Chapter 582 The Devil's Contract

Ding, clang, ding... the sound of swords and knives was as chaotic as the sound of rain, mixed with the roar of warriors, the screams of the wounded, and the sound of swords and knives slashing through human bodies and blood splashing.

On the battlefield, a group of orcs with wolf heads and human bodies were fighting.

Where is this?

A gray-haired werewolf stood blankly.

"Bai! Protect the young master!"

A familiar roar sounded behind Bai. He looked back and saw an old werewolf stuffing a child into his hands, and then turned around to fight with the werewolves around him whose faces could not be seen clearly.

Young master? Protect the young master!

Bai's confused consciousness suddenly shook, and then he opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

"Young master!"

Bai looked around in a daze. He was not on a battlefield with blood splashing, but in a room that looked a little old. And not far away from him, an old werewolf was boiling medicine.

"Without the young master, you are the only living person in the wild."

The old werewolf took the casserole, poured out a bowl of black liquid medicine that smelled very bitter, and then came to Bai's side.

"Drink some medicine. I don't know what kind of medicine you took, but I think that medicine should not heal the soul. Otherwise, you wouldn't have fainted for seven days."

Taking the medicine, Bai drank it mechanically. The bitter taste bloomed on his tongue, making his chaotic brain slightly clearer.

Chaotic memories began to emerge in his mind.

His name is Bai, or rather, his code name is Bai. As the shadow guard of the young master of Chengshan Dog Family, he only has a code name, no name.

I don't know how many days ago, the Chengshan Dog Family was attacked. A group of bandits who didn't know which family they belonged to slaughtered the entire family of the Dog Family. Only he and the young master escaped.

Then...Bai suddenly lowered his head, and a sharp pain like a knife or an axe interrupted his thinking.

Suddenly, Bai looked at his left arm.

At this moment, there was only a wrapped broken end at the original position of his left arm.

"My left arm... is broken?"

"Hmm? What you said is a bit interesting."

The old werewolf came to the other side of the room and took down a very delicate and gorgeous metal prosthesis from the shelf.

"If you don't know that your arm is broken, then where did this arm come from? I have traveled a lot in my early years, and I have seen a lot of things in the market. I have also seen the Taoist tools in the fairyland."

The old werewolf put his arm next to Bai.

"But this is the first time I have seen such a delicate arm."

Bai looked at the arm, and suddenly a sentence flashed in his mind that he didn't understand, but he knew the meaning.

"The deal is done, I give you power, and you help me do things."

A word suddenly appeared in Bai's mind. He fumbled around on his body and looked at the old werewolf on the side.

"Senior, have you ever seen a scroll made of leather? The material is very tough."

The old werewolf shook his head: "No, you only have this arm, a broken knife and ragged clothes."

Hearing this answer, Bai fell silent.

The memories in his mind began to emerge, and now he already knew where his arm came from.

He took the prosthesis to his side and looked at this exquisite object carefully.

The metal prosthesis was silver-white, but the shell was covered with tiny golden lines like vines.

Although it was made of metal, this arm was as light as wood. He clearly remembered that he used this metal arm to resist many slashes, but now the surface of this arm was as smooth as a mirror.

"Is this the creation of the evil spirit?" Bai muttered to himself.

"What?"

The old werewolf on the side thought he was talking to him and suddenly responded.

"Nothing. Thank you for saving me. May I ask, have you heard any news about the Quan family?"

"Chengshan Quan family?"

The old werewolf was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"You are the guard of the Quan family, the main family of the Quan family has been destroyed, and the only remaining young master was rescued by the passing Xianshui Luo family."

After hearing this news, Bai's expression did not change, but his eyes dimmed slightly for a moment.

Is it true that the whole family was wiped out?

Getting out of bed, Bai bowed respectfully to the old werewolf and said, "I will never forget your kindness. But I am just a guard and have no money to repay you. I hope you will forgive me."

"Repay?" The old werewolf frowned, "I am a doctor. It is my responsibility to treat and save people. Who wants those stinky money? If you say such nonsense again, take your tattered clothes and get out of the clinic."

Bai looked embarrassed and thought to himself, "I really need to learn how to speak."

Bai stood up and waved his hand. A strong wind tore the gauze on his left arm, revealing the scabbed and sutured fracture inside. Then he looked at the interface of the prosthesis, only to see that the interface of the prosthesis was not metal, but a mass of dormant flesh and blood.

"Are you in a hurry to die?" The old werewolf's tone became impolite because of Bai's offense just now, "Your soul is not healed yet. If you meet a Taoist master again, wait for your soul to be summoned."

Summoning the soul?

Bai smiled bitterly in his heart, it would be great if his soul could be called away.

