The sage was determined to die.

"But you're really confident."

Yan Ming asked suspiciously, "How can you be so confident that someone wants to harm you? Could it be that you're deliberately trying to see me fall?"

Ji Bai thought about it for a moment, and then nodded seriously: "Now that you mention it, there really is some benefit to it."

Yan Ming: "..."

He instinctively wanted to extend his leg, but after thinking about it, he realized he probably couldn't beat him, so he could only reluctantly put it down.

"Heh." Yan Ming used the not-so-tall tree branch as a cane and said to Ji Bai, "At most, you only have Wen Xin now. Who would be so stupid as to rush to attack you?"

Ji Bai's gaze drifted to a spot not far away, where dark figures were moving about. He raised an eyebrow and said, "If the benefits are big enough, they can surely sway people's hearts, right?"

Yan Ming was confused. He subconsciously said, "Really? You're so confident you can get your hands on another Wenxin?"

Ji Bai didn't answer the question. He looked at Gongsun Yang beside him and asked, "Do you know any other methods for crafting word puppets?"

Gongsun Yang almost instinctively shook his head when he saw Fang Jibai's gaze, then nodded after thinking for a moment.

"...I think I know a little bit."

……

A burning, tarry smell permeated the air.

At Ji Bai's feet lay many bizarre corpses, while two people stood beside him.

Yan Ming certainly knew Chu Ze. He glanced at Ji Bai. Although he knew that Ji Bai was cooperating with Chu Ze, he did not expect that Ji Bai would have the ability to get Chu Ze to be his porter.

He nudged Ji Bai with his elbow and whispered, "Why did you make them carry your things?"

Ji Bai gave him a strange look: "Do you even know what probability is?"

All I know is that you're talking nonsense. Yan Ming swallowed this sarcastic remark with a forced smile.

Ji Bai pointed at Chu Ze, then pointed at Yan Ming, and said, "You see, just like some people can obtain the literary heart while others can't, it shows that people's luck is very different. This is called opening a blind box."

Yan Ming remained silent for a long time. He looked at Ji Bai and said, "Can't you speak like a human being?"

"Oh." Ji Bai half-squatted down, looked at the charred corpse, and said indifferently, "It means, why not take free labor?"

The corpse, already dead once, was charred beyond recognition after being burned again. The armor covering Ji Bai's fingers was clearly the best gloves. He reached out and touched it, and the texture was indeed very stiff.

He looked at Chu Ze, his eyes filled with doubt: "They've become corpses among corpses, is there any possibility of them being resurrected?"

Chu Ze sighed and replied, "There's still a one in ten thousand chance."

He lowered his head, looking at the mangled corpses, and said cryptically, "If I'm not mistaken, these corpses were all elites from various countries in life. Under normal circumstances, where would you find so many talented individuals to take advantage of?"

Ji Bai remained silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on the faces of the corpses, trying to find some trace of Lang.

Clearly, the exploration ended in failure.

"Speaking of which, what method do you plan to use to test them?" Chu Ze asked.

Ji Bai thought for a moment and said, "Let's use physical methods."

He closed his eyes, and after a while, the armor on his hand slowly condensed into a steel needle that was thirty centimeters long and two centimeters in diameter.

The steel needle gleamed coldly as it plunged into the corpse's shoulder without hesitation.

"Isn't this a defensive spirit?" Chu Xi couldn't help but complain. "This can be considered defense?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

Ji Bai's movements were as skillful as planting rice seedlings, pricking the shoulders of the corpses one by one. Most of the corpses did not react, but one corpse was particularly unresponsive.

He paused for a moment, then plunged his hand down again.

"Attack is the best defense," Ji Bai replied.