Inside this so-called Yin-Yang Ghost Pact was a whole load of indisputable ghost nonsense.
But one section was particularly crucial.
"I voluntarily and unconditionally transfer the shop..."
What followed were the signature and date. Did they take me for some brain-dead idiot?
Anyone who could read wouldn't be fooled by something so straightforward.
Did they really think I would sign this so-called Yin-Yang Ghost Pact?
Not even an idiot would sign it. The contract was so poorly written, it was worse than something a used-car dealer would come up with.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, and a speechless, mocking smile curled across my face.
Seeing me smile, the black-clad female ghost standing opposite me spoke again.
"Shopkeeper, as long as you sign it, you can cooperate with our Black Bamboo Mountain.
"At that time, you will have an endless supply of yin longevity.
"You will also receive the protection of our Black Bamboo Mountain.
"We even have the ability to let you enter the legendary Carefree Tower."
Her promises were getting bigger and bigger. Now she had even brought up the Carefree Tower. If she kept talking, even the Great Fiend of the Nine Corpse Tower would probably turn out to be one of her connections.
What was especially idiotic was this Yin-Yang Ghost Pact.
This was a blatant attempt to get something for nothing. Even if she had taken a few more looks at the business contracts between us living people, she would know to write down both parties' stakes, the risks and responsibilities each had to bear, and the benefits involved.
But the ghost pact this female ghost had brought not only sought to get something for nothing, it even wanted to seize my entire Yin-Longevity Ghost Shop outright.
Looking at it from that angle, this black-clad