"Blood Seal! Seal it." The old man took another look, then added another sentence.
"Blood Seal?" Mo Liancheng frowned, puzzled, and asked urgently, "Do you mean to press a fingerprint?"
"Wishful thinking, a fingerprint? You must swear with your blood, then drip the blood onto it."
"..." Mo Liancheng did not understand.
Suddenly, the old monster realized something, "I will teach you, follow my lead." Thus, a strange light flowed from the old monster's fingers, falling into Mo Liancheng's hands, and he said, "Speak now, declare you will not betray this oath; otherwise, you will never be able to be with your beloved for the rest of your life. After speaking, bite your own finger and drip three drops of blood onto it, then the contract will be established."
"How venomous..."
Qu Tan'er lacked strength but still glared at the old man.
However, Mo Liancheng, without thinking, did as the old man instructed, very swiftly.
Because he did not want to delay a moment.
