'Mission Completed'
'Cemetery Entry: Corpse-Driving Skill (can command corpses, long-distance travel)'
'Mission Completed'
'Tomb Magical Artifact: Ghost Torturing Stick (can drive away ghosts, strike down demons)'
The businessman Phil Kahn was captured, and the elderly woman attempted to kill Pete as the 81st victim, but Sun Yan intervened and saved him.
Sun Yan can be said to have successfully completed the mission, stopping the crime of the Fallen.
And the truth behind the door, after he personally risked himself to break into the Yin Residence, using the power of the General Sun Mask, he managed to kill the ghosts worshipped by the heretic sanctuary within the Yin Residence and achieved great success.
Thus, two time-limited tasks were completed simultaneously, and at this moment, he finally received the reward he deserved.
"Corpse-Driving Skill, this is quite suitable for me. With this ability, future burials will be much more convenient."
Sun Yan thought to himself, casually pulling out an item from his pocket that wasn't there before but suddenly appeared.
This was a 30-centimeter long peach wood short stick, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with an end perfectly sized for gripping.
Numerous talismans that Sun Yan couldn't understand were inscribed on both sides of the token, with the names of two deities engraved in the middle, 'Evil-Destroying Witch-Ending Marshal Meng' and 'Executioner Ghost Torturing Marshal Zhu'.
These two marshals were among the Thirty-Six Celestial Generals of the Thunder Division, formally known as 'Thunder Gate Locomotive Marshal Zhu' and 'Fengdu Ghost Torturing Marshal Meng'.
The Ghost Torturing Stick was engraved with their names, symbolizing the use of divine power to expel ghosts.
"Not bad, with this thing, dealing with evil spirits will be much more straightforward in the future." Sun Yan said with satisfaction, waving the Ghost Torturing Stick.
Although the General Sun Mask was a good magical artifact, to fully unleash its power, it required divination.
Compared to holding the Ghost Torturing Stick in his hand to smash directly, one strike could make evil spirits and ghosts vanish soul and spirit.
"Jackson, I really have to thank you for your intervention this time, otherwise, this case might never have been able to reveal the truth. The deceased in those two coffins should be the family members of that Asian elderly woman, but I don't know why she would hide their coffins in the apartment."
After instructing his men to handle the scene's aftermath, Henry took off his hat and approached Sun Yan excitedly, his smile uncontainable.
Having solved such a big case, he was very likely to be promoted, gaining far more than he originally expected.
You should know that Henry previously went to Gospel Town to find Sun Yan to help with the sole purpose of asking him to find the missing police officer.
"No need for pleasantries, officer, can the 80,000 annual salary of a spiritual consultant be given to me directly? Consider it an advance on this year's salary." Sun Yan quickly asked about the thing he cared most about.
After all, why else did he work so hard if not for money?
If he could secure this 80,000 US dollars and add the 20,000 given by Joles for exorcism, Sun Yan could directly go to the dealership to purchase a car on-site.
Hearing Sun Yan's request, Henry's face immediately showed an awkward expression. He coughed twice and scratched his face somewhat apologetically: "I'm sorry Father Jackson, regarding the salary of the spiritual consultant, your grandfather had already advanced it with our police department last year, so now that you've inherited his position, it means that you actually don't have a salary for this year."
This news was no less than a bolt from the blue, exploding directly in Sun Yan's heart. He stood there in disbelief: "Advanced, all advanced?"
"Don't be upset Father Jackson; given your fearless performance during the investigation, and your willingness to risk yourself to find the missing police officer and the two priests, I'll apply to the police department for exceptional approval to give you a bonus. You're excellent, just like your grandfather."
Henry respectfully patted Sun Yan's arm, his eyes full of comfort.
"Damn, where did the old man use all the money; it's not like he had any significant expenses. That was 80,000 US dollars."
Sun Yan painfully covered his face, as the grand vision of purchasing a new car outright was shattered at that moment.
Henry asked, "You've had a tough night, do you need me to drive you back to Gospel Town, or would you like to stay overnight at our police department until tomorrow?"
"No need, just take me to the Friendship Car Shop in the next street." Sun Yan sighed. Luckily, he had a backup plan, plan B.
...
Ever since he turned 18, Sun Yan had always dreamt of owning his own vehicle, to travel around North America, or perhaps take a girl for a ride.
At the reckless and youthful age of 18, he thought that his future vehicle would have to be a Bentley, Aston Martin, Porsche, or at the very least, a Mustang or a Hellcat.
But after a few years of frying dishes in the kitchen of his mom's Ah Fen Restaurant, he came to terms with life and put away those fantasies.
Luxury cars were ethereal things; a pickup truck that could carry people and goods, sturdy and durable, was the best choice for ordinary people.
Friendship Car Shop was a second-hand car shop in Saint Anna City run by a local Chinese.
This car shop was different from ordinary second-hand car shops in that it had a particularly eerie aspect: the cars sold there were all extraordinarily cheap.
20,000 US dollars for a Rolls-Royce, 10,000 US dollars for a Porsche 911, 5,000 US dollars for a Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
If you asked why they were so cheap, it was because these cars were all accident cars, carrying a Soul Ring.
The kind where if your Eight Characters were not robust and your fate not fierce enough, once you processed the ownership transfer and drove the car out, the previous owner would start competing with you for the steering wheel.
For such vehicles, the steering wheel had to be replaced with a peach wood one, and black dog blood had to be added to the windshield washer fluid,
or else even when Lam Ching-ying arrived, he would have to shake the bell, and even Zhong Kui would have to glare.
Sun Yan previously visited Friendship Car Shop to look at cars but felt his Eight Characters weren't strong enough and left with tears in his eyes.
But now things were different; with 20,000 US dollars, a Ghost Torturing Stick in his left pocket, and a General Sun Mask in his right pocket,
such a luxurious setup made conquering a Soul Ring Vehicle a cinch.
If the previous owner was sensible, Sun Yan would let it stay in the car, but if it was disrespectful, Sun Yan would let it know what it feels like to have soul and spirit scattered.
"We're here."
The police car stopped at the entrance of the car shop, by now it was already past two in the morning, yet the shop's main door was still open, its lights on.
"Thank you."
Sun Yan got out of the car and walked straight towards the car shop's main door.
Before he got close, he heard a series of complaints coming from inside.
"What's going on, this car is still not fixed; can you guys do your job? Am I paying you for nothing?"
"Boss, this car's eeriness isn't simple, it likely carries dozens of Soul Rings. It kept playing music even after we turned off the engine. This isn't a technical issue; you should find a Daoist."
"Damn it, where am I supposed to find a Daoist at this late hour? If I could find one, would I even need you? Hurry up and put all those yellow talismans and glutinous rice in the chassis. I want to see this car normally for sale in my shop by tomorrow morning, hear me?"
Listening to the complaints, Sun Yan pushed the door open and saw a group of people surrounding a Ford F-150 in a heated discussion.
As Sun Yan entered, someone heard the movement, and immediately, everyone turned to look at him.