Subduing the First Ghost

"How about you follow me?"

Xin Yang felt that this ghost's abilities were quite good. Moreover, he had not obtained any of this ghost's abilities, which gave him the idea of subduing the Burial Temple Ghost.

"Don't you ghosts have a kind of enslavement contract?" Xin Yang asked.

During his first month in this world, Xin Yang had learned about ghost contracts online.

Normally, most contracts between humans and ghosts were equal contracts. It was equivalent to hiring a ghost, then paying with lifespan, ghost coins, or other ghost-related items in exchange for the ghost helping you fight.

Whether a ghost that had signed an equal contract with a human would help still depended on its mood and whether the price offered was sufficient. If it did not want to help, there was nothing you could do about it.

Xin Yang's gaze flickered, and a smile curled across his lips as he looked at the Burial Temple Ghost and voiced his thoughts. "Sign that kind of enslavement contract with me!"

An enslavement contract, as the name implied, meant that once a ghost signed it, it completely became a human's possession. Its life and death were entirely in the hands of the human who signed the contract.

According to statistics, from the resurrection of ghost energy on the Eerie Continent until Xin Yang arrived in this world, no fewer than three billion ghosts had signed equal contracts with humans.

These ghosts had also played no small role in helping resist the ghost world...

Yet fewer than twenty thousand ghosts had signed enslavement contracts with humans...

What did that mean? It meant that only one in tens of thousands of ghosts would sign an enslavement contract with a human.

So the moment Xin Yang spoke, the Burial Temple Ghost froze in astonishment.

"My lord, you aren't toying with me, are you?"

"Why would I toy with you?" Xin Yang glared at the Burial Temple Ghost and said seriously.

"I'm afraid I cannot comply."

The Burial Temple Ghost could not understand why this human kept forcing it again and again.

Since he refused a toast only to drink a forfeit.

Then it could not be blamed.

The temple doors slammed shut, and black mist spread once more...

The Burial Temple Ghost had already discovered that although this human could revive, he had no way of breaking free from the temple's confinement.

"Why force me to do this? Sigh..." Xin Yang's expression gradually turned grave.

He understood that he had to use the cursed ability, Drought Demon Form.

He needed to make this Burial Temple Ghost suffer a little...

[Activating SSR cursed ability: Drought Demon Form]

[One month of lifespan deducted]

[Once ghost energy is depleted, maintaining Drought Demon Form for one second will cost one day of lifespan]

After activating Drought Demon Form, Xin Yang instantly transformed into a Drought Demon. Ghostly flames coiled around him, and the blood-black muscles covering his body seemed to contain endless power.

A violent, bloodthirsty, frenzied emotion surged up from the depths of his heart.

He immediately sensed the Burial Temple Ghost's location within the black mist and appeared before it in an instant. Before the Burial Temple Ghost could react, he slapped it across the face.

Xin Yang's slap directly inflicted severe injuries on the Burial Temple Ghost.

Fear. Despair.

An oppressive atmosphere unknowingly spread through the Burial Temple Ghost's heart. Its eyes widened as it collapsed to the ground, badly wounded.

Even some of the green roof tiles fell from the temple roof.

In just a few seconds, Xin Yang had already given it too many shocks. But the most outrageous thing was that a single slap had severely injured it.

Xin Yang walked up to the Burial Temple Ghost, planted one foot on its neck, and asked in a deep, muffled voice:

"I'll... ask you... one last time... sign or die..."

The fury in Xin Yang's heart continued to grow. If the Burial Temple Ghost refused to sign the contract, he would kill it without hesitation.

The Burial Temple Ghost could feel the terrifying strength contained in Xin Yang's leg against its neck.

It understood that this human truly might kill it.

"I am willing to sign a contract with you, my lord."

"I will follow your lead and serve you faithfully."

A faint smile appeared on Xin Yang's lips as his unceasing rage subsided. There was even a trace of approval in the way he looked at the Burial Temple Ghost.

He removed his foot from the Burial Temple Ghost's neck.

"It would've been better if you'd done this sooner... Get up..."

As he spoke, Xin Yang directly hauled the Burial Temple Ghost to its feet.

"Hurry up and form the contract. Once it's signed, we'll be family."

Xin Yang did not immediately deactivate Drought Demon Form simply because the Burial Temple Ghost had agreed to sign an enslavement contract.

It was not only to intimidate it. If this Burial Temple Ghost harbored any ill intentions or tried to run, he would immediately execute it.

Only after being hauled up did the Burial Temple Ghost clearly see Xin Yang's current appearance.

"My lord, you are... You are from the Drought Demon Clan?"

"My lord, if you had told me earlier that you were a Drought Demon, I would have signed a contract with you long ago," the Burial Temple Ghost said tremblingly.

"Stop talking nonsense and get the contract out already."

Xin Yang did not want to waste time arguing with the Burial Temple Ghost. His ghost energy was nearly depleted, and once it ran out, he would have to spend lifespan to maintain Drought Demon Form.

That was all lifespan!

Saving even a little was worthwhile.

So he hurriedly urged the Burial Temple Ghost to produce the contract.

Ghostly energy began to stir around the Burial Temple Ghost.

Rows of symbols Xin Yang could not understand appeared across the temple floor.

The blood-red writing looked extremely eerie.

Finally, an image of the Burial Temple Ghost appeared amid the rows of ghostly characters.

"My lord, you may sign the contract now..."

"How do I sign it?"

The Burial Temple Ghost was slightly surprised, but it still answered quickly.

"My lord, you only need to drip your blood onto the contract."

Using the sharp nails of his Drought Demon Form, Xin Yang cut open the palm of his right hand.

Blood trickled down his fingers and fell onto the words on the ground.

The ghostly characters on the floor shone with brilliant blood-red light.

[You have signed an enslavement contract with the Burial Temple Ghost]

[You may freely control the Burial Temple Ghost's ghost source]

After confirming that the contract had been signed, Xin Yang immediately deactivated Drought Demon Form.

[Drought Demon Form has been deactivated]

[Lifespan consumed: 47 days]

Dragging its severely injured body, the Burial Temple Ghost came before Xin Yang and knelt in worship.

"This old servant greets Master."

Xin Yang frowned slightly. "Don't call me Master. It feels weird having a male ghost call me Master."

"Then may I call you Lord?"

"Yes." Xin Yang nodded.

"This old servant has something he does not understand. May Lord enlighten this old servant?"

"Speak..."

"Lord, how were you able to enter this world?"

"It is simply impossible for anyone from the Drought Demon Clan to enter this world."

"Why can't Drought Demons enter?"

"Lord, you do not know?"

"Nonsense. If I knew, why would I be asking you?" Xin Yang shot the Burial Temple Ghost a look and pretended to be angry.

He had this Burial Temple Ghost completely under his control now. It was necessary to occasionally keep this ghost in line.

"Then please allow this old servant to explain slowly..."

"This old servant was originally a scholar in this world two thousand years ago."

"However, on the day I went to the county seat for the imperial examination, I encountered a ghost..."

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