The sage was determined to die.

"A sculpture?"

Ji Bai squeezed the surface of the corpse's skin with force, and some dark gray sand instantly floated into the water.

Hollow.

If it's not a sculpture, then what is it?

There was a subtle force in the water trying to push him out again, implying that he shouldn't be here if he didn't abide by the rules.

Thinking of this, Ji Bai pretended to choke on water, took a deep breath, pinched his thigh, and twisted his body, as if he had been electrocuted even though he was in the water.

Sure enough, that line of reasoning disappeared.

Ji Bai thought to himself, "Luckily, no one else saw this."

"This thing," Ji Bai thought to himself, "is far too unintelligent."

At the same time, the old tortoise not far away turned around and looked at Ji Ying, saying, "This is the genius you were talking about? Has he had another episode?"

Ji Ying's eyes were bright, his black hair was held up by the water, he smiled and said in a low voice, "Perhaps."

"This idea is really simple."

Ji Bai continued to play this single-player game. He clutched his chest with an exaggerated expression as he swam around. The more he swam, the more he felt that this place should be a kind of illusion. He had been in the water for so long, but his breathing was still very smooth and he did not feel drowning at all, which was completely illogical.

Just as he was thinking this, the moment his fingers touched the corpse, his breathing suddenly became labored, and he felt a dense, tingling sensation in his lungs. Before he could think any further, his entire body withered away at an extremely rapid pace.

"Is this corpse poisonous?"

At this moment, Ji Bai even had the mood to talk to himself. The more he did so, the more his hand reached towards the corpse, instinctively grabbing the corpse's neck. The next second, the stone statue of the corpse shattered.

Countless dense, chaotic, and painful memories rushed in.

Ji Bai covered his head, and the pain on his face was no longer a pretense, but a genuine expression of chaos.

"Why...why are you so cruel..."

"Kill you? How can this be considered killing? Isn't this sending your whole family to join them in the afterlife?"

"You don't know this, do you? The child you threw into the river all those years ago was actually your own..."

Ji Bai felt as if he were there, experiencing countless kinds of resentment before death. He clenched his fist and smashed it down on the corpse. The already broken corpse shattered with a sound, and the next second, a different light-colored fragment fell into his hand.

The fragment glowed with a faint blue light, like a piece of luminous crystal.

Ji Bai clutched the shards, and his agitated heart suddenly calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, he punched the corpse next to him, and the dense clamor and questioning returned as if an electric hammer were drilling a hole in his forehead.

At the same time, Ji Ying pressed down hard on the old tortoise, making his body completely unable to move.

"Fragments of Literary Thought, why did they appear like this!"

The old tortoise's emerald green eyes instantly turned crimson. While fighting Ji Ying, he couldn't wait to get to Ji Bai's side.

Ji Ying was still half-dead, but she entangled him so tightly that the other party could not escape for a short time.

Ji Bai's mind was in complete chaos. As the corpse was smashed to pieces, a fragment fell into his hand, and the attacks on his mind increased exponentially once again.

He lowered his head, looked at his struggling hands, took a deep breath, and smashed another corpse.

The next second, everything went black.

The tip of his nose was bright red.