Daily Task [Tombstone Cleanliness Maintenance]
Task Difficulty: ☆
Task Description: The tombstones in the graveyard are exposed under the sky, inevitably getting bird droppings from passing birds. To ensure the tombstones remain clean, please wash them all.
Task Requirements: Complete the cleaning of bird droppings from the tombstones.
Task Reward: Inner Cleanse Herbal Tea (1kg)
In the graveyard, a busy figure carried a bucket, wiping the tombstones with a cloth. Even though Sun Yan wore a sunhat, it was of no use against today's intense sunlight, unable to stop sweat from streaming down his forehead and neck.
"Damn it, can't you come up with tasks that aren't so grueling? They're tombstones, why do they need to be kept so clean?"
Reaching out to wipe the last bit of bird droppings from a tombstone, Sun Yan straightened his back, angrily muttering.
The clean water he had fetched in the bucket had now become completely murky and black as ink, proof of how hard Sun Yan had worked today.
'Task Completed'
'Item Reward: Inner Cleanse Herbal Tea (1kg)'
'Automatically placed in the graveyard master's residence, can be checked anytime'
"If there's another grueling daily task like this, I won't do it. I didn't gain much benefit, just sweated out a stink."
Picking up the bucket and heading back to the main residence, just as Sun Yan was about to walk inside, he heard a powerful roaring of a sports car coming from the front courtyard.
A smile appeared on his face immediately: "A wealthy patron is here; looks like I can make a fortune this time."
"Sun Yan! Sun Yan!"
As the red Ferrari stopped at the graveyard entrance, Chen Xing swiftly got out of the car, hurriedly running toward the main residence and shouting.
This address was left by Sun Yan on the phone yesterday, and Chen Xing never thought he'd actually have to use it. But the strange occurrences happening to him shattered his confidence.
These were surely not issues a doctor could resolve, and in panic, he could only grab onto Sun Yan as a lifeline, treating it as a desperate attempt for salvation.
"Over here."
Sun Yan opened the door, eying the obviously troubled Chen Xing.
Gone was the flamboyant, meticulously dressed Chen Xing from before. Today, he completely looked different.
Not only was his hair a mess and clothes untidy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were ashen, looking poisoned.
"You said you can perform exorcism, quickly help me figure out what's wrong with me. After drinking at the bar that night, I've felt off with my body."
Chen Xing hurried towards Sun Yan, and just when there were a few steps left between them, his expression turned horrified, and he strangled his own neck with both hands.
But that had no effect; he abruptly bent over and started vomiting in front of Sun Yan.
Black foliage spewed out from his mouth, quickly forming a large puddle on the ground.
The stench of blood and sour stomach contents hit, making Sun Yan silently furrow his brows, looking quite surprised.
From Chen Xing's mouth, what emerged was surprisingly full of live maggots, wriggling desperately.
"Ugh!"
Before Chen Xing could wipe his mouth, he vomited several more times consecutively, nearly bringing his stomach out at the end.
"You have quite a problem." Sun Yan examined for a while, speaking sternly.
According to the Mountain Chasing Manual, Chen Xing was likely cursed by someone with Black Magic.
Black Magic is an evil art where a Black Magic Master can remotely curse someone, as long as they have the person's hair and birthdate, making them suffer unknowingly.
This kind of evil art is primarily found in Southeast Asia (South Seas), and there are claims it originated from India. Legends say during the Great Tang era, Master Tang Sanzang went to India for Buddhist teachings and scripture, accidentally dropping his texts into a river on the way back.
While retrieved were the Mahayana Buddhism scriptures, the Theravada Buddhism 'Chants' were carried downstream to Siam, where locals salvaged them and interpreted the Black Magic.
Some say the 'Chants' flowed to Yunnan Province back then, discovered by local Daoists who founded Maoshan Dao, regarding Black Magic as one of Maoshan's spells. Later, Maoshan Black Magic was learned by South Seas people, gradually forming the group of Black Magic Masters.
"Help me, I'll pay any amount."
Chen Xing painfully reached out to Sun Yan for mercy. The agony in his belly was unbearable, as if countless bugs were gnawing at his organs and chomping down his blood vessels.
Approaching Chen Xing, Sun Yan clutched his chin, lifting his upper eyelid with a finger to reveal his eyeball.
In Chen Xing's pupil, a bizarre vertical black line was present at the top, confirming Sun Yan's suspicion: "Looks like I'm right; you've been cursed with Black Magic."
"Black Magic? What's that?" Chen Xing hurriedly asked.
"Think of it as an illness, but one that can kill you."
Sun Yan withdrew his hands and patted: "This evil art is usually prevalent in South Seas. I guess you offended someone during your Southeast Asia trip. Think carefully, did you have any conflict with locals, or did anyone pull your hair?"
"I don't know, I can't remember, hey just don't talk about useless things, is there any way to save me? I'll pay you, any amount."
Chen Xing grabbed Sun Yan's arm urgently, asking: "Fifty thousand! Is fifty thousand US dollars enough?"
Recently, he's been suffering from inexplicable headaches, as if a thousand needles were piercing his brain, along with gut-wrenching pain, vomiting maggots. Continuing like this, Chen Xing genuinely felt he might go mad.
He was young, incredibly handsome, capable of wooing countless wealthy women to spend on him. His life of luxury and prosperity hadn't been fully enjoyed, how could he be willing to die?
"Deal, but according to my sect's rules, payment comes first for matters like this." Sun Yan's eyes lit up, rubbing his fingers.
Looks like he underestimated the profitability of helping people with exorcism before; it truly was a well-paying iron rice bowl job.
In this world, there's always someone suffering from evil spirits and arts, willing to pay any cost for a normal life, spending money naturally isn't an issue.
Much like those who enjoy burning incense and praying at temples, spending money just for peace of mind.
"Wait a moment."
Chen Xing swiftly went back to the Ferrari, fetching an LV bag to toss to Sun Yan: "There's over fifty thousand US dollars inside, take the bag too. Hurry and exorcise for me."
After confirming the amount upon receiving the LV bag, Sun Yan waved his hand: "Come in and sit first, I'll prepare the ritual."
Regarding the Black Magic on Chen Xing, Sun Yan had three methods up his sleeve.
First, try a magical artifact, then pray to True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao. If those don't work, inviting General Sun for assistance will be a last resort.
Such a rare lucrative deal, Sun Yan would do anything to secure this transaction.
While passing by the living room table, Sun Yan suddenly noticed a new tea canister that wasn't there before.
This should be the reward from completing today's daily task.
"Inner Cleanse Herbal Tea?"
An idea struck Sun Yan's mind, and he turned, mischievously eyeing Chen Xing, already seated and resting on the sofa.