The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai squatted down and poked the other person's arm, if that dark blob could still be called an arm.

"He seems to have fainted." After saying that, Ji Bai turned to look at Chu Ze.

"It's quite tragic that it's turned out like this."

Ji Bai clicked his tongue and suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid that if this person gets out alive, he'll come back to cause trouble for you?"

Chu Ze stood there with his arms crossed, his eyes devoid of any extra emotion. He gave a cryptic laugh, his tone almost a rhetorical question: "Is that so?"

Ji Bai shook his head, ignoring the lunatic.

He stood up and clapped his hands. Even though his fingers were practically clean, he paused slightly, then suddenly asked, "Do you think that Wen Xin (the Heart of Literature) has really appeared?"

Before Chu Ze could speak, the air not far away suddenly rippled, a scene that only Ji Bai could see.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly, and heard the girl sigh beside him.

Chu Ze remained silent for a long time. When he was normal, he seemed like a normal person. He looked at the pile of corpses and suddenly said two words: "Human sacrifice."

"What do you mean?"

Ji Bai followed his gaze and said, "...This looks like a death sacrifice, doesn't it?"

Chu Ze: "..."

He used that ambiguous look again. After being looked at like that many times, Ji Bai belatedly realized the other party's unspoken meaning.

Isn't that the look in his eyes just like someone looking at an illiterate person?

As expected, Chu Ze explained, "There was once a powerful literary spirit, which depicted the battle between two armies, where countless people died and their corpses piled up—"

He turned his head slightly to look at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before him, and said, "Although the corpses are not as precious as these people, their numbers are far greater than these."

"Which two countries?" Ji Bai asked.

Chu Ze stared intently at him with his dark eyes, and after a long while, he suddenly laughed out loud: "Qi Chu."

He explained, "This happened a long time ago, during a secret war. The news was kept very tightly under wraps, so it's understandable that you don't know about it."

"Secret War?"

Ji Bai wasn't stupid; he quickly realized the strangeness of the situation. He scoffed, "War has secrets?"

"yes."

Chu Ze's tone was sarcastic as he looked at Wang Zhixuan on the ground, his eyes like those of someone looking at a dead man.

"Because of a bet made by his good uncle, for the sake of a supreme literary heart, 100,000 people were sacrificed on the battlefield, and an absurd war was about to begin."

Chu Ze shook his head slightly: "Such a scandal can only be kept a secret."

"Could it be—"

Ji Bai's eyes widened slowly, his tone filled with disbelief: "Could it be that you were also among those who led the way in sending people from two countries to their deaths?"

Chu Ze shook his head, the fake smile on his face almost completely gone.

"I am not here," Chu Ze said, "but you, the Second Prince, are here."

Ji Bai opened his mouth, and the masked face flashed into his mind:

"No wonder he hates it so much."

"Yeah," Chu Ze said detachedly, "He's really unlucky."

Ji Bai sighed. "Has that literary heart appeared yet?"

"The ending was terrible," Chu Ze said. "It appeared; the Wang family took it."

Ji Bai: "..."

He couldn't help but look at Wang Zhixuan lying on the ground.

Chu Ze said slowly, "He didn't actually do anything bad, but I think Ji Ying won't let him off the hook."

Ji Bai nodded.

The lion cub grew up drinking deer blood and eating deer meat. Even though he did not personally participate in the hunting, how could the deer not hate him?