Suzuki Shuichi was clearly no fool.
He did not trust my verbal agreement.
So he said directly,
"Words are useless. I need you to draw a talisman in blood and swear an oath to Heaven.
Otherwise, I will not tell you what happened that day."
In our line of work, boasting was fine, but you could not swear oaths lightly.
Because an oath carried "true spirit." If it was broken, karma would descend upon you.
At best, you would lose blessings. At worst, your lifespan would be shortened.
Seeing that he still had his wits about him, I did not hesitate. I directly took out a piece of yellow paper I carried with me.
I drew the Fish Bone Sword and, right in front of him, wiped my finger across its blade.
I let my finger pick up the blood on the Fish Bone Sword without actually cutting my flesh.
He was not stupid, and neither was I.
Who was afraid of playing mind games?
Anyway, I had not planned to let a single one of the onmyoji here go. In the end, they would all die.
Xiao Yu stood behind me. She showed no particular reaction when she saw what I was doing.
She merely watched quietly, without expression or movement.
Then, using my blood-stained finger, I drew an "Oath" talisman.
His eyes widened, and he said,
"I want to inspect your oath talisman."
This guy really was cautious.
I handed the talisman straight to him.
"That's right. It's an oath talisman."
After he confirmed it, I held the talisman and swore directly,
"I, Nine Corpse Daoist, swear that so long as Suzuki Shuichi tells me the truth about Lu Rou's death twenty-eight years ago, I will release all the Nine Chrysanthemum Onmyoji present.
If I break this oath,