Wumu let out a strange cry of fright. A massive dog's snout forcefully squeezed through the ventilation hatch, filling the narrow opening completely. He shrieked at the top of his lungs, "Fine, old Daoist, you win! I can become this little fellow's servant, I can become his follower! But, little fellow, you have to promise me that you won't deliberately torment me or intentionally damage my interests, right?"
Yin Xuege rose onto his tiptoes and gently touched Wumu's nose. Five streaks of blood suddenly shot from his fingers, and he viciously raked Wumu's nose with his claws, tearing five deep wounds across it. As blood sprayed everywhere, Wumu let out a shrill scream, while Yin Xuege barked coldly, "Lord Wumu, if you want to waste time, you've already succeeded!"
"People from Great Berlin City-State could discover the disturbance here at any moment. I don't want to be surrounded by their heavy forces and then thrown into a prison!" Yin Xuege scolded impatiently. "Do you have any room to choose now? Become my follower and fight for me. You have no other choice!"
"Damn, damn it!" Wumu cursed furiously. "Yin Xuege, you're just like that perverted mother of yours—turning on people and denying them the moment things change! Bastard, I knew it! How could the son of that madwoman possibly be a good person?"
Jiang Tuochen impatiently raised the Azure Steel Sword in his hand. Just as Yin Xuege had said, the disturbance in the Blood Prison could be discovered at any moment, and he could not waste too much time here. After all, the Jiang Clan still needed the local powers in Great Berlin City-State to help them with something this time. He could not let the people of Great Berlin City-State learn that members of the Jiang Clan had rescued a notorious Blood Prison convict.
Feeling a thread of grim, chilling killing intent from the Azure Steel Sword, Wumu hurriedly shouted, "I swear! I'll offer my Essence Blood right now! Damn it, can't you act like gentlemen? Fine, fine, I'm willing to become this little fellow's follower. I'll tear everyone who opposes him into shreds, and I'll gnaw their heads off!"
A thumb-sized drop of blood, shrouded in a faint silver radiance, spurted from Wumu's mouth.
Jiang Tuochen chanted an incantation in a low voice, bit his own finger, and rapidly wrote nine talismans in succession through the air. The nine blood talismans shone brilliantly before swiftly sinking into the Essence Blood Wumu had offered. They drew the drop of blood into the form of a lifelike, thumb-sized silver wolf's head, which then gave a low howl and rapidly plunged into the center of Yin Xuege's brow.
Yin Xuege sensed a powerful soul suddenly connect with his own. That soul was more than a hundred times stronger than Yin Xuege was at that moment, yet he could feel that with a single thought, he could make it scatter into ashes and vanish into thin air!
No matter how miserable Wumu felt or what he thought inside, he had already become Yin Xuege's man! He was not merely a follower. With his soul's life and death completely under Yin Xuege's control, Wumu had actually become Yin Xuege's Blood Servant!
The so-called follower was merely a fig leaf for Wumu, allowing him to preserve a sliver of dignity and face.
"Now, can you let me out?" Wumu's tone became very strange, pitifully plaintive yet threaded with an indescribable ferocity. His teeth clacked together, and even tiny sparks sprayed from his mouth—the sparks produced when his teeth rubbed and struck against one another!
Jiang Tuochen smiled and nodded. Two paper men dragged the jailer over and quickly opened Wumu's cell door.
A deep wolf howl rang out. Wumu, over three meters tall and covered from head to toe in silver fur like a gigantic wolf walking upright, charged out of the cell with dozens of afterimages trailing behind him. Swift as lightning, he leaped onto the tunnel wall. His body ran back and forth across it, parallel to the ground, more than a dozen times before he landed beside Yin Xuege in utter delight and slammed a claw onto Yin Xuege's shoulder.
His sickly green eyes stared fixedly at Yin Xuege for a while. Wumu smacked his lips, then helplessly licked the bridge of his nose with his long tongue.
"Fine, fine, a mere Sunwalker? Lord Wumu isn't taking too much of a loss! Let's get out of here quickly. Lord Wumu has been imprisoned here for twenty-five years. I can't wait to go outside and breathe the free air!"
Wumu vigorously shook Yin Xuege's slender frame and grinned broadly, baring his teeth.
"Then, Young Master Yin Xuege, from now on, you'll be responsible for all of Lord Wumu's food, drink, and other needs? Don't worry. Lord Wumu isn't a person of extravagant excess. I'm very frugal, very simple, very self-disciplined. I won't place too much financial pressure on you!"
Wumu laughed smugly. When he reached the height of his glee, he could not help throwing back his head and letting out a long howl.
Jiang Tuochen glanced over Wumu's towering body, then his brows faintly creased. Wumu's strength had exceeded his expectations. This big wolf, who was foul-mouthed and looked somewhat unreliable, had actually reached such a level?
"Kill everyone on this level of the Blood Prison. Leave no witnesses. Quickly!" Jiang Tuochen sized up Wumu before issuing the order to silence them all.
Furious screams erupted simultaneously from dozens of cells. The prisoners held on this level of the Blood Prison were all the most dangerous and vicious criminals. When Jiang Tuochen ordered their extermination, they panicked and began roaring, shouting, and hurling curses.
Amid the countless curses, a withered, pale arm suddenly reached out from the cell beside Yin Xuege's. Its owner called out to Yin Xuege in a hoarse, low voice.
"Hey, Juvenile of the Yin Clan, have these Easterners let me out! It won't take them much time. They still have enough time to release me! As payment, I can bestow upon you three drops of my Essence Blood! I'm a powerful Blood Demon Duke. You should know what a duke's Essence Blood means to a juvenile!"
Yin Xuege's body suddenly shuddered, and he instinctively looked toward that withered, pale arm.
The Essence Blood of a Blood Demon Duke?
No Blood Demon juvenile could refuse such temptation. Not even Yin Xuege—not even Yin Xuege, who was desperate to escape the Blood Prison—could refuse such temptation!
"Three drops? No. If you're willing to offer more, swear that you absolutely won't come after me for trouble afterward, and swear that you absolutely won't disclose this matter by any means, then I can agree to your request!"
Yin Xuege's entire eyeballs turned blood-red, and his heart began pounding violently.
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