Little Xue slightly opened her mouth, staring dumbfoundedly at her father, "Are... Are you kidding?"

She stammered, "Ten... ten fingers, huh?"

Su Yu nodded slightly, explaining, "The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and only with the blood of all ten fingers can the hearts connect and complete the contract. If he ever intends to harm you, just a mere thought from you will rend him with immolation. Even if you want him dead and he’s cultivated an Immortal Body, he will still be turned to ashes by your will. But as long as he always remains loyal to you, he will be safe and sound. The power of your bloodline can also help him mend the last remnant of his soul quickly. When one day you reach the Divine Level in cultivation and wish to end this contract, you may choose to dissolve it automatically. Once the Blood Covenant is formed, his life and death will be in your hands."

Su Yu’s explanation was much more straightforward than Yun Feng’s, directly telling Xiao Xue that his life and death will be in your hands hereafter.

However, the knot in Xiao Xue’s mind was about those ten fingers... Poking three fingers was already her limit, and now ten! What if she faints at the sight of blood?

Xiao Xue blinked her eyes, then blinked again.

Han Jing saw at a glance what the little girl was struggling with and coughed lightly, "Xiao Xue, one must be true to their word."

Xiao Xue... She didn’t want to regret, but it’s really quite a dilemma!

But... One must be true to their word!

Xiao Xue shut her eyes, steeled her heart, and resolutely extended her hands to Yun Feng, "Come on!"

Han Jing... Poking your ten fingers for a bit of blood doesn’t kill you... Seriously, this girl is beyond spoiled.

Su Yu set Xiao Xue down, and Yun Feng also crouched low, earnestly pricking Xiao Xue’s fingers one by one. With his abilities, at most Xiao Xue might feel a slight tickle, absolutely no pain; however...

But the expression on the little girl’s face, as if she were about to die, made even him, a doctor, a bit at a loss.

With all ten fingers pricked, Su Yu moved his fingers slightly, drawing ten drops of blood which formed a talisman in the air. He glanced at the Ghost King, who dutifully extended his hand. Su Yu was not one to be polite; a thin light flashed by, and ten drops of black blood flew from the Ghost King’s fingers, falling into the talisman, swiftly merging in. Then, the talisman split into two, one half sinking into the Ghost King’s palm and the other half into Xiao Xue’s palm.

Xiao Xue felt a jolt in her heart, and she suddenly opened her eyes, asking in confusion, "Is it... is it done?"

Everyone...

Han Jing, speechless, poked the little maid’s forehead, "It’s done."

Xiao Xue blinked, then pointed a small finger at the Ghost King, "So now he’s mine?"

Everyone...

Su Yu’s expression turned a bit sour, "Xiao Xue, he’s just your servant spirit."

Even if he’s a ghost, he’s still a man. This old demon who’s been cultivating for thousands of years, Su Yu certainly didn’t want Xiao Xue treating him as a mere human.

Han Jing, however, was particularly unhelpful, saying, "Sweetie, he’s yours from now on."

Xiao Xue clapped her hands, "Oh, that’s great!"

With that said, she immediately threw herself in front of the Ghost King, hugging his leg, even reaching out with her claw to pat him through the clothes, "Too chilly! Wear more from now on, or I’ll get cold when you hold me!"

Ghost King...

Xiao Xue looked up and asked, "What’s your name?"