“Senior!” Zan Zichen froze when he caught sight of the mark on his forehead, then glanced at Yao Si with disbelief. “S-senior, you… contracted him?”
“Contracted?” Yao Si stilled. What the f*ck does that mean?
Before he could reply, the crowd started to shout with horror-filled faces.
“Contracted… It really is the contractor mark! She contracted Senior Qin.”
“She can even contract a cultivator?!”
“Demon girl… No, she is from the demonic clan. It has to be them!”
“Hurry, let’s go! I don’t want to become a contracted demonic beast, I don’t want to!”
A series of squeals pierced the air. As the mental strength controlling them was gradually released, they hurriedly escaped on their flying swords without a second glance back. The area was cleared in a matter of seconds.
“Wait a moment!” Yao Si was full of confusion. “What exactly is happening? Isn’t someone going to explain it to me?”
“Senior, don’t you know?” Zan Zichen stilled.
“What don’t I know?”
“That person…”—he pointed to the weird guy as articulated each word carefully—”is now yours!”
“…”
What?
After Zan Zichen’s explanation, Yao Si finally understood what about the contracts. It was a specialty on the planet of Shadows which consisted of all sorts of demonic beasts. They made useful ingredients for crafting medicine and weapons, and they spawned quickly so there was always a large amount of them.
The indigenous tribes would often keep a few of the demonic beasts to use either as ingredients to make weapons or as support during a duel. However, most demonic beasts were hard to tame and would devour their owners at times. Hence, cultivators came up with a controlling method—the owner and slave contract.
When a demonic beast was in a weak state, the owner would send its consciousness into the demonic beast’s mind to read its thoughts to prepare for the attack and to prevent the demonic beast from having any rebellious intentions.
Moreover, contracted beasts were not able to disobey. The moment they thought of rebellion, the mark left during the contract would automatically destroy their consciousness.
Yao Si’s previous actions clearly matched the conditions above.
“Once a contract has been established, the beast’s life will be in its owner’s hands,” Zan Zichen concluded. “So… he is officially yours.”
“Could you… use other terms?” What do you mean by yours? That’s such a misleading term! “Isn’t it a contract between a demonic beast and a person? Both of us are humans!”
“In theory, the contract can only work on demonic beasts…” Zan Zichen was equally puzzled.
“Then what happened to me?” Yao Si was starting to develop a headache. Was it really not her mahjong tile on the weird guy’s head?
“This… I’m not sure either.” Zan Zichen shook his head. “Demonic beasts and human cultivators are from completely different races. Cultivators have larger consciousness than beasts so cultivators are able to contract them during at their weakened state. Both of you are humans, I don’t…”
“Wait a moment!” Yao Si’s heart sank. Different race? They really weren’t from the same race…
Was it because of the difference in their race? Was her luck that bad?!
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Vampire[ C O M P L E T E ] What would you do if your planet ceased to exist after a nap? Once upon a time, there was a princess... Scrap that. Once upon a time, there was a hermit called Yao Si. She was an orphaned hikikomori who lived a peaceful and mund...
