The egg was cracked into the pan, quickly solidifying in the high-temperature skillet. The spatula skillfully flipped the egg before turning to handle a small piece of steak beside it.
"I haven't gone back to cook recently; you and Dad keep at it for now. I want to play outside for a while. Being a chef at the family restaurant doesn't earn much. Your son here is aiming for big business now."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about it for now, my steak's about to overcook."
Hanging up the call from his mother, Sun Yan slipped his phone into his pocket, carefully placing the eggs and steak from the pan onto a plate and casually carrying them to the dining room.
After inheriting the graveyard, he got a car for commuting, and even a job in exorcism, which made Sun Yan feel quite satisfied.
Although occurrences where people like Joles and Henry came seeking his help didn't happen every day, just one event was enough to provide Sun Yan a satisfactory income.
Perhaps this was why his grandfather, while alive, never asked his children for any living expenses.
Doot doot doot.
Just as Sun Yan was cutting the steak, his phone rang again. It was Henry calling.
"Good morning, Father Jackson."
Henry seemed to be in a good mood today; Sun Yan could even hear him whistling through the phone.
Putting the eggs in his mouth, Sun Yan asked, "Why call me so early? Has my bonus application been approved?"
"That might take a little more time, as I've reported it to the city through the district police station. Quite a few people are involved in the review process along the way…"
Henry chuckled and changed the subject, "Father Jackson, I'm mainly calling to tell you about the details of the last apartment case. I've managed to gather specific details from them. I believe you must be quite curious about the relationship between Mr. Phil and that Asian elderly woman, right?
This whole thing is truly thrilling; that elderly woman was an Eastern person who came to North America more than twenty years ago. It's said she was skilled in Eastern evil arts, Poisonous Gu, Ancient Mantra, Black Magic, so many rich people sought her for various affairs. Nobody knew her name; they all called her Aunt Yun,
After Phil was diagnosed with cancer, he spent a fortune yet couldn't find a cure medically. Eventually, through a friend's recommendation, he found Aunt Yun. It sounds laughable, but he believed Aunt Yun could refine an Immortal Elixir for him, making him immortal. Now, the human bones in that room are enough to firmly prove Phil hired someone to commit murder."
Henry shared the confessions he obtained from Aunt Yun and Phil, revealing a horrifying series of crimes that had been hidden and ongoing for years.
Sun Yan mumbled through the steak, "Not interested, I just want to make money now. Officer Henry, next time you call, hopefully it'll be the good news that my bonus has been deposited."
This time, risking his life to investigate the case, he realized he hadn't made a single penny, an enormous loss indeed.
However, this taught Sun Yan, who was just new to the job, the lesson that next time he must collect payment before working.
"Are you in need of money, Father Jackson? If so, I can inquire with the priest at Shajiao District Church. If there are exorcism tasks they can't handle, they might forward them to you. Rescuing Father Raine and Father Betar last time was proof enough of your skill."
Henry's words moved Sun Yan. From what he implied, exorcism commissions in Saint Anna City seemed not uncommon.
"Thank you, that would be very helpful, Officer Henry."
Sun Yan hung up the phone and continued eating the remaining steak on his plate.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Just then, the notebook he left on the dining table suddenly vibrated. Without even touching it, the notebook opened itself and started flipping through its pages.
Several lines of bloody words appeared slowly on a blank page.
By now, Sun Yan was already used to such strange occurrences after a few days of exposure. It meant a new task had appeared in the notebook, which was actually good news for him.
Daily Task [Ritual of Blood Sacrifice]
Task Difficulty: ☆☆☆☆☆
Task Description: Madam Lolian possesses a special corpse, one accompanied by a curse of death since its discovery. Ordinary people are incapable of handling it. As the Graveyard Master, why not bury it in your graveyard as one of the many collectibles?
Task Requirement: Bury the 'special corpse' in your graveyard
Task Reward: Trader's Mailbox
Looking at the daily task just refreshed on the notebook, Sun Yan's eyes were filled with contemplation.
The daily tasks on the notebook refresh every day. After completing a task, a new daily task will appear after 24 hours.
Daily tasks vary widely; some are straightforward, such as weeding or watering plants, earning rewards easily.
Others can be quite difficult, possibly requiring great effort to complete and even risking injury or death.
Sun Yan knew Madam Lolian; she was an old resident of Gospel Town, having lived there for over thirty years.
However, his grandfather once told him that Madam Lolian's family moved from San Francisco years ago.
Her husband was an outstanding doctor, but after something unknown happened, her husband tragically passed away, and Madam Lolian moved to Gospel Town with her children.
In recent years, Madam Lolian suffered from severe dementia and often forgot her identity.
Therefore, her children kept her at home, and Sun Yan had not seen Madam Lolian for quite some time.
"A special corpse..."
Sun Yan stood up to clear the dishes. Since this task appeared and the target lived in Gospel Town, he had no reason not to check it out.
Each task completion greatly enhanced Sun Yan's abilities.
Strength comes from accumulation over time. If he didn't take on any tasks, he might someday unluckily encounter a powerful Evil Spirit and not know how he died.
After uncovering the graveyard's secret, Sun Yan suspected that his grandfather's death wasn't as simple as it seemed. He might have died because of an Evil Spirit.
And if he didn't want to accidentally die at home one day, he had to keep working diligently while he could.
Packing the General Sun Mask and Ghost Torturing Stick into his pocket, Sun Yan grabbed the notebook and left the graveyard, driving towards the busiest street in Gospel Town.
Early on, Sun Yan's grandfather came to Gospel Town to manage the graveyard. Considering the need for a large area for burials, the graveyard was located on the outskirts of town, several kilometers from the town center, in a rather desolate area with few neighbors. After all, nobody would want to live near a grave.
American rural towns typically have only two to three thousand people, with each household residing in a separate villa with its own yard.
And the town center is the most bustling area, with orderly streets, bars, supermarkets, bowling alleys, and Madam Lolian's house being in this region.
As Sun Yan drove to the entrance of a yard based on his memory, he noticed that a travel trailer had already parked there.
A few university students, looking quite energetic, got out of the van, holding video cameras and cameras, whispering to each other mysteriously.