An Yang watched through the image in the river, utterly dumbfounded.
Even though bleeding gums were indeed a very common occurrence for modern people, seeing someone turn it into such an ingenious method of shedding blood still filled him with astonishment.
The man on the bridge wiped his mouth, looked at An Yang, and waved the contract in his hand. "Is this okay now?"
"Give me the contract."
"Oh, right."
The man casually tossed the contract into the river.
Controlling the image to reach out, An Yang took the contract stained with the man's blood and saliva, wishing he could immediately wash it twice in the river.
"Song Qian..." He glanced at the name on the contract; the handwriting was actually quite neat.
"The contract is now established, but there are two things I must remind you of. If you want to gain rewards, you must first pay a price; if you want to stand higher than others, you must pay a heavier price than others. Also, since you have already signed the contract, many things are no longer up to you from now on. For instance, you must not mention what you have experienced to anyone, or the contract will strip away your life immediately. If you don't believe it, you are welcome to try."
"I understand." Song Qian answered with firm resolve, though everything he had just experienced gave him a constant feeling of having signed a contract with the devil.
The next second, the image in the river vanished, taking along the contract where he had just signed his name.
"Hey? Wait..."
Song Qian stood dazed on the bridge, shouting at the river like a madman.
A moment later, he turned his head to look at his hand; the pen he had used for signing earlier was