A dudou belonging to Zhao Ling'er from Chinese Paladin.
That was the information Lin Hao received.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
The ordinary fabric contained not the slightest trace of energy and had no special construction. It was just an ordinary dudou.
"That shouldn't be!" Lin Hao wore a resentful expression, like Xianglin's Wife possessed him. "Why... why did a little fairy wear ordinary clothes?"
"If not dragon scales or phoenix feathers, then at least give me some heavenly silkworm silk or holy spirit armor!"
The ordinary fabric contained no special energy. Aside from collecting it, it was worthless.
"Why didn't you bring something else?" Lin Hao's heart ached as if he had missed out on several hundred million. He vigorously kneaded Little Devil's round face. "If you'd brought her bell or jade pendant, I could've gotten spiritual power and switched to cultivating immortality."
"Wuwuwu... hehehe..."
Little Devil waved its tiny arms and vividly recounted the exciting scene it had just witnessed.
"A beautiful girl was bathing, and some creepy man was peeping on her?" Lin Hao more or less understood the plot.
"Did that beautiful girl look a lot like Xu Hongdou?"
"Who's Xu Hongdou? The one whose stockings you took last time!"
Little Devil thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sigh... you should've taken her bracelet!"
With a face full of regret, Lin Hao silently placed the dudou into the display cabinet, muttering from time to time, "She hasn't had children, so there aren't even any secretions on the dudou. If it were panties, maybe you could've brought back some of Nuwa's blood..."
"Remember, if you run into that beautiful girl again, go pull out one of her hairs." Lin Hao repeatedly emphasized.
"Uh, uh..." Little Devil nodded blankly.
The "lottery" continued. Perhaps its luck had been exhausted by getting something good on the first try; after that, it brought back nothing but junk. Other than letting Lin Hao know which worlds Little Devil had visited, it produced nothing useful.
Just as the energy was about to run out, Little Devil suddenly brought back an old-fashioned videotape.
Lin Hao took it and froze for a moment before revealing a strange smile.
"Hold on. Take out your parchment." Eager to try, Lin Hao walked over to a television and shoved the videotape into the VCR.
Little Devil did not understand, but it still took out its parchment.
Director Lin's little darling had two major functions. One was traveling through myriad worlds and bringing things back for him to absorb; the other was a common demon trick—contracting souls.
Little Devil possessed a roll of parchment: the Demon Contract. It could form contracts with living beings, after which Lin Hao could manipulate, control, or erase their souls. Naturally, he could also examine and alter their memories.
As everyone knew, signing a contract with a devil ended badly. Though it might look as if one gained something, the soul would thereafter be unable to reincarnate, equivalent to selling it to the devil.
Little Devil's contract worked the same way. As long as a living being pressed a handprint onto it, their soul would be bound by the contract from then on.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the target did so "voluntarily" and used blood as the medium. After all, the spirit of contracts had to be upheld in form.
However, "voluntary" could be active or passive.
Could a contract that did not exploit loopholes even be called a Demon Contract?
Back in China, Lin Hao had never contracted any souls, just as he had never revealed artificial human technology or cloning technology to Zheng Xian. Such methods were far too alarming, especially to those in power.
Now that he was in America, he naturally had no such scruples.
"Spread the parchment in front of the television, then throw your little fork onto it." Lin Hao instructed Little Devil, then stepped back a few paces with the remote control.
Little Devil obeyed, its face full of confusion.
Lin Hao turned on the television. At first, there was only static, then a gloomy forest appeared on the screen. An ancient well stood in the woods.
The dark visual style and eerie music made Little Devil's eyes light up.
This atmosphere was indeed much more exciting than its "hehehe" opening line!
So Little Devil immediately carried over the radio Lin Hao had specially prepared for it and recorded a new opening line.
When three people walk together, one must be my teacher. The sage had not deceived him.
After the eerie opening continued for a moment, a head with disheveled hair abruptly rose from the ancient well.
First came the head, then sharp, slender nails. Thin hands covered by a flimsy white garment pressed against the ground as she crawled out of the ancient well step by step.
Little Devil trembled all over and shrank behind Lin Hao in fright. Yet it could not suppress its curiosity, secretly poking out half its head for a glance before ducking back again.
Lin Hao, however, waited with the corners of his mouth refusing to stay down.
After the woman in white with disheveled hair crawled out of the ancient well and stood in the center of the screen, the camera suddenly zoomed in, framing her entire head within the television screen.
Then, in the next instant, something horrifying happened!
The woman who was clearly inside the television pierced through the screen with both hands, clawed at it, and squeezed her head out.
Just like when she crawled from the well, her hands first pressed against the ground, then her body slowly squeezed out bit by bit.
Unfortunately, a withered yellow parchment lay before the television, with a black fork weighing it down.
One of the woman in white's hands landed right on the fork. Little Devil's fork actually cut a wound into her spirit body, and bright, real blood flowed out, leaving an incomplete bloody handprint on the parchment in moments.
Complete or not, the parchment had already absorbed the blood.
The woman in white shuddered all over and straightened up as if electrocuted. Her eyes behind her loose hair were filled with confusion.
Who am I? Where am I? What did I do?
How could there be people like this in the world?
They set a trap for her—and actually succeeded!
"Hehehe, as long as you're bold enough, Sadako can go on maternity leave!" Lin Hao laughed.
Through the Demon Contract, he could already sense Sadako's soul and had successfully taken control of her.
That was right. The videotape Little Devil had brought back was the infamous Sadako videotape!
"Congratulations. You've become the first living being Little Devil has brought back." Lin Hao stepped forward, ignoring Sadako's danger.
The bewildered Sadako desperately wanted to unleash her supernatural powers on this man who did not fear death, but she discovered that she could not even form such a thought. This man was like a god, inviolable to her.
Sadako raised her head, her eyes behind her hair staring blankly at Lin Hao.
Lin Hao reached out and parted the hair from her forehead, revealing a pale but delicate face.
"Isn't she quite pretty?" Lin Hao reached out and touched Sadako's cheek. It felt icy cold.
Though she was a spirit body, the sensation was real.
When he had touched the videotape earlier, Lin Hao had copied its inherent "curse" ability, which could make someone die within seven days.
Unfortunately, every curse was a form of energy. In Sadako's world, this move was unbeatable, but in the Marvel world, many people could withstand that energy's impact.
It could not possibly be said that Sadako's curse could even kill a Great Luo Golden Immortal or a creator god, could it?
In other words, this ability could only kill people weaker than Lin Hao when used by him, and he would still have to wait seven days.
Lin Hao had thought he could copy Sadako's abilities by touching her as well. What he wanted most was the healing ability of the grown-up Sadako, along with intangibility and spatial travel. However, he discovered he could not exploit a bug; after all, the videotape was what Little Devil had brought back, while Sadako was merely a soul residing inside it.
"From now on, you'll follow me and keep doing your old job." Director Lin began assigning tasks. "When you encounter women, use your old routine. When you encounter men, you can switch roles..."
As he spoke, he turned on the computer and showed Sadako a CG animated film he had made himself. It featured an incomparably dashing woman in red.
He then took out the Evil-Warding Sword Manual that Little Devil had previously snatched back from Headmaster Yue and explained his new game to Sadako.
"I'll leave some seeds of Inner Force in your body and explain how to practice this sword technique. Whenever you encounter men in the future, you can use your supernatural powers to pass this sword technique on to them..."
American men should have their own supernatural powers.
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