Transaction

The candidates of the White Faction all thought they had misheard.

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

"You think we'll believe you?"

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Xu Ji Mo looked at Bo Shuo as if he were looking at a madman. He thrust a massive cleaver straight into the ground, and with the crunch of the earth splitting open, his anger was evident.

"Do you still remember everything you've done?"

"Of course I do," Bo Shuo said, his expression unchanged. "But since I came here, I naturally have the confidence to make you agree to the trade."

The White Faction candidates down below were already vaguely numb.

It was their first time seeing someone so shameless, practically riding right over their heads.

The White Faction candidates quietly raised their heads to size up Xu Ji Mo, assuming this volatile person would get angry and resort to violence.

Yet unexpectedly, they noticed the anger on Xu Ji Mo's face slowly recede, and he asked with a blank expression:

"Oh, then tell me."

He wanted to see what kind of tricks Bo Shuo could pull.

"Have you noticed? There's an obvious bug in the tasks of the Black Faction and the White Faction, or rather, the two tasks don't actually contradict each other; it's just that the Proctoring System forcibly divided us into two factions."

"Not contradictory?" Xu Ji Mo frowned, his eyes carrying blatant disapproval. "Are you joking? Tell me how the villagers' faction is supposed to coexist peacefully with the female ghost's faction when there's a blood feud between them."

"Who said we have to join either of their stances."

Bo Shuo spread his hands, a flash of amusement crossing his deep purple eyes, and said deliberately:

"We never belonged to either side. As long as we can complete the task, we can also belong to any side."

The Black Haired Red Robed Youth stepped forward two paces, standing at a moderate distance from the White Faction candidates. His pale fingertips suddenly sparked with fire, and then he held the Prayer Paper in one hand over the flame, chuckling softly amid everyone's tense expressions:

* "You have no other choice."

*

By the time everyone was completely duped, Bo Shuo finally breathed a sigh of relief. A thin layer of sweat covered his back, and when the cold wind blew past, it chilled him to the bone.

His poised and confident state had, of course, been an act, and even those chūnibyou Riddler lines had been designed before he went on stage.

As for whether he could threaten them, he could only test the waters to see if they knew any other information.

For instance, the sacrifice could still be performed even without the sacrificial manuscript, only the effect would be weakened to one-third of the original.

Unfortunately, the people of the White Faction didn't know this information and could only let him fool them.

Tsk, that was thrilling.

However, everything was now following the script he had written.

To a certain extent, he could also be considered a genius.

The sound of Xu Ji Mo suddenly came from behind; he had turned back, or rather, he hadn't left at all.

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

Bo Shuo felt a creeping chill and turned his head to look back, only to see Xu Ji Mo's figure standing at the corner.

The delicate and clean teenager slowly read out his name. His face, rendered completely pale by the backlash of Ghost Qi, held a gloomy expression that made him look even more terrifying than those ferocious Fierce Ghosts.

Shit... you punk haven't left yet.

Bo Shuo's spine stiffened, and he forcibly tamed his legs which wanted to turn and run. He steadied himself and asked in a leisurely tone, "Is that so?"

"Clearly a madman like me, cold and devoid of emotion, yet you're putting on a hypocritical act of playing the good guy." Xu Ji Mo raised that pair of misty brown eyes, gripping his cleaver tightly, and looked at Bo Shuo full of malice and derision.

"You clearly don't care about anything, yet you deliberately meddle in this muddy water. Why is that?"

Xu Ji Mo naturally knew that Bo Shuo had already obtained the score for the bonus question, and besides that, he still had the Prayer Paper in his hands, which could play a decisive factor in the Faction War.

With Bo Shuo's ability, he could certainly pass the exam smoothly with a high score.

Yet the youth before him had not done so.

Instead, he approached the entire White Faction, took control of everyone with the posture of a savior, and even offered to save everyone.

This completely exceeded Xu Ji Mo's expectations.

He didn't believe for a second that Bo Shuo was this kind of naive Saint Mother.

"Perhaps you've misunderstood, I really am a good person," Bo Shuo said.

Bo Shuo's words were very sincere, but to Xu Ji Mo's ears, it was a completely different story.

Seeing the blatant disbelief and mockery from the youth before him, Bo Shuo looked at him. "I remember telling everyone to go to the designated location. Are you planning to tear up the agreement right now?"

"How can this be considered tearing up the agreement? I've been waiting for you, after all."

The cleaver in Xu Ji Mo's hand was stowed away into his storage space. He tilted his head to look at Bo Shuo, his voice cloying, and addressed him using Sang Yu's form of address: "Mr. Bo."

The moment that Mr. Bo dropped, goosebumps broke out all over Bo Shuo's arms.

It felt as though an entire venomous snake was coiled tightly around his chest, restraining him and squeezing out the only oxygen left in his lungs, making him feel as though he was facing a formidable enemy.

The final development was undoubtedly what Bo Shuo didn't want to see.

On the way to the Village Chief's house, Bo Shuo tilted his head slightly and saw Xu Ji Mo slowly following right beside him, feeling a chill run down his back.

Damn it, he was really afraid that this madman would find him an eyesore and suddenly knife him in the back.