The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai yawned.

He lowered his eyes slightly, first looking at the charred corpse on the ground, then turning to the person beside him: "Is this the discovery you were talking about?"

Chu Ze nodded and said, "You figured it out a long time ago, didn't you?"

"It's not too early."

Ji Bai skillfully squatted down, this time without reaching out to touch it. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, remained fixed on the corpse. Suddenly, he asked, "Why do you think these corpses become real after they're burned?"

Chu Ze looked at him with a deep gaze, then suddenly smiled: "I thought you would know that these fake corpses will return to their original state no matter if they are cut with a knife or buried in the ground, only when they are burned will they reveal their true form."

Ji Bai glanced at him and suddenly asked, "You think it's related to Wen Xin behind the scenes?"

Chu Ze nodded, slowly clenching his right hand into a fist, and murmured, "I wonder what kind of literary heart this is."

"What else can they do? Be brutal."

Ji Bai appeared indifferent, even joking, "If you don't kill people, you burn their bodies. What kind of evil thing is hidden in this place?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Ze simply nodded slightly and sighed, "Who knows?"

……

"Do you know?"

Ji Ying reached out and straightened his mask, looking at the person who had a displeased and resentful expression, yet could only endure it in front of him.

"Know what?"

He instinctively retorted, but then, thinking of the other party's methods, his tone softened.

"Of course, it's the literary spirit of this place."

Ji Ying pressed her hand against the mask on her face, not angry at all, and even smiled at the other person: "The Wenxin in this place might just be the one I've always been thinking about. Aren't you looking forward to it?"

Wang Zhixuan swallowed hard and hesitated, "No, that can't be."

His gaze couldn't help but fall on the mask on the other person's face. Although the scars behind it were not visible, he knew all too well how terrifying and painful they must have been.

Wang Zhixuan took a slow breath and suddenly sighed, "You only have a scar on your face now, what's that? Countless people can survive with broken arms and legs. Isn't it good to have a life?"

Ji Ying seemed surprised by his words. He reached out and touched his mask, then smiled and looked at him with some surprise.

"I didn't expect you could speak human language."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhixuan sneered twice and pointed at him, saying, "It's impossible for such a person to exist. Even if he did, I wouldn't let anyone have him."

Ji Ying looked at him meaningfully, slowly said "Oh," and said with a smile, "You are quite confident, and very unfilial."

"What an unfilial nephew!"

He slowly walked towards him, and Wang Zhixuan felt a chill run down his spine. He took two steps back and looked into Ji Ying's dark eyes without saying a word.

"Your uncle's injuries are much more severe than mine; he needs Wenxin more than I do."

Ji Ying lowered his hand, the cold light of the mask on his face flashing in the darkness. He couldn't help but laugh, his gaze as cold and hard as a knife.

"You knew all along..."

Wang Zhixuan looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly: "Even if you get it, aren't you afraid he'll come and take it from you?"

"If he hadn't come to take it, I would have looked down on him."

Ji Ying chuckled disdainfully twice, but her voice gradually deepened.

"That old geezer hides like a dog all day long. If I throw him a bone that smells this good, he won't keep hiding, right?"