"Mr. Mu, I don't want to die. Can you save me? If you save me, I can sign a contract with you. Once you reach Level 3, I will be able to become your Contracted Ghost immediately," the Dry Corpse Ghost hurriedly said.
"Level 3? Even if I reached Level 3, I would only be able to contract with Level 4 abnormals. You seem to be Level 5, right?" Mu Rufeng said, puzzled.
"This... Mr. Mu, after I turned into a pig, my level dropped by one. It all strengthened my physical body. My meat quality is considered high-grade, so you could contract with me at Level 3," the Dried Corpse Evil said.
"You, with so many people, still couldn't beat the Pig Head Evil, so obviously your abilities aren't much to speak of," Mu Rufeng said indifferently.
Mu Rufeng's meaning was clear: your strength is too trash, and I don't want to contract with you.
The Dried Corpse Evil wasn't a fool and naturally understood what Mu Rufeng was implying.
