"Damn bloodthirsty gold bug, slick and cunning, won't let go of little Ye Wu even in death. I'm going to obliterate you completely!" the Ghost Doctor roared, his palm enveloped in terrifying ghostly fire as he attacked Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao's hair stood on end in an instant, and he quickly ran to one side, "Damn, old ghost, have you lost your freaking mind? I'm not dead!"
What?
You're not dead?!!
Hearing this, the Ghost Doctor froze on the spot.
"Young Master, you really aren't dead?"
"Could it be that you've been possessed by the bloodthirsty gold bug?" Dao Kuang and Liu Kuangsheng both looked on alert.
Ye Wudao said with a deadpan expression, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
The Ghost Doctor walked over somewhat skeptically, checked Ye Wudao, and then said in shock, "Where's the bloodthirsty gold bug inside you?"
Ye Wudao lifted his arm, and a golden pattern of the bloodthirsty gold bug slowly emerged, as if it were asleep.
