Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

He adjusted his glasses, which weren't even real.

Su Ming squatted down in front of the eyeball with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, I'm an educated person, and I've always liked to reason things out."

My dream for the future is to become an excellent teacher.

His eyes darted around.

A cultured person?

You didn't say that when you were swinging your two three-meter-long arms at me.

"You should get your head back to normal first."

Wen Qi and Shen Wanyu began to conceal their auras.

If they don't conceal their aura, even the most basic regenerative abilities of the Rotting Ghost will fail.

Blood vessels began to spread outwards from his eyes.

A dozen seconds later, a severely decomposed human head appeared in front of Su Ming.

"I'm asking you."

Su Ming pointed at himself: "When I came down just now, were you planning to attack me and kill me?"

"Yes, just nod."

"No, just shake your head."

Seeing the head bob up and down, Su Ming continued, "If you try to kill me and I fight back, does that count as self-defense?"

"I can't just stand here and let you kill me."

"Isn't it a perfectly reasonable response to retaliate?"

The head paused for a moment, then swayed up and down.

It feels weird.

But it sounds reasonable.

"Then, during my counterattack, you trapped me and prepared to kill me."

The head stood there stunned for a long time before shaking itself up and down.

"In this situation, do you think it's reasonable for me to scream for help?"

The man nodded.

"After I yelled for help, someone happened to come down and rescue me. Do you think that's reasonable?"

The head nodded again.

"So, from beginning to end, you wanted to kill me, and I was just making a reasonable response."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

The head blinked its eyes.

My mind is a bit sluggish, and I have a feeling that something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

"Now, I'll give you two choices."

Su Ming held up one finger: "Go ahead and die."

Then he held up his second finger: "Or you want to compensate me?"

After he finished speaking, he added, "Of course, someone like me, a cultured person, has never been interested in fighting and killing."

"My school beauty sister and headless sister are also reasonable ghosts."

Who would choose to die if they could live?

The rotting ghost immediately nodded vigorously.

"very good."

Su Ming rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper, then took out a black pen.

Compensation Contract

After writing for a while, Su Ming showed it to Wen Qi and Shen Wanyu.

Ten minutes later.

A final revised version of the compensation contract appeared in Su Ming's hands.

The contract was simple, but every word reeked of being an unfair contract term.

Compensation Contract

Party A (Creditor): Su Ming

Party B (Debtor): Rotten Ghost (hereinafter referred to as "this Ghost")

core content:

1. I, the ghost, voluntarily compensate Party A (Su Ming). From today onwards, I, the ghost (including my body, freedom, and thoughts), will be entirely under Party A's control.

2. Party A has full control over me.

My guarantee:

1. Absolute obedience: I have no right to refuse or argue, no matter what the client says.

2. Waiver of rights: I voluntarily waive the "three rights": the right to personal freedom, the right to control property, and the right to express my opinion in disputes. I will obey the client's wishes in everything.

3. Subject to Party A's discretion: If I violate any of the above clauses, I will have no complaints and will be subject to Party A's discretion.

Special Note:

In the event of any matter not covered in this agreement, or any dispute arising between the parties regarding the interpretation of the terms, the final right of interpretation rests with Party A.

Su Ming held up the compensation contract and said with a smile, "I've already signed it."

"You just need to leave each bloody handprint one by one."

"Yes, yes, this is it."

"very good."

Su Ming looked at the newly released compensation contract with a smile.

It was called a compensation contract, but it was actually a contract of servitude.

This was a bold attempt on his part.

The specific purpose of the dry well is to contain the ghosts within.

However, there are limited places available for containment.

So Su Ming came up with the idea of ​​using a contract.

I just don't know if it will be successful.

"System, check if the compensation contract is in effect."

[In progress, please wait...]

[Target for detection: Ghost of the Dry Well]

[Current Status: Contract signed voluntarily, without any coercion, reneging, or resistance]

The compensation agreement has officially come into effect.

A blue grid spread out from the "compensation contract".

This ordinary piece of paper was identified as a special item by the system.

The rotting ghost shuddered.

There's an indescribable feeling, as if I'm being restricted in many ways.

Looking at Su Ming again, it felt like looking at his own father—no, even more outrageous than his own father.

The rotting ghost was immediately dumbfounded.

My already not-so-bright brain became even more confused.

Su Ming slapped his thigh.

"It's done."

"So, there are no more restrictions on the number of ghosts that can be contained from now on?"

"However, it can only officially take effect if the other party signs it voluntarily."

