"Imperial Astral Bureau has never gone back on its word," the Chief Flag Officer said with a stern face.
Zhao Ergou remained silent.
He was about to receive fifty taels of silver, and he was completely ignorant of the word "danger."
He took a deep breath.
Under the watchful eyes of the members of the Imperial Astral Bureau, Zhao Ergou recalled the procedures they had taught him, then looked at the items laid out before him: a Bagua Plate, a bowl, a small knife, a tied-up crow, and a bit of bone ash.
He sat down cross-legged and began mumbling incessantly, "Ghost Immortal, Ghost Immortal, please fulfill my wish. Ghost Immortal, Ghost Immortal, please fulfill my wish. Ghost Immortal, Ghost Immortal..."
His right hand grabbed the small knife in front of him and placed the blade on the palm of his left hand.
When his palm felt the cold sensation of the knife blade, he hesitated.
After all, it was a sharp blade!
But if he didn't cut...
The fifty taels of silver would be gone!
