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 me 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 outcome 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 doomed without a burial place?"
