Chapter 93: Chapter 91 The pig talks? And calls me Mr. Mu? [5000 words, asking for monthly tickets!]_2

“Mr. Mu, I don’t want to die. Can you save me? If you save me, I can sign a contract with you. Once you reach Level 3, I will be able to become your Contracted Ghost immediately,” the Dry Corpse Ghost hurriedly said.

“Level 3? Even if I reached Level 3, I would only be able to contract with Level 4 abnormals. You seem to be Level 5, right?” Mu Rufeng said, puzzled.

“This… Mr. Mu, after I turned into a pig, my level dropped by one. It all strengthened my physical body. My meat quality is considered high-grade, so you could contract with me at Level 3,” the Dried Corpse Evil said.

“You, with so many people, still couldn’t beat the Pig Head Evil, so obviously your abilities aren’t much to speak of,” Mu Rufeng said indifferently.

Mu Rufeng’s meaning was clear: your strength is too trash, and I don’t want to contract with you.

The Dried Corpse Evil wasn’t a fool and naturally understood what Mu Rufeng was implying.

“Moreover, even if we signed a contract, by the time I reached Level 3, you would probably have risen back to Level 5.”

“Then, even if I got to Level 4, I would need to meet with you for the contract to take effect, so that you could become my Contract Demon.”

“How come? Are you tricking me into thinking I’m a Contractor who doesn’t understand the intricacies here?” Mu Rufeng said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, the Dried Corpse Evil fell into silence.

Yeah, that was exactly his plan.

He was betting on Mu Rufeng being just a Level 1 Contractor, thinking he was a newbie who understood nothing.

As for why this newbie had so much money, the Dried Corpse Evil speculated he must have inherited the wealth from a family member who was a Contractor.

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“By the way, why have you regained your sanity?” Mu Rufeng suddenly asked.

“I don’t know either; I just suddenly recovered,” the Dried Corpse Evil said.

“Mr. Mu, I beg you, please save me. I’ll do whatever you say from now on, okay? I manage a theater. Just so long as you–!”

Again, the Dried Corpse Evil pleaded with Mu Rufeng, but before he could finish, Mu Rufeng cut him off.

“I don’t care what you do. Moreover, it’s difficult for me to save you,”

“I’m currently the butcher at a pig farm, specializing in slaughtering your kind,” Mu Rufeng said, spreading his hands to show his helplessness.

Silence fell over the Dried Corpse Evil. Then, as if struck by a thought, he quickly said, “Mr. Mu, can you let me out of the slaughterhouse? As long as I get out, I’m immune to damage under the rules.”

“Maybe I can escape on my own.”

“Eh? That actually might work. However, unfortunately, the slaughterhouse can’t be opened until work is over. Based on the time, there’s still over two hours until the end of the shift,” Mu Rufeng said.

“Two hours? No problem. I can wait,” the Dried Corpse Evil said hurriedly.

“Actually, there’s another option. I could let you enter another area through that teleportation entrance.”

“That area isn’t sealed, and moreover, there are lots of pigs there. Eating them should make you stronger, right?” Mu Rufeng pointed to the teleportation entrance and said.

The Dried Corpse Evil’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, “Mr. Mu, that’s right, I am a pig now. The pigs at the pig farm are fatally attractive to each other; eating them will surely restore my previous level.”

Although the Dried Corpse Evil wasn’t sure if he could return to his dry corpse form, he thought that eating enough pork would definitely restore his level.

He didn’t care about being in pig form now, as long as he could escape.

“Alright,” Mu Rufeng nodded and immediately freed the Dry Corpse Evil from the shackles binding his limbs.

Once freed, the Dried Corpse Evil rolled off the metal platform and then stood up.

“Thank you, Mr. Mu. I really can’t thank you enough,” the Dried Corpse Evil said with a face full of sincerity.

“Okay, get going, while that Pig Head Factory Director is still away. Better eat some pork and recover some levels,” Mu Rufeng said, approaching the teleportation entrance.

“Uh-huh,” the Dried Corpse Evil grunted and walked up to the teleportation entrance.

The entrance wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. If it were just an ordinary pig, squeezing through would be possible.

But with its three-meter figure, there was no way it could fit through, unless it shed all its fat.

The Dried Corpse Evil obviously noticed the entrance was too small.

“Mr. Mu, this won’t work. The entrance is too small, I can’t squeeze through,” the Dried Corpse Evil said.

“These walls don’t seem too thick. Just wait, I’ll widen the entrance for you.”

Saying so, Mu Rufeng took out an electric saw.

“Buzz buzz buzz~~!”

The electric saw started and roared to life.

Without another word, Mu Rufeng began cutting through the wall.

The electric saw easily sliced through the thick and robust wall.

Chips of stone and severed rebar fell to the ground.

“What a sharp electric saw? If it were to saw me in half, I’d probably be cut in two right away,” the Dried Corpse Evil thought in shock upon seeing the power of the electric saw.

But then it thought again, it seemed that within the pig farm, except for knives, nothing could harm it.

Soon, the teleportation entrance was widened enough for the Dried Corpse Evil to fit through.

“Quick, I think I hear something from the other side,” Mu Rufeng urged urgently.

“Mr. Mu, I really can’t thank you enough. I will surely repay your kindness.,” the Dried Corpse Evil said, thanking him, and hurriedly took a leap, plunging his large body into the teleportation entrance.

“Oof, Mr. Mu, my belly’s too big; it’s stuck. Can you give me a push, please?” Two pig legs stuck out, flailing in the air, as if trying to find some leverage to help him move forward.