Return to the Overworld

"Logan, did you know?"

Fang Mo set down his wineglass, his voice filled with endless melancholy. "In the end, people always become what they hate most..."

"Is that so?" Logan sounded unconvinced. "I just did what you usually do to me—tell a Hell Joke."

"Telling Hell Jokes costs you merit."

Fang Mo said heartbrokenly, "It's enough for me to lose merit alone, Wolf Uncle. You need to stay good..."

"It's fine. Losing one point doesn't cost merit." The corners of Logan's lips curled up slightly. Honestly, Fang Mo looking troubled was a rare sight, and it brightened his mood considerably, offsetting some of the sadness and melancholy before their parting. "Didn't you teach me that?"

"Sigh, it seems I can't stop you anymore."

Hearing that, Fang Mo put on a fake sigh. "In that case, let's tell Hell Jokes together."

"Wait..."

Logan suddenly realized something was wrong.

But it was already too late, because Fang Mo had begun speaking on his own.

"Speaking of Hell Jokes, the most classic topics are black people and Jews. But I seem to have kept bringing up Jews ever since I got here. You're probably getting tired of that topic, right?"

At this point, Fang Mo no longer looked helpless. His whole face was brimming with delight. "So this time, why don't we talk about black people..."

"I don't want to hear it. I have black friends."

Logan rubbed his forehead with a headache. "You can attack an individual, but can you stop dragging an entire race into it? I've met many outstanding and kind black people."

"Mm, that's true."

Fang Mo thoughtfully stroked his chin. "There really are plenty of exceptional people among black people. As I recall, many of them are top-tier athletes..."

"Yeah, so you can't—"

"But from an evolutionary perspective,