The sage was determined to die.

"Why would someone suffocate?" Ji Bai didn't understand.

The girl stared intently at Ji Ying, her expression serious as if she were studying an academic paper. After a while, she suddenly said with some surprise, "He's strange."

Seeing that Ji Bai was still puzzled, the girl held up her fingers and explained, "An ordinary person's heart can pump about five liters of blood per minute, and the same goes for Wen Xin. Once it is overloaded, there will be serious consequences."

She made a rough estimate, her expression turned serious, and then said to Ji Bai, "If an ordinary person has five liters, someone with Wenxin can have fifty liters. He's probably close to one hundred liters now. If he doesn't save himself, he's probably not far from death."

Ji Bai's mind flashed back to Ji Ying's words, "Literary talent is hard to advance even an inch." He thought for a moment and said, "Isn't his attempt to cut ties like this just a case of drinking poison to quench thirst?"

The girl slowly nodded, a look of confusion suddenly appearing on her face that Ji Bai couldn't quite understand.

She said somewhat nonchalantly, "Drinking poison to quench thirst is better than dying of thirst right away."

"Is that so?" Ji Bai looked at Ji Ying, who was vomiting blood, and felt that things weren't that simple. "Is that so..."

.

Ji Ying's vision was filled with a bloody mist, giving her a feeling of almost going blind.

He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled. The pain, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, gradually subsided with the passage of time, and before long, his vision cleared.

He curled his fingers slightly and suddenly said, "You've recovered quite quickly this time."

He got up and stood in front of the old tortoise's corpse. He paused for a moment, but did not hesitate. He grabbed one of the old tortoise's legs and dragged it along the ground.

As he walked, he suddenly looked back at the sky, and that familiar feeling of being spied on resurfaced. Just like before, he did not investigate further.

……

"Has he found us already?"

Ji Bai nudged the girl beside him with his elbow, clearly harboring a slight distrust and doubt about her disguise skills.

The girl looked at him with hurt eyes, then lowered her voice furtively and said, "How could that be? But do you know what he's doing? It feels like something bad. Do you think I should stop him?"

Prevent?

Ji Bai thought for a moment and gave the universally accepted answer: "Since we're already here, let's take a look around."

Then they watched as Ji Ying dragged the corpse further and further away...

The two people who were squatting in the pit and spying looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Want to join?"

……

Looking at the mummy lying on the ground pretending to be dead, Chu Ze suddenly said, "Shall I tell you a story?"

Before Wang Zhixuan could react, Chu Xi, standing beside him, chuckled and said, "Brother, you can tell stories too?"

Chu Ze smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Of course."

Wang Zhixuan, lying on the ground, slightly twitched his fingertips, and then one of his hands was stepped on. The person whispered, "Shh, why are you in such a hurry?"

"This story is very interesting."

Chu Ze seemed to be carefully choosing his words, and after a while he slowly said, "I also read this story in a book. It says that there was once a village with a river in it. As long as fish were thrown into the river every autumn solstice, there would be more live fish to catch the following year."

"A clever fisherman discovered this and, taking advantage of the autumn season, threw some chickens he had slaughtered into the river. Do you know what happened next?"

Chu Ze spoke softly and slowly, while continuously increasing the pressure on his feet.