The sage was determined to die.

Do I look terrible?

"Ah." Yan Ming looked him up and down and said frankly, "Pretty dirty."

Ji Bai looked at his slightly disheveled reflection in the pool, then glanced at Yan Ming beside him and nodded, saying, "Great minds think alike. It seems you also think I am handsome and dashing, and even in my disheveled state, I still have my charm."

Yan Ming: "..."

You seem like a madman to me.

The madman clearly didn't respect the other person's opinion. Ji Bai patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "As we agreed before, you go and find everyone. I'll go and get a feel for things first."

Yan Ming hesitated for a moment, then said, "You can't judge a book by its cover. What if they don't want to?"

"You don't want to?"

Ji Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the way he deliberately punched himself three times, he looked just like a cunning and unhygienic fox.

He glanced Yan Ming up and down, offering a