I Became a God in a Horror Game

I just want to find someone I can entrust to my soul. I heard someone in the guild tell me that the souls of players who died in the game will be recycled by the system.

He was silent: I don't want that.

[System prompt: Player Liu Huai mentioned that the content of soul trading involves violations, and the small TV will automatically block the silencer processing. Please reduce the number of mentions by player Liu Huai, otherwise the system will consider blocking the small TV of player Liu Huai]

Liu Huai was quiet.

Besides my soul, I still have something to give you, Bai Liu. Liu Huai raised his tear-dried eyes, This thing is more useful than my soul, after all, I'm going to die, and my soul is just a paper currency to you, You have no way of getting any value out of me, but as long as you sign this with me, after I die, you can use my personal skills as you please, as if the personal skills were yours.

In front of Liu Huai, a very strange, yellowed parchment paper appeared.

The paper fell to the ground like a piece of unburned ashes, Bai Liu reached for it, and the parchment fell into Bai Liu's hand.

Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked over:

[Twenty-four related notices and various instructions for Party A and Party B regarding the transfer of personal skills before the death of the player\