Running A Cemetery in North America-Chapter 480 - 327: The Only Immortal of the End of Dharma Era (Grand Finale) (6)

"It's an immortal!" Sun Yan exclaimed.

Following Zhu Tianlin, he unexpectedly discovered a second immortal corpse in North America.

Moreover, this immortal's corpse is particularly different, as it is something that descended from the sky.

This inevitably reminded Sun Yan of the situation that occurred on the Taiyin Star.

He had just resolved the issue on the Taiyin Star, and now an immortal corpse has fallen from the sky.

It's hard not to wonder if there might be some connection between the two.

So, Sun Yan hurriedly typed in the group chat to inquire.

[Jackson (Gospel Town Cemetery Manager)]: May I know your location? I would like to visit, is that convenient?

[Madman Huang (Slaughterhouse Butcher)]: Very convenient. If you want to come, just call me then.

[Jackson (Gospel Town Cemetery Manager)]: Alright.

After confirming with Madman Huang, Sun Yan turned his car around and followed the navigation direction provided by Madman Huang.

Jason's Slaughterhouse, a very famous animal slaughterhouse in California.

Because in recent years it often faced resistance from animal protection groups, it gained some attention online.

When Sun Yan drove to the slaughterhouse entrance, he was hit by a strong smell of blood.

A large amount of animal fur and innards were piled in batches in collection bins, waiting to be disposed of by specialists.

Sun Yan walked through the slaughterhouse gate and called Madman Huang.

Soon a burly, at least 2-meter-tall, Asian man walked out from the slaughterhouse.

He was only wearing an apron, covered in grease, looking very much like a professional butcher.

"Jackson?" the man asked Sun Yan.

"It's me, Master Huang."

"Come with me. To avoid scaring people, that thing has been put away. If you weren't from the Folklore Association, I wouldn't even bring you to see it. I must say, this thing has a rather sinister aura. I don't know its origin, but there's definitely something eerie about it. You should be cautious."

Master Huang, quite warm-hearted, led Sun Yan all the way to a warehouse within the slaughterhouse.

Once the rusty iron door was opened, the corpse lay on the ground.

"Can you tell where this thing is from? I always felt it was unusual," Master Huang said, clicking his tongue.

Sun Yan nodded, "Indeed, it's not simple. It's best to bury it underground for suppression. Master Huang, would you name a price, so I can take this corpse back and keep it at my cemetery for safety."

"Suppression, huh? I suppose it makes some sense. Let's say you can give ten thousand dollars for it. Just the sword on the chest of this corpse looks like it's worth quite a bit, so this price should be reasonable, right?" Master Huang scratched his head, then spoke with a sincere expression.

For Sun Yan now, money holds no meaning; it's just a number.

If he wanted, not only ten thousand, but even a billion would be no problem.

The key is whether the purchased item is valuable.

For an immortal corpse, let alone ten thousand, buying it for a billion is quite a worthwhile transaction. Naturally, there's no hesitation.

Under normal circumstances, if this item were discovered by research institutes globally, they would likely scramble for it.

But now, Sun Yan got it for ten thousand dollars, quite the bargain.

Sun Yan promptly agreed, "Alright, that's the price. I'll take it away now. Master Huang, could you find some fabric to wrap it up?"

"Sure, no problem. Give me a moment."

After some work, Sun Yan loaded the immortal corpse into his car, nodded to Master Huang, and then politely took his leave.

As Sun Yan's car gradually disappeared from view,

Master Huang's previously sincere expression turned into a sly grin, and he chuckled to himself in satisfaction, "I really hit the jackpot this time."

Earlier that morning, a nearby white man had brought the fallen corpse to the slaughterhouse.

At that time, there were actually two swords embedded in the corpse. Master Huang took one and concealed the matter.

Unexpectedly, this careless act ended up earning him an unexpected fortune.

Back in his resting room, Master Huang picked up a long sword lying on the table.

Unlike the broken sword still in the chest of the immortal's corpse, this sword was intact and appeared to be of exceptional material.

This was precisely why Master Huang had the impulse to hide it.

In these economically challenging times, it's best to earn some extra money when possible.

This sword, in perfect condition, would be good to sell separately.

If he found a wealthy collector, it might fetch a high price, perhaps even bringing him sudden wealth.

"The work of an exorcist is becoming harder these days. Achieving financial freedom and retiring early is the sensible path." Master Huang said wistfully, caressing the blade.

Just as he finished speaking, a red light suddenly flashed across the blade.

In the moment Master Huang met its gaze, a red thread appeared in his eyes.

His expression gradually turned dazed, as if he had lost his soul.

"I'm back. I finally came back..."

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Upon returning to the Gospel Town Cemetery, the first thing Sun Yan did was pull out the broken sword from the chest of the immortal corpse.

Flicking his finger along it, the blade emitted a pleasant ringing sound.

"This magical artifact is truly remarkable in quality, but unfortunately, it's broken. Otherwise, it could be more useful."