The sage was determined to die.

Everyone was immediately stunned.

Yan Ming's carefree and jovial demeanor instantly transformed into something else entirely.

Gongsun Yang looked at him quietly, feeling that Yan Ming's current appearance was both strange and familiar, and he couldn't remember who he resembled for a moment.

Who does it resemble?

Yan Ming, with a stern face and a half-serious smile, pressed the unfortunate man's head into the ground without changing his expression. The hard earth, like a fish that had come to life, opened its mouth wide and swallowed the fish food whole.

Everyone watched this scene in silence for a moment.

"What a clean way to kill someone."

Yan Ming clapped his hands, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth, and muttered, "Why didn't I think of that before?"

He spoke with such ease and comfort, yet it was utterly chilling.

Oh, I remember now.

Gongsun Yang took a step back without making a sound. Yan Ming's current behavior was exactly the style of those aristocratic scions he was familiar with.

"Don't get me wrong, I've only ever used Wenxin to save people, never to kill anyone."

Yan Ming paused, then added, "I didn't expect it to be this good."

He smiled kindly, barely even thinking about Ji Baige's words, and already performed quite well on his own.

The crowd became timid and hesitant, shrinking their necks in unison. With the example of making an example of someone to scare others in the future, they obediently became quiet monkeys.

"The boss told me before," Yan Ming changed his words at the last minute, threatening everyone, "that even the weakest Wen Xin is worlds apart from ordinary people. He told me to be more restrained when managing you, and not to kill too many people if they disobey."

Gongsun Yang frowned slightly, feeling that Yan Ming's ability to cut out the beginning and end and then make up stories was a little too skillful.

However, he didn't say anything, only a hint of inexplicable envy appeared in his eyes.

"He told me to tell you," Yan Ming licked his canine teeth and threatened, "to listen to me properly while he's away, if you don't want to be buried alive too."

After saying that, he suddenly slapped his forehead, belatedly explaining, "By the way, I wasn't just randomly chosen."

Yan Ming seemed to have timed it perfectly. He reached out and groped around in the ground for a while, then awkwardly dug down, quickly covering his hand with mud. He pulled something out of the ground as if pulling up a scallion from dry land.

He raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang stared intently at his fingers, only to find that the planned corpse had vanished, replaced by an extra bone slip.

"Oh, I see."

Yan Ming murmured to himself, put away the bone sticks, and looked at everyone with a gloomy expression.

"See that? You'd better behave if you don't want me to kill you."

Yan Ming sneered, "Don't think I don't know that many of you are plotting to murder me, right? Did you think you could get rid of me just because Ji Bai isn't here?"

The crowd seemed frightened and dared not meet his gaze.

"If you don't want to be killed by my literary talent, you'd better behave yourself."

Yan Ming was smug for a while, but then he felt the desperate look in Gongsun Yang's eyes from not far away. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice a few decibels.

"I just have an ordinary literary heart."

Yan Ming was reluctant but had no choice but to speak, and said dryly, "Ji Bai has a superior literary talent, and wiping you all out in one go is as easy as crushing ants."

Upon hearing Ji Bai's name, everyone silently raised their heads again.

"But he doesn't want your lives, he only wants you to do one thing for him."