When Sun Yan drove the car into the graveyard, Yang Shengsi got out from the passenger seat and looked at Sun Yan's graveyard, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.
"Does your place have any offerings to the deities?" Yang Shengsi hurriedly asked.
"Yes, of course. If you have nowhere to go during this time, stay at my place; those who want to harm you won't gain any advantage here." Sun Yan calmly said as he walked into the main house.
Just as Yang Shengsi was about to follow him into the main house, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the door, arms crossed, blocking Yang Shengsi's path.
The figure wore a white robe with silver armor, a battle skirt hung at the waist with a golden axe, the Celestial Eye on the forehead exuded authority—it was indeed Erlang Xiansheng Monarch.
"Who?" Yang Shengsi was startled and quickly jumped back, the branches on his body also swinging defensively.
