34: Only the dead can keep their mouths shut.

The Black Robed Man finally turned his head.

“If I don’t act, things will go wrong, and you still dare to ask me for a reward?”

His voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing together.

The young man’s face showed a hint of fear upon hearing this, and he swallowed with difficulty, then waved his hands repeatedly.

“No… I don’t want it anymore…” He took two steps back, “Sir… if there’s nothing else… I’ll… I’ll leave first.”

Just then, the Black Robed Man suddenly moved.

His figure instantly vanished from his original spot, and the next moment he appeared, he was already in front of the young man.

Reaching out and grabbing the young man’s head directly, the Black Robed Man said sinisterly:

“You can’t leave. You know too much.”

The young man’s face immediately turned pale.

“S-s-s-s-s-s-sir! Don’t kill me! I promise to keep my mouth shut! I won’t even tell my own father if he asks!”

“Isn’t your father dead?”

“My mother… no, no, no.” The young man wanted to shake his head, but his head was held in the Black Robed Man’s hand, unable to move at all. “I won’t tell anyone who asks! I don’t know anything!”

“Have you heard a saying?”

“Sir, please speak, I’m all ears…” The young man was terrified.

The Black Robed Man said ominously:

“Only dead men can keep secrets.”

“No, no, no, no!” The young man’s eyes widened. “I can too, even alive!”

As he spoke, Jiang Lan saw a wet patch in his crotch, and a few drops of yellow liquid fell to the ground.

In the end, the yellow liquid had already formed a continuous stream.

The Black Robed Man released his hand, his voice no longer so gloomy.

“You’re quite easily scared.”

“Ah… ah?” The young man almost instantly realized that he probably didn’t have to die.

Ignoring the wetness on the ground, he immediately knelt down and repeatedly kowtowed to the Black Robed Man.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Thank you, Sir, for sparing my life!”

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Thank you, Sir, for sparing my life!”

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“You thanked too early.”

The sound of kowtowing stopped instantly.

The young man raised his red and swollen forehead, pleading repeatedly: “Sir! Please don’t kill me, let me go! When I get home, I’ll set up a memorial tablet for you!”

The Black Robed Man was unmoved.

The atmosphere fell silent.

After a long while, the Black Robed Man spoke again:

“Today I’m in a good mood, and I don’t really want to kill you. How about this, I’ll give you two paths.”

“Tell me, Sir!” The young man was overjoyed and said repeatedly.

“The first path: join my Green Lantern Sect and serve the Green Lantern Goddess for life.”

“Gulp…” The young man swallowed, his expression somewhat troubled. “Sir, what about the second path…”

“The second path…” The Black Robed Man turned to look at the large white snake statue on the altar. “When Little White wakes up, you can be her blood sacrifice.”

“No, no, no…”

Although he didn’t know what ‘blood sacrifice’ meant, the term itself didn’t sound good.

The young man quickly said: “I am willing to join the Green Lantern Sect! I will serve the Green Lantern Goddess for life!”

“Good.” The Black Robed Man’s voice was still dry and hoarse, but his tone seemed quite satisfied. “Since that’s the case, let’s establish a Soul Contract.”

The young man was puzzled.

“Soul Contract?”

The Black Robed Man didn’t explain, walking to the offering table.

He lightly brushed his hand over the greenish-blue oil lamp.

“Whoosh.”

The oil lamp was directly lit, and a green flame rose and danced.

“Come here.”

The young man didn’t ask any more questions and walked directly to the Black Robed Man’s side.

He knew it was useless to ask.

The Black Robed Man pointed at the oil lamp.

“Drip blood.”

“How…”

Before he could finish asking, the Black Robed Man directly grabbed his left hand, his fingertip slicing across his middle finger.

Immediately, a long, narrow wound appeared, and blood beads welled up.

The young man wasn’t stupid; at this point, how could he not understand what to do?

He directly extended his finger and placed it on the oil lamp.

Immediately after, something bizarre happened.

The tiny wound, which had only been oozing blood beads, now gushed blood like an open faucet, a steady stream flowing out.

The blood formed a crimson line, surging towards the green flame.

Normally, blood is also water, and upon contact with a flame, it should extinguish it.

But the reality was that the young man’s blood not only failed to extinguish the fire, but upon contact, the flame burned even more intensely, flickering and dancing, like a graceful little person.

After a full fifteen minutes, the stream of blood finally stopped.

The young man’s face was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

“Good…” The Black Robed Man slowly said: “He lasted for fifteen minutes, he’s a good prospect.”

The young man raised his left hand and looked at it.

The original long, narrow wound had already disappeared.

Although surprised, he didn’t pay too much attention to it, instead asking:

“Sir… do I not have to die now?”

“Mm.” The Black Robed Man nodded slightly.

The young man was overjoyed, “Thank you, Sir, thank you, Sir!”

“No need.” The Black Robed Man said: “Your talent is not bad, it’s just that you’re a bit old. From now on, stay by my side, and I’ll teach you some skills.”

The young man’s eyes lit up.

“Immortal Arts?”

“Hehe…” It seemed that upon hearing the words ‘Immortal Arts’, the Black Robed Man let out a sinister chuckle, “Yes, Immortal Arts, the wondrous method to achieve Immortal Ascension.”

The young man was no longer afraid; he immediately seized the opportunity and prostrated himself in worship.

“Master, I bow to you!”

“Rise.”

After getting up, although his crotch was still soaked, the young man’s mood was clearly excellent.

However, this was understandable.

He was about to die just now, and now not only did he not have to die, but he could also learn Immortal Arts from someone. How could he not be happy?

Knowing he was safe and sound, the young man’s mind gradually became active, and his eyes darted around.

After thinking for a while, he asked curiously:

“Master, what was that Soul Contract just now?”

“You’ll know in due time.” The Black Robed Man waved his hand. “I’ve already taught you the methods to control Tiger's Accomplice. Go, catch two blood sacrifices from the city. This time, I want men, sturdy ones, otherwise Little White might not be full.”

The young man had no psychological burden whatsoever, and quickly said: “Master, are two enough? Shouldn’t I catch more?”

“Two… originally wouldn’t be enough. Little White just woke up, her appetite is big, she’d need at least three strong men.” The Black Robed Man looked at the green oil lamp, still flickering. “However, there’s a ready-made one here now, so two will be enough.”

The young man’s expression changed.

“Master, I… didn’t you just say…”

He thought that the third blood sacrifice was him.

But just then, from behind the offering table, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded.

The young man looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome young man, dressed in a black robe with the character ‘ town’ (Zhen - suppress) and carrying a long saber, slowly stepping out from behind the altar.

The man raised his head, his gaze icy, and looked at the young man with the wet crotch, asking:

“Are you Feng Liu?”