After making a deal with the evil ghost, his soul no longer belonged to him.

Without refutation, Bai just calmly connected the prosthesis to the broken end. The moment the broken end touched the flesh and blood, the dormant flesh and blood of the prosthesis instantly woke up and took the initiative to connect with the broken end.

The severe pain caused Bai's expression to change slightly, but soon the pain disappeared.

The energy entered the prosthetic limb along the meridians, and the next moment, a considerable wave of energy burst out on the prosthetic limb.

Seeing that Bai didn't listen to his advice, the old werewolf frowned again, saying to himself that it was so hard to persuade the damn devil that he was blinded by his bowl of soup.

He knew exactly what Bai was going to do. It was precisely because he knew clearly that Bai would definitely die.

Since Xianxiang came to the world thousands of years ago and ended the rule of the last White Wolf King, this world is no longer a world of samurai. Taoism, the method of immortality spread from the Immortal Land, not only allows ordinary people to live longer, but its power is far beyond that of the samurai's practice.

Warriors are as fragile as reeds in front of Taoism.

But Xianxiang is high above the world, and Taoism is naturally extremely precious. Apart from walking in the Seven Immortals, there are very few Taoist teachings spread in this world.

But Bai's injuries were almost all caused by Taoism.

"Hey, how long will those monsters, neither humans nor ghosts, continue to cause harm to this world?"

The old werewolf sighed, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Bai standing motionless, his eyes distracted as if his soul had been taken away.

…

In the dark mental space, Bai looked around alertly. He had experienced this scene before. When he made the deal with the evil ghost, he did it in such a space.

"Finally woke up."

Bai turned to look at the source of the sound. In front of him, a creepy monster was looking at him leisurely.

This monster looked like a werewolf that had been plucked and drained of blood. It was extremely pale and almost hairless. There were no ears on either side of his head, and his mouth seemed to have been chopped off by a giant axe, barely protruding.

Bai couldn't imagine what kind of torture this evil ghost had to go through before he became like this.

"Evil Richard, we meet again." Bai said as calmly as possible.

Evil ghost... Hearing this title, Richard felt a strong sense of helplessness in his heart.

Obviously in the goblin world, he still looked like a charming aristocrat, but in this new world, he became a hairless evil ghost.

"Be evil ghosts, you can call them whatever you want." Richard waved his hand and decided to let this little detail go.

He is more or less a god, and gods should be magnanimous.

"Why did you summon me here?" Bai looked at Richard nervously. Although he was a top-notch master in the world, compared with the evil ghost in front of him, he felt that his power was no different than that of a baby.

"Oh, that's right."

Richard snapped his fingers, and a projection appeared in his mental space. The projected content was white, but the color changed in Bai's left eye.

"I need an eye to help me observe the world. The eye wasn't ready when I gave you the prosthetic last time. Now that the eye is ready, you can install it."

Looking at the projected image, Bai's fists couldn't help but clenched.

That's the price of the deal.

For the sake of power, he has become the devil's plaything.

"I will." Bai whispered.

"Very cooperative," Richard looked at Bai with some surprise, "Most people would be very resistant to this kind of transformation before they have experienced it."

Bai's expression was very calm, but the conviction in his words was shocking.

"You give me the power to protect the young master, and I will leave everything to you. This is our deal. I will not break the deal, and I hope you will not either."

"..."

Bai's words caused Richard to fall into silence again.

How should he explain to the native in front of him that he was not the kind of demon that seduces creatures in myths and legends. The contract he signed was just a simple servant contract.

He didn't even use a slave indenture.

"Forget it, it's up to you."

Li looked at the indigenous man in front of him who looked like a living creature but was actually a stone, and he gave up the idea of ​​explaining it in his heart.

Anyway, Bai's role is only to help him understand the world and support a puppet force.

His real goal is the young master he wants to protect, and Bai is just a bridge.

"By the way, when I give you eyes, there will also be a pendant. This pendant is a spiritual protection magic equipment, which can ensure that you ignore spiritual attacks equivalent to 5,000 energy levels. Uh... you can understand it as a defensive weapon. The attack of the soul."

Bai nodded slightly without saying anything.

Richard was a little helpless. He had issued so many contracts, so why was only this stone used?

"Forget it, let's go."

After saying that, Richard exited Bai's soul.

When he opened his eyes again, Richard's consciousness had returned to his body. The room he was in was a study room, with a bookshelf on each side behind him, and between the two bookshelves, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Richard stood up and came to the window. Outside the window was the endless dark star realm.

The floating city with a diameter of ten kilometers under his feet was like a grain of dust in this boundless space.

"No matter how many times I see this scene, it still makes people feel scared."