increasingly terrified and unbelievable.

She turned toward Sun Yan, seeing him already awoke.

"Was that you just now?" Nie Rourou asked fearfully.

"Hmm, have you been having nightmares lately, where a man always suddenly appears saving you from danger?" Sun Yan nodded.

"How’d you know?" Nie Rourou sat up, clutching her chest in fright and said, "It’s been half a month. Ever since I came to America, each night I dream of various horrific scenes, yet someone always comes to rescue me. But I can’t remember his face, although I feel familiar with him."

"That’s because you’re possessed, and this evil is inflicted by someone. This forces you into perilous dreamscapes nightly. Doing so likely carries sinister intent towards you. Have you offended anyone recently?"

Sun Yan posed with hands behind his head, watching Nie Rourou.

"Possessed, me?" Nie Rourou said in surprise, "What should I do? Do you have a way to resolve my issue?"

Sun Yan laughed, "Do you trust me?"

"Your actions make it hard not to trust."

Recalling Sun Yan in her dream, merely his reprimand woke her up; this ability is indeed too miraculous.

She suspected Sun Yan might be an extraordinary expert capable of solving her trouble.

Rich people aren’t foolish; when strange things happen, they don’t question first but seek solutions.

Thus, over the years, many stories prevail about wealthy individuals being deceived financially.

They’re less concerned about being scammed but more about whether their encountered problems can be effectively resolved.