No Madness, No Survival-Dugu Bo's Choice!

When Dugu Bo saw Lin Xiao, he snapped irritably:

"Nothing good ever comes out of a dog's mouth!"

"You want me dead that badly?"

Lin Xiao burst out laughing.

"The good die young, while scourges live a thousand years!"

"Of course I believe Senior Dugu won't die. Not only won't you die, you'll still be full of energy as you go wreak havoc on the flowers and plants of the continent—and all kinds of poisonous insects!"

Dugu Bo glared, feeling that this brat truly had no conscience. He was watching Dugu Bo's whole body rot away, leaving him half-dead, and he could still laugh.

What the hell?

Did he want this old man to pass away that badly, just so he could inherit his granddaughter?

However.

A faint smile lifted the corners of Dugu Bo's eyes, so slight that even he himself did not notice it.

"You rotten brat! Be careful of this statue that looks just like the Feathered Serpent God. It seems to have quite the background—some Source of Plague, Lord of Calamity!"

Even without Dugu Bo's warning, Lin Xiao had already noticed the Feathered Serpent God statue, as well as the countless, densely packed insects behind it.

Lin Xiao was somewhat wary.

"Senior Dugu, I'm a little worried..."

"Oh? So there are times when you're afraid too, brat?"

"No, I was thinking that, from the looks of it, Senior Dugu, you've obtained this evil god's inheritance. If I slaughter all these insects and smash this statue to pieces, wouldn't that be a loss for you?"

Hiss—

Dugu Bo sucked in a breath of cold air.

What Lin Xiao said actually made sense!

Although this evil god had tormented him until life was worse than death, leaving him hovering at death's door and nearly costing him his life.