He could understand English perfectly well; the original owner had lived in the Big Apple since childhood and was well aware of certain sensitive words and phrases.

Americans look down on Chinese people, but he looked down on Americans even more!

In his era, these Americans were nothing more than the Gui Fang used as sacrificial offerings.

Mike was also quite embarrassed.

However, he didn’t show any sign of apology.

“Mary, hurry up and bring Annie back, breakfast is getting cold.”

Mike pretended nothing had happened, walked over to Maria, and took Annie from her arms.

From beginning to end, he didn’t look at Chris even once, as if Chris didn’t exist at all.

“Mike, how could you be like this?”

Mike shrugged and lowered his voice: “Let’s go back, why bother with him? These Chinese won’t dare say anything.”

“Hey!”

At that moment, Chris suddenly shouted.

Mike turned his head and saw Chris stride over to a low tree stump in the yard.

This stump had once been a large tree that took an adult to encircle. Later, because it blocked the sunlight, Miles Foster had someone cut it down.

The stump was nearly as tall as a person. Chris struck it with a punch—wood chips flew everywhere. The thick stump was smashed to pieces by Chris’s single blow, now only half as tall as before.

Mike had personally seen Miles Foster have the tree cut down, so he knew the stump was real.

He couldn’t help but gape at Chris.

Meanwhile, Maria kept calling out softly: 麦疙瘩, 麦疙瘩!

“拆你死空腹, 拆你死空腹.”

Annie was still young and didn’t understand what Mike meant, so she kept shouting in delight.

Chris pointed at Mike, then at Annie.

“This is the first time!”

After speaking, he clenched his right fist and drew his thumb across his neck.

The meaning was clear: This is the first time—on account of Annie, I’ll let it go. Next time, I’ll kill you!

Mike’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

“Chris, I’m really sorry.”

Maria also understood what Chris meant and quickly apologized again.

Chris smiled at her, then waved at Annie, and turned to go back inside.

As soon as the door closed, he immediately bared his teeth, sucked in a breath, and kept rubbing his palm.

That punch just now had used up most of the spiritual energy in his body. Although he smashed the stump, his palm was still red and swollen.

Damn, this can’t go on!

He had to speed up his cultivation and quickly find a way to gather spiritual energy.

But in this world, he couldn’t sense any spiritual energy at all—how was he supposed to gather it? That was indeed a problem.

If the little bit of spiritual energy in his body ran out, even simple spells like 招弭 would be hard to perform.

……

Chapter 4 Adam

Chris stood at the second-floor window, looking outside.

Mike, flustered, ran out of the house, got in his car, and sped away.

Maria held Annie and looked around at the door. Suddenly, she turned her head, gave Chris an awkward smile, nodded at him, and went back inside.

Chris’s face was expressionless as he snorted.

He was very uncomfortable!

Even though, through the original owner’s memories, he knew this phenomenon was very common and not an isolated case, he still couldn’t let it go.

He had once been a high and mighty Shinto priest, a guest of noble families—when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Westerners were nothing but the remnants of the Gui Fang.

And in his era, what were the Gui Fang people?

Nothing but sacrificial offerings.

He turned back to his desk, put the notebook back in the safe, and restored the bookshelf.

He took a shower, then found a set of clothes in the bedroom to change into.

Although the original owner didn’t often stay here, Miles Foster had always kept his belongings, including clothes.

Going downstairs, Chris was about to head out.

Just then, the door was suddenly knocked.

“Bruno?”

Chris opened the door to see a man about 175 cm tall, slightly overweight, with a somewhat dark complexion—probably with some African ancestry—and a woman in her thirties with distinct Latin features.

The man was named Bruno, an employee at Miles Foster’s funeral home.

The woman was Mia, who also worked at the funeral home and was a licensed mortician.

She was about 170 cm tall, wearing a yellow floral dress, with a tall, slender figure.

Especially those long legs—even though only half were visible, they looked even more slender and sexy.

“Chris, hope we’re not disturbing you.”

“Uh, I was just about to go out to find something to eat… is something up?”

“Yes, there’s something.”

Chris was not unfamiliar with the two of them.

They were old employees of his family. Before he went to college, both had worked at the funeral home and often greeted Chris.

After the accident, Mia and Bruno had visited him in the hospital.

Especially in the days right after Chris woke up, he was well taken care of by them.

And when Chris was discharged yesterday, it was Bruno who picked him up and brought him home safely.

“Come in and let’s talk.”

Chris smiled and stepped aside, inviting them in.