The sage was determined to die.

"Ah!" The girl's surprised voice rang in Ji Bai's ears, "I look like I'm going to die."

Ji Bai was silent for a moment, then turned his head and whispered from an angle where no one could see him, "They might be asleep."

"But I turn over in my sleep."

The girl meticulously examined the stick figure, her earnest voice ringing in Ji Bai's ear: "This stick figure isn't moving at all."

Ji Bai: "..." Well, you're very meticulous.

The girl seemed to want to say something more, but was quickly interrupted by Chu Ze who walked over.

Chu Ze looked at Ji Bai, his eyes bright, yet also with a suppressed calm.

He pondered for a moment, then pointed to the sky and said to him, "Ji Bai, don't you think this scene looks familiar?"

Ji Bai raised an eyebrow slightly, wondering how the other party could be so perceptive, when he saw Chu Ze say earnestly, "This image is very vivid, doesn't it look like a character?"

"Characters?" Ji Bai opened his mouth, then finally said, "Pictographic characters?"

"That's what I think too."

Chu Ze slightly raised the corners of his lips and smiled gently at him: "However, this image is so realistic and vivid that it's somewhat like the legendary person within the words."

Ji Bai couldn't help but ask, "The person within the words?"

Chu Ze nodded and explained, "It's a legendary puppet technique."

Ji Bai wasn't stupid. He looked at the other person and said, "Is this also the power of Wenxin?"

Chu Ze nodded ambiguously: "I don't know the specifics either. I've only heard that it's a method that uses human sacrifices to break people into characters. The resulting characters can be controlled by people and have countless uses. It's an extremely powerful force."

"This is truly something," Ji Bai uttered two words, "a heretical cultivator."

Chu Ze took a few breaths to understand what the other person meant, and he smiled: "You may have misunderstood."

"What do you mean?"

Chu Ze looked up at the sky, and since the figure appeared, his tone had become much more lively and varied.

"Not everyone is qualified to be turned into a word puppet."

Chu Ze's tone carried a hint of regret: "If just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could be refined into a word puppet, how could word puppets be so precious and rare?"

"Oh, then so be it."

Ji Bai's clear black and white eyes stared intently at him. "What kind of person is qualified to be refined into a word puppet?"

Chu Ze's fingertips moved rhythmically, as if he were truly pondering the question. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly said, "Precious things, of course, can only be possessed by precious people."

Ji Bai chuckled, pointed at the other person, then turned to himself: "Like you and me?"

Chu Ze smiled faintly and said, "Brother Ji, you flatter me."

"You've told me so much, it can't just be casual conversation, right?" Ji Bai suddenly said.

"You saw right through me," Chu Ze said with a sly smile, which made Ji Bai shudder for no reason.

"If possible, I'd like to find a puppet with the character 'Hidden' in its name," Chu Ze suddenly said.

Ji Bai turned to look at him, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "I'm not well-educated, so I tend to speak bluntly."

"You mean," Ji Bai thought for a moment, then said bluntly, "you want to find an exceptional sucker and then kill them?"

"Pretty much," Chu Ze sighed. "What would I have to offer in exchange for your help?"

"Go to sleep early." Ji Bai lifted his foot and prepared to leave.

Chu Ze suddenly said from behind, "Brother Ji, are you really not going to reconsider? After all, you should be interested in the person I'm looking for."

"Who?" Ji Bai threw out a name.

"That young master of the Wang family," he said, "is probably already dead because of Ji Ying."

Ji Bai paused in his steps.