First Summoner

Shen Yan was surprised. This indeed sounded very tempting.

She asked, “How did you do that?”

The young boy asked back with an indifferent look: "If you don't sign a contract with me, why should I tell you?"

The implication was that he would only tell her about his abilities after both parties had formally signed a contract.

Hearing this, Shen Yan just stared at the young boy in front of her quietly. She could see that the boy had a cold and arrogant personality. At the same time, she could also feel the powerful ghost power emanating from him, like a surging wave.

Among the many ghosts she summoned, apart from Sister Hong Ling, the power embodied in this young boy was the most powerful and majestic.

Although he looks like only twelve or thirteen years old, he may have actually experienced many vicissitudes of life and lived for hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Bai Ze, who was standing by, did not interfere with Shen Yan's decision.

His master only needs to follow her heart.

The young boy frowned when he saw that she hadn't spoken for such a long time, and he was slightly impatient. Humans are troublesome.

At this time, Shen Yan extended an inviting hand towards him.

"If you are willing to sign a contract with me, from now on you will be my contracted ghost and I will be your master. Are you willing?" Shen Yan's voice was cold and firm, like a breeze blowing past his ears.

He looked at Shen Yan, feeling an inexplicable impulse in his heart, but also a little more hesitant. Perhaps it was Shen Yan's serious attitude that made him want to retreat.

Did he really want to make a contract with her?

Does he really have to associate with this human in order to leave the underworld?

If he made a contract with her, he could leave the underworld, but at the same time he would have an extra layer of restraint. His life would be in her hands. How much freedom would he have?

The young boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, but when he raised his eyes to meet Shen Yan's calm gaze, he didn't know what he was thinking...

He slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched Shen Yan's hand, as if a special connection was established between them at that moment.

The atmosphere around them became quiet and mysterious, as if there were only the two of them.

Their eyes met.

"Ji, my name is Ji, the Ji as in disease." He spoke slowly, his voice not lowered intentionally, as if it had returned to the clear voice that a young boy should have.

He felt the warmth and softness of Shen Yan's palm, and couldn't help but look at their touching hands. He saw that his hands were particularly ugly compared to Shen Yan's hands.

The backs of his hands were covered with irregular scars, some high protrusions and some deep depressions, and his palms were also covered with thick calluses.

The young boy's eyes suddenly froze, and he instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but at this moment, Shen Yan's hand tightly held his hand, as if she didn't notice the flaw in his hand at all.

He looked at Shen Yan in astonishment, but saw that Shen Yan's face was normal. She began to unfold the contract magic circle, and the light of the magic circle enveloped the man and the ghost.

In this bright light, the boy's mood gradually calmed down.

This was Shen Yan's first time contracting a ghost.

About a moment later, the two sides exchanged a drop of blood.

Soon, the contract was made.

Shen Yan clearly felt that there was an additional connection in her body. She could also feel Ji's emotions. At this moment, Ji had mixed feelings.

The dragon Wuying, who was originally in the supernatural space, suddenly opened his bean-sized beast pupils, with disbelief in his eyes.

Shen Yan actually contracted another beast. No, that’s not right. It’s a ghost!

Wu Ying said angrily, "Okay, okay! It's ok that she contracted with Bai Ze, but she actually contracted with a messy ghost! And she didn't even inform me beforehand! This is totally unreasonable!"

Jiu Zhuan yawned and said, "You are not the master's master, why should the master greet you in advance?"

Wu Ying: "..."

Wu Ying was so angry that his nose turned up in anger. He said in a cold voice: "I am a prehistoric beast, with a noble status, prominent position, and extraordinary strength. Look at her again, how can she compare to me?"

Jiu Zhuan put on a perfunctory smile, "No matter how powerful you are, you are still the master's beast. Don't talk about you, I am the Jiu Zhuan Demon Suppression Tower, so powerful, but I am also the master's treasure."

Wu Ying was speechless.

It glared at Jiu Zhuan fiercely.

It really couldn't understand why the mighty Nine-Revolution Demon-Suppressing Tower followed a human so wholeheartedly and spoke well of the human everywhere.

Wu Ying thought of something and asked in confusion: "Your former master was so powerful, why were you so blind as to fall for Shen Yan?"

"You don't understand." Jiu Zhuan sighed softly.

No matter how powerful Feng Xingyao is, it is of no use to him!

Because Feng Xingyao didn't make a contract with himself at all, and he just treated himself as a toy for entertainment.

However, having Feng Xingyao as its master is not without its benefits.

At least he would protect himself.

But now the master will also protect himself, and the kind of protection that is willing to risk his own life.

Strangely enough, it has been following Feng Xingyao since its birth. It once asked about its origins, but he just perfunctorily said: You jumped out of a stone.

Wu Ying narrowed his eyes when he heard these familiar words and immediately retorted: "If you don't tell me, how can I understand?"

"Even if you can understand, I won't tell you."

"Jiu Zhuan, you are looking for death!"

"You are angry out of shame!"

"I am angry!"

"Don't come over here!"

Wu Ying chased Jiu Zhuan and attacked him, but Jiu Zhuan quickly changed back into the form of the Demon Suppressing Tower and kept dodging in the space.

At this time, in Shen Yan's spiritual summoning space, Shen Yan and Ji reached a contract.

Shen Yan looked at him and said, "You can tell me about your abilities now."

"Your own spiritual power is the foundation for supporting these strange beasts and ghosts to fight outside, but the more there are and the longer they exist, the faster your spiritual power will be consumed. I can't help you increase your spiritual power, but I can help you transfer spiritual power from the future to make up for the deficit." said the young boy.

"From the future?"

"Yes." The young boy nodded. His face was pale and sickly, his eyes were still arrogant, and his tone was cold and distant: "The magic I practice is closely related to time. If you have exhausted your spiritual power at this moment, I have the ability to help you transfer your spiritual power to fill your current spiritual power deficit. However, it should be noted that the spiritual power transferred does not come from others, but from your future self."

"In other words, I can help you draw spiritual power from your self three months later to solve your urgent problem. In this way, the you three months later may become weak due to the sudden lack of spiritual power, and may even temporarily lose the ability to use spiritual power."

Shen Yan was silent after hearing this.

This is an extremely risky approach.

This can solve the immediate problem, but it cannot estimate whether the future self can cope with this sudden change, because if the future self is in danger and suddenly loses spiritual power, then this may very likely become the cause of his death.