Those eyes were not human. They were vertical like an alligator’s, and blood-colored lines flickered within them. Being stared at by them felt like a curse of death.

“Are you the demon spirit?” asked Long Chen.

“I am.” A reply echoed through the darkness.

“Then let’s set up the contract,” said Long Chen.

“I have gone through three thousand six hundred and six masters. I’ve passed through ninety-six thousand eight hundred and forty-three hands. Those who have touched me have been destroyed. Not one was able to die of old age. Their accumulated resentment and curse power make it so that someone like you wouldn’t even be able to survive for ten days after forming a contract with me. Are you sure you want to do this?” the icy voice warned.

Long Chen nodded. “Yes.”

“You… you realize that your fate will be infected by me with this contract? The calamity will strike at the worst time…” The voice seemed a bit angr...