bestfiction Chapter 231 Soul Contract
Chapter 231 Soul Contract
The auction was in full swing, and everyone was putting on a show, faking smiles to show their support, faking smiles to bid, and faking smiles to buy the auction items.
All they want to do is go home. They don't want to do anything right now. They just want to be in their own soft, comfortable beds, have a good night's sleep, and never set foot here again.
Zhong Ming, however, seemed somewhat absent-minded. He sat in his seat, his spear resting against the back of the chair, the tip pointing to the back of his head, the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" fluttering slightly beside his head.
Several old men were chatting "whispering" in his ear.
"Oh my, young friend, thank you so much. So many brothers couldn't hold on and went to sleep forever in that wretched place. Sigh..."
"Yeah, kid, if there's anything we can help with, just call us... Hehe, we also need your help with some things. Let's help each other out, I'm all in your hands now, I'll definitely do my best."
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Zhong Ming was initially intrigued. These old guys seemed to be very old. Should he find an opportunity to send them back to his master for a look?
But as I listened, something felt off.
These old guys seem to only want his help, not to actually do any work.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Kid, we need... a lot of spiritual energy to nourish it. You know, if the artifact were still intact, we could just absorb the spiritual energy, and it would be fine in a while. But now..."
"Just say it, what do you need?" Zhong Ming's tone was unfriendly. He was busy right now, and they were really rushing things. Who knew if the enemy would attack again?
"We need some unawakened spirits..."
"Hmph, so they're just hungry? They're eating their own kind?" Zhong Ming's goodwill towards these artifact spirits has decreased considerably. From his own perspective, artifact spirits eating artifact spirits is as insane as cannibalism.
The spirits didn't seem to care. "We are not of the same kind. Each spirit is uniquely created and there is no distinction of race."
"So, you lot, did you eat your own brothers before I got here?"
"What are you saying!" A furious voice came from within the tattered cloth. "Kid, those are our comrades-in-arms, fighting side by side for countless years! How dare you ask such a question? I'm going to..."
"Save your breath... Young friend, it's impossible for a spirit to devour another when the spirit and the spirit still exist. Even if you shatter the other, your own spirit will keep it out, making it impossible for the spirit to 'eat' you. Our master is exceptionally talented in engraving anti-soul attacks. Besides, you know that back then, only a little bit of spiritual energy in accordance with the Great Dao was needed to sustain itself."
Zhong Ming was skeptical, but he raised the "Lao Chun Han" (a nickname for a cold front) and waved it vigorously in the air a few times, startling the auction in front of him into a standstill.
He raised his hand to indicate that they didn't need to pay attention to him, and told them to do what they were supposed to do, before continuing to communicate with the spirit.
"Then what can you give me in return?"
"I will fight for you, kid. I will fight until you see my master. Don't worry, he will definitely give you a much better reward."
"Fight for me? Can you come out now? Or is there anything you can do?"
"Ahem, for now, we can only slightly affect your spear, increasing its power a little. To be honest, the way you crafted this spear is a waste of its potential. If our master had crafted it, it would at least be a spiritual treasure... But I digress. Where were we? Right, for an unawakened spirit to give birth to such a thing, its physical body must be at least a magic treasure. We can usurp its place, enter the magic treasure, and become its spirit, fighting for you."
"I don't believe it. What if you get new, powerful bodies and run away?"
"No, our very existence has been locked by this little cloth. Even if we enter other artifacts, we can only stay within a certain range around it, and this range is determined by how strong you are."
Zhong Ming remembered that this "spirit nursing home" now belonged to him, but it seemed that it had not yet recognized an owner.
"I'd completely forgotten about this if you hadn't mentioned it. Shouldn't we put a drop of blood on it to establish it as our master first?"
"No, no, no, this is a soul artifact. It doesn't require blood essence to bind with its master. Your cultivation level is too low right now; binding with it would be dangerous..."
"Then I won't do it. You can rest in the storage stone now."
After saying that, he was about to put the Spring Cold into the storage stone and took out the Mother-Child Sword as a substitute.
"Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, I'll do it, I'll do it. Here's what we'll do: I'll be the main spirit of the banner, and you sign a soul contract with me. I... I'll try my best to satisfy you." The kind spirit that had been calling him "little friend" hesitated for a moment before saying helplessly.
Zhong Ming looked around and realized it wasn't the right time to do these things, but the guy was desperate and immediately started to act.
Suddenly, the tattered purple cloth was pressed against his ear, and a terrifying force was transmitted into his mind.
The next moment, the mother and child swords flashed with a cold light, and before anyone could react, a beam of sword light disappeared into the tattered cloth.
Zhong Ming's mind was hazy. He vaguely heard someone begging for mercy. After a long time, he vaguely saw a guy with a bruised and swollen face come over with a piece of paper and ask him to put his fingerprint on it.
After he pressed it, he immediately fell into a deep sleep and never woke up.
As time passed, some members of wealthy and powerful families grew impatient. The auction had become thrilling, but more importantly, it had lost all its mystery.
The wall collapsed, so we can now see roughly what's behind it.
Even though those strong men promptly packed the treasure into boxes and covered them with silk, they did so almost entirely in front of the audience.
This auction venue is great; viewers from different angles can see the exhibition stands from various perspectives, and now they can also see what's happening behind the scenes.
The audience members around them exchanged quiet glances and roughly identified the treasures behind them.
The female host was heartbroken. She could forget about getting her commission. The auction price was much lower than expected. If it weren't for the fact that the auction price was relatively high before the incident, she would have been punished.
But we can't wait until the next auction. This incident has gone too far, and we simply won't be able to gather all these big shots next time. In the short term, wealthy people definitely won't be willing to come here.
She glanced timidly at Zhong Ming several times. The man sat in his seat with his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. Behind him, a tiger lay on the ground, idly swishing its three tails.
The man and the tiger formed an absolute area of pressure, and there was no one else around. Those who were close did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing them.
When the last item was auctioned off, Zhong Ming suddenly opened his eyes.