"As for the containment location."

Su Ming grinned, of course leaving it to those ghosts who were unwilling to cooperate.

If they really refuse to cooperate, then beat them to the point of near death, forcibly contain them, and then make them voluntarily sign a contract while under containment.

The detention will be lifted after the contract is signed.

Containment can be lifted at any time anyway.

The combination of the two is simply perfect.

Su Ming couldn't stop smiling.

A pop-up window appeared again.

[Special Mission: Contain the Ghost in the Dry Well] (Completed)

[Obtain Scene Decoration: Dry Well]

(Friendly reminder: This can be used to decorate any unlocked scene.)

The game scene page now includes a new "decoration bar".

Currently, there is only one item in the decoration section: Dry Well.

Then, Su Ming kicked the rotting ghost in annoyance.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Clean this place up. It's filthy and stinks. Is this a place where ghosts live?"

Two hours later, Zhou Zhengyang finished what he was doing.

Then he leaned back in his chair, exhausted.

Although the situation has been brought under control for the time being, no one knows how long it can be maintained.

Abnormal events are increasing explosively in various places.

In addition, a large number of unknown regions that do not belong to Earth appeared out of thin air.

My head hurts.

Zhou Zhengyang rubbed his temples.

As he rubbed his hands, he thought of Su Ming.

"I wonder how Su Ming is doing."

Su Ming is a top-tier fighter in the Dragon Kingdom.

If he were to leave the abyss, it would greatly ease the burden on the Dragon Kingdom.

He turned on his phone, ready to contact Su Ming.

He suddenly discovered that Su Ming had posted something on his WeChat Moments.

That's a communication app from the deep web, called Fetion.

Curious, Zhou Zhengyang opened his WeChat Moments.

The next second, he froze completely, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

It's a photograph.

It looks like it was filmed in a well.

He sat at a long table, which was covered with food, several candles, and half a bottle of red wine.

In the photo, Su Ming is making a peace sign and smiling broadly.

On the left is Wen Qi, whom Zhou Zhengyang has met before; she's a disaster-level female ghost.

On the right is a headless female ghost, dressed in a black dress, holding a half-full glass of red wine, looking elegant and noble.

The caption reads: "Yay, my first time having a candlelight dinner with the school beauty and the headless sister, so happy!"

Gu Yan gave it a thumbs up.

Gu Shen gave it a thumbs up.

Jiang Qian liked it.

Li He gave it a thumbs up.

Many staff members in Pingjiang City also gave it a thumbs up.

Three seconds later.

Zhou Zhengyang slammed the table over, roaring, "Su! Ming! What the hell are you doing?!"

He's really going crazy.

Now I finally understand why Old Master Lin had a mental breakdown when he first met Su Ming.

Is this something a normal person would do?

Bananas are genetically more like humans than Su Ming.

He was working himself to the bone to keep the big picture in mind.

In Pingjiang City, a large number of rescue workers and staff are working day and night to find ways to provide assistance.

What is Su Ming doing?

He was actually on a date, having a candlelight dinner.

Is there anything wrong.

Zhou Zhengyang immediately made the call.

The phone rang three times before being hung up.

Hit again.

Hang it up again.

Keep fighting.

The other party simply turned off their phone.

"Su! Ming!"

The Bureau of Abnormalities was filled with Zhou Zhengyang's lion-like roar.

The staff who overheard this were not surprised.

They've heard it far too many times lately.

Zhou Zhengyang liked to roar Su Ming's name in the office whenever he had nothing to do.

After the roar.

Zhou Zhengyang slumped weakly onto the sofa.

Looking at Su Ming's posts on WeChat Moments.

Frowning, pondering, gazing, silent…

I typed and deleted comments, then typed and deleted them again, and finally silently gave a like.

No wonder Su Ming's WeChat Moments only had likes and no comments.

It's estimated that most people who saw this would have had the same reaction as Zhou Zhengyang.

I really don't know what to say.

All I can say is, it's outrageous that they opened the door for their outrageous mother; it's utterly outrageous.

The rotting ghost squatting by the dry well also collapsed.

Su Ming said it was too ugly and affected his meals, so he asked it to guard the door.

So, the rotting ghost, who was squatting idly by the well, began to review the events.

As it continued to play with it, it finally realized that something was wrong.

He immediately lay down beside the dry well and let out a mournful wail: "That's my home!"

"If we're talking about self-defense, then it was me."

Su Ming let out a burp and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied expression.

Life is getting better and better.