The sage was determined to die.

The girl remained silent, offering a completely unscientific answer from a scientific perspective.

She pointed a finger at Ji Ying and said, "This is probability and statistics."

Ji Bai glanced at the other person, then at the girl's rather serious profile, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of probability and statistics is this?"

The girl touched her nose sheepishly and whispered, "It's from an 8 PM drama, haven't you seen it?"

Ji Bai: "..."

The girl waved her finger and said, "Character-like strong and tragic figures who look so handsome are usually either the main character or a tragic second male lead. And aren't second male leads supposed to die?"

"He's wearing a mask," Ji Bai couldn't help but complain. "How can he be handsome like that?"

"Heh, you don't understand," the girl retorted. "Ugly people don't need to wear masks; their faces are the best masks, aren't they?"

Ji Bai: "..."

Because the tunnel was so narrow, he couldn't back up, but a look of shock appeared on his face.

Ji Bai took a breath and changed the subject, asking, "What grade are you in now?"

Upon hearing this, the girl froze for a moment, her eyes flickered, and she stammered, "Oh dear, the high school entrance exam is coming up soon."

"Tell the truth," Ji Bai said sternly.

How did you know I just started junior high?

The girl's face puffed up like kneaded clay, and after a while, her eyes gradually became clearer.

She reached up and rubbed her face, her expression serious: "With my brain like this now, do I still have a chance to get into a prestigious university?"

"It's uncertain," Ji Bai said.

"However, your behavior just now shouldn't be due to the influence of your second personality," Ji Bai said cautiously.

"Why?" the girl asked earnestly.

"Your second personality doesn't seem to have much culture," Ji Bai replied truthfully.

girl:"……"

After the banter ended, they continued to observe Ji Ying.

Ji Ying stood there, his clothes clean and tidy. He looked back sharply, but there was nothing in the air or on the ground. He didn't say anything more, as if he had a very good temper, and continued to stand there.

The two spying people became somewhat uncomfortable.

"Do you think he discovered us?" the girl asked softly.

Ji Bai shook his head and said, "I don't think he cares."

"Oh." The girl's ears twitched, and she suddenly turned to look at Ji Bai, saying, "I think the person he's waiting for will come. Do you want to make a bet with me?"

"Then I'll block him from coming," Ji Bai said, glancing at her.

The girl's face slowly puffed up.

……

Ji Ying found a small bone somewhere, broke it off at his fingertip and then put it back together. The bone spur pierced his fingertip, but he seemed not to feel any pain at all.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour...

Time passed second by second.

Suddenly, Ji Ying looked at the vortex in the air. The tiny vortex, like a whirlwind or a whirlpool, suddenly appeared in the air as a source of medium size.

He watched quietly, then suddenly chuckled.

"The old turtle is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent shadow slowly emerged from the vortex. The shadow was very strange, with a turtle's body and a human head. It looked incredibly old, yet it also possessed a strange sense of power.

"What a disappointment." Ji Ying casually tossed the bone aside and said to him, "Why didn't you use your true form? Are you that afraid of death?"

The old tortoise slowly opened its eyes, looked around, and spoke in a human voice, "Where is my nephew?"