The two walked into the ancient castle, and the moment the door closed, the vast first-floor hall began to become incredibly illusory.
Baiyi released the dark side, returning to the light side, sniffed the air in the castle with some disdain: "Mr. Devil, you should do some cleaning here, it smells like dead bodies."
Eugene paused, seemingly sensing the presence of a person, and when he turned his head, he immediately saw Baiyi's appearance.
He was a bit surprised, but as a devil who had lived for thousands of years, what hadn't he seen?
He quickly adjusted his emotions, Eugene gave a slight bow, and the previous bit of negative emotion completely disappeared, the entire devil looked like a noble aristocrat:
"Sorry, esteemed guest, here's how it works: our games are simple little games. If you lose, you must give me your soul, but if you win, you'll receive substantial rewards."
Baiyi asked with great interest, "My soul? What can I exchange it for?"
