The Arch-Enemy Must Not Become a Wife Chapter 197 - 122: Karma3

Chu Xuan focused intently for a while, his face showing signs of hesitation.

"Why not take a gamble?" the ghostly figure temptingly suggested, "If you win, not only will I spare you, but I’ll also reveal the location of the offering."

"If you lose, just give the relic."

"Absolutely not! I would rather die than gamble." Chu Xuan showed strong vigilance.

The voice of the ghostly figure turned cold, "If you won’t gamble, how can you ensure I will keep my promise?"

"What if as soon as you hand over the relic, I turn around and kill you all?"

"If we gamble, things are different. We’ll first sign a Soul Contract, agreeing that both parties will accept the outco without remorse, and the violator will face the forces of the netherworld."

"This way, as long as you win, you can escape safely."

Chu Xuan’s face bore a hateful expression, "But if I lose, wouldn’t I be dood without a burial place?"

"Unless, unless we add a clause in the Soul Contract that even if I lose, you still have to let us go."

The ghostly figure pondered for a mont, then nodded, "Alright, in my eyes, the two of you are just high-quality third-realm living souls, compared to the value of that Buddhist relic, it’s naturally insignificant."

"As long as you’re willing to sign this Soul Contract and gamble fairly with , I’ll release you regardless of winning or losing."

"No way!" Gu Haitang quickly interrupted, grabbing Chu Xuan’s hand, her face anxious as she transmitted her voice, "

"Never trust this old ghost’s words, never gamble, have you forgotten the fate of Lan Cai’er’s parents?"

"I can guarantee, if you dare to gamble, you’ll undoubtedly lose."

"Moreover, who knows what consequences the Soul Contract might have, what if there’s so hidden trap within..."

Chu Xuan’s face showed indecision, while the ghostly figure said in an emotionless voice, "Little one, haven’t your elders taught you? Sound transmission in this domain is useless."

As he spoke, it pulled out a yellowish-brown docunt from its sleeve, "This Soul Contract was passed down from the underworld, it cannot be tampered with, what’s written is what it is."

"I don’t have much patience, if you don’t gamble, I’ll act!"

Chu Xuan stretched out his hand, "Let see the Soul Contract first, and I’ll write the terms myself."

The ghostly figure shrugged indifferently, tossing the Soul Contract over, while Chu Xuan cautiously projected the image of ’The Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes Avalokitesvara’ to grasp the docunt, refusing to touch it directly.

Once the Buddhist image appeared, the relic instantly emitted a stronger Buddhist light, subtly under Chu Xuan’s control, making the ghostly figure more wary.

To it, the ominous premonition in its heart stemd from the relic in Chu Xuan’s hands, as long as they were separated, a re third-realm cultivator posed no threat whatsoever...

Chu Xuan carefully examined the yellowish-brown docunt, it indeed contained so Netherworld Power. Calculating further, he found that the docunt itself was genuinely problem-free.

Thus, he began writing the agreed-upon terms on the Soul Contract using Magical Power, ensuring both winning and losing would result in release.

"Take a look," Chu Xuan said after writing, showing the docunt to the other party.

The ghostly figure seed impatient, "Just press your fingerprint with blood, there’s no need to sign."

Chu Xuan still remained cautious, "You first mark it, otherwise I fear you’ll change the terms as soon as you receive it."

The ghostly figure found him ridiculously naive yet did not argue, retrieved the Soul Contract, and from the fingertip of its bony hand, a drop of deep black blood erged and marked the docunt, before tossing it back to Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan carefully inspected it, confird nothing was wrong, then bit his finger and marked the blood imprint.

Gu Haitang watched increasingly anxious, knowing their power disparity was too vast without this action, she couldn’t think of how to escape.

The Soul Contract imdiately turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished.

Simultaneously, Chu Xuan felt a force from the void attempting to bind to his soul.

However suddenly, sothing blocked that force, and it rapidly disappeared.

Chu Xuan secretly marveled, realizing that anything affecting the soul has no effect on him, aning he could renege as he pleased?

The ghostly figure relaxed further, seemingly unaware of any discrepancy.

"Let’s keep it simple, each will throw the dice once, the order of values is Life > Fate > Wealth > Empty > Calamity > Death, whoever has the higher number wins."

Chu Xuan belatedly reacted, "Can’t we gamble without your dice?"

The ghostly figure coldly replied, "No."

With that, it tossed the bone dice over, "You go first."

Chu Xuan bit his lip, caught it, and threw it into the air without hesitation. The dice spun rapidly, ultimately landing on the ground showing the ’Fate’ side up.

The ghostly figure was sowhat surprised, "Not bad luck."

anwhile, Chu Xuan’s head suddenly throbbed, clutched it with one hand, mories seed to surge into his consciousness.

The ghostly figure wasn’t fazed, "This dice isn’t ordinary. On the first roll, regardless of the outco, ’cause words manifest.’ It’s a sha you didn’t roll ’Death’."

Gu Haitang fud, "Despicable! I told you the Soul Contract was useless."

The ghostly figure shook its head, "Rolling death on your own is misfortune, nothing to do with ."

With that, it retrieved the bone dice, casually throwing it forward, causing it to spin and land on its highest mark, ’Life.’

The ghostly figure laughed heartily, "Seems my luck is better, hand it over!"

With its right hand, it attracted the relic, which imdiately left Chu Xuan’s control, flying remotely into its palm.

The ghostly figure was confident that under the Soul Contract’s power, Chu Xuan couldn’t use the relic against it since it was now the rightful holder of the relic.