"I want your inheritance," Xu Zimo said directly.
"You want my inheritance? Is that how you ask for it?" Shebishi suddenly sounded rather aggrieved.
Who beat someone senseless first, then demanded their belongings?
"If it were any other ancient god, I might have tried to persuade them nicely.
But as for you, I can't be bothered to say much."
Xu Zimo replied.
"You don't know what's good for you, so I've decided to let my fists do the talking."
"I can give you the inheritance, but you must help me resurrect," Shebishi said.
"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate terms now?" Xu Zimo asked coldly.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Shebishi replied.
"My inheritance is the culmination of my entire life.
Is it too much to make a few demands?"
"I'll only give you two choices: hand over the inheritance, or be killed by me," Xu Zimo said.
"If that's the case, then kill me.
You'll never get my inheritance," Shebishi said with equal stubbornness.
He thought Xu Zimo would compromise.
Yet Xu Zimo was even more unyielding than he was.
Without another word, he slammed his right fist forward.
Death came again and again.
That truly made Shebishi panic.
The poisonous beast had wandered for so many years before finally finding the Death Substitution Mirror, and he himself had only barely begun to show signs of resurrection.
He did not want to truly die like this.
"Stop. I'll give you the inheritance.
Once you take it, you must leave immediately."
Shebishi said.
He was genuinely afraid now.
The man before him was like a madman. He did not negotiate at all, only seeking to drag both sides down together.
Xu Zimo stopped and looked at him indifferently.
"My entire life, I have dealt with poison.
My inheritance is the