"Your Crescent Pendant can hold soul power. I want you to help me house these souls temporarily."
"No, absolutely not! So many people die every day—thousands upon thousands of souls a day. No matter how big my Crescent Pendant is, it can't hold them all. Don't even think about it." Chen Hao clutched his treasure and backed away.
Was he kidding? The Crescent Pendant was a sacred treasure. How could it be used to house a bunch of dubious souls?
If he went inside, he could live with demons running wild. But ghosts wailing everywhere? Just imagining that scene was enough to make his skin crawl.
"I can pay rent," Horse Face offered.
At the mention of rent, Chen Hao's eyes lit up. His firm resolve immediately began to waver, much to his shame. "Rent? How would you pay? Per soul?"
Horse Face paused, then chuckled. "Talking about Daoist Merit Points would only hurt our friendship."
Seeing Horse Face backpedal within two seconds, Chen Hao immediately grew wary. "We don't have any friendship to speak of. It's better to keep things clear."
Horse Face laughed and began rummaging through his pockets. "You know the Underworld's economy has been struggling lately. Forget me—even Emperor Fengdu's pockets are cleaner than his face. He can't spare any Daoist Merit Points to support me."
When Chen Hao merely stared at him in silence, Horse Face added, "Besides, I'm not putting every soul in your pendant. For souls with little resentment who willingly enter the cycle of reincarnation, I have a special magical artifact to hold them. It's only the souls with deep resentment that I'd have to leave with you."
"Hmph. Thanks so much!" Chen Hao sneered.
Realizing that he would have to make a real sacrifice to sway Chen Hao, Horse Face said,