After exhaling, Lao Qi picked up the pen to sign.

Qi Zhenshan.

This is Lao Qi's real name. However, when the word was signed, a voice sounded in Lao Qi's mind. At that moment, he clearly knew that the voice was telling him the content of the words he didn't know. Before his last sentence ended, he had time to stop and refuse.

The content of the text is generally very simple. In one sentence, it means that everything after Lao Qi dies will belong to Ku Ding, everything!

The word death appeared many times throughout the whole article. Lao Qi was confused, but... what if he doesn't matter.

After signing the letter, Lao Qi felt that his heart seemed to be tightly held by something. The pain made him shrink, but it felt only for a moment. Then he saw the very beautiful woman next to him, who was Meng Po, who handed him a gold coin.

The gold coins are very simple, with an ancient character on the front and a pattern on the back, but Lao Qi didn't see any tricks on both sides.

"Put this away, throw it away and you will die."

Meng Po's voice sounded nice, but her tone was cold. Meng Po's smile seemed to be open only to Ku Ding forever, and then she put away her things and left quietly.

The cook stood up and said to Lao Qi: "Okay, you will be my person in the future. That gold coin is a token, but don't drop it. Although it won't die if it drops, it will always be a bit bad. If you see someone holding the same gold coin in the future, you will be your own person."

Lao Qi nodded, held the gold coins in his hand, and then put them close to him. Seeing that the chef stood up, he hurriedly stood up, but his feet became soft and he sat back again. Only then did he realize that his head was a little dizzy and felt like he was a little anemia.

He subconsciously glanced at his left index finger, which had just been pierced by a stone needle, and his entire arm, it was a little pale, as if the pen had sucked a lot of his blood just now, but he had only written three words, not to mention that the pen was just the size and thickness of an ordinary pen.

"Just go back and raise it, let's solve the first thing first."

The cook waved to the outside of the door. Ning Meng hesitated for a moment and brought the man with the smell of corpse in.

This person's expression was dull and his actions were completely traction. His exposed skin was no longer bloody and his eyes were dull, just like a puppet, skinny and bone-skinned.

"Are you sure you want him to survive?"

The question of Ku Ding was not without reason. This man was no longer like a human being, so he just hung up in one breath. If he was still conscious, life would be worse than death.

Lao Qi naturally knew that this had been torture to him, but he really wanted to die? He tried his best to escape from the tomb, just to live?

"Can you cure him completely?"

Lao Qi's voice was begging.

"It's not impossible, it depends on whether you can do it."

The bauding narrowed his eyes. In his eyes, the man who had only breathed only one breath was completely energetic and was already a dead body. The breath was hanging, which was not a good thing.

"What do you want me to do?"

"There is a way to live, and there is a cave of death. I think you know that your friend is going to die, or he is dead at all. It is not impossible to let him live. Before twelve o'clock tonight, go find a scapegoat. It's not okay to catch any one. What I want is completely voluntary."
Chapter completed!