Transaction

The White Faction examinees all thought they had misheard.

Bo Shuo added unhurriedly, "But I have one condition."

"You expect us to believe you?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Xu Ji Mo looked at Bo Shuo as if he were a madman. He plunged a large cleaver into the ground, and with a cracking sound of the earth splitting open, his rage was palpable.

"Do you remember what you've done?"

"Of course, I remember," Bo Shuo said with a poker face. "But since I'm here, I'm naturally confident I can make you agree to the deal."

The White Faction examinees below were already starting to feel numb.

They had never seen anyone so shameless, practically riding on their heads.

The White Faction examinees quietly looked up to assess Xu Ji Mo, expecting the unpredictable man to fly into a rage and attack.

But to their surprise, they noticed the anger on Xu Ji Mo's face slowly receding. He asked expressionlessly, "Oh? Then tell me."

He wanted to see what tricks Bo Shuo could pull.

"Did you notice? There's a clear bug in the Black Faction and White Faction tasks, or rather, the two tasks aren't actually contradictory. The Proctoring System just forcibly divided us into two factions."

"Not contradictory?" Xu Ji Mo frowned, his eyes clearly showing disapproval. "Are you joking? Tell me, how can the villagers' faction coexist peacefully with the female ghost's faction? They have a deep, bloody feud."

"Who says we have to take sides with either of them."

Bo Shuo spread his hands, his deep purple eyes flashing with amusement. He said slowly, "We never belong to any faction. As long as we can complete the task, we can belong to any faction."

The youth with black hair and a red robe stepped forward, stopping at a not-too-close distance from the White Faction examinees. His pale fingertips suddenly ignited a spark, and then he placed the prayer paper on the flame with one hand. Amidst everyone's tense expressions, he let out a light laugh.

"You have no choice."

After everyone had been completely fooled, Bo Shuo finally breathed a sigh of relief. His back was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the cold wind blew through it, chilling him to the bone.

His composed demeanor was all an act. Even those dramatic, cryptic lines were designed before he went on stage.

Whether he could actually threaten them depended on whether they knew other information.

For example, a sacrifice could be performed without a sacrifice manuscript, but its effectiveness would be reduced to one-third of the original.

Unfortunately, the White Faction didn't know this information and could only be manipulated by him.

Hiss, that was thrilling.

But for now, everything was going according to his script.

In a way, he was a genius.

Xu Ji Mo's voice suddenly came from behind. He had returned, or rather, he hadn't left at all.

"I sometimes really don't understand you, Bo Shuo."

Bo Shuo felt a chill crawl up his spine. He turned to look behind him and saw Xu Ji Mo standing at the corner.

The clear and handsome young man slowly uttered his name. His face, pale from the backlash of ghostly energy, was shrouded in gloom, making him appear more terrifying than any ferocious ghost.

Damn it... you're still here, kid.

Bo Shuo's back tensed. He forced himself to control his urge to turn and run, steadied himself, and retorted in a leisurely tone, "Is that so?"

"You're the same as me, a cold, unfeeling lunatic, yet you're pretending to be a good person." Xu Ji Mo raised his misty brown eyes, tightly gripping his cleaver, and looked at Bo Shuo with malice and mockery.

"You clearly don't care about anything, yet you're stirring up this mess. Why?"

Xu Ji Mo knew that Bo Shuo had already obtained the scores for the bonus question. In addition, he held the prayer paper, which could be a decisive factor in the faction war.

With Bo Shuo's ability, he could definitely pass the exam with high scores safely.

Yet, the young man before him hadn't done so.

Instead, he had approached the entire White Faction, taken control of everyone with the posture of a Savior, and claimed he would save them all.

This was completely beyond Xu Ji Mo's expectations.

He absolutely did not believe Bo Shuo was such a naive, saintly person.

"Perhaps you're mistaken. I really am a good person," Bo Shuo said.

Bo Shuo's words were sincere, but they didn't sound that way to Xu Ji Mo.

Seeing the obvious disbelief and mockery in the young man's eyes, Bo Shuo looked at him. "I told everyone to go to the designated location. Are you planning to tear up the contract directly?"

"How is this tearing up the contract? I'm waiting for you."

Xu Ji Mo put his cleaver into his storage space, tilted his head to look at Bo Shuo, and said in a syrupy voice, using the same address as Sang Yu, "Mr. Bo."

The moment he said "Mr. Bo," Bo Shuo's arms broke out in goosebumps.

It felt as if a venomous snake had coiled around his chest, constricting him and draining the last bit of oxygen, making him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

The final development was undoubtedly not what Bo Shuo wanted.

On the way to the Village Chief's house, Bo Shuo turned his head slightly and saw Xu Ji Mo slowly following him. He felt a chill down his spine.

Damn it, I'm really afraid this lunatic will take a dislike to me and stab me in the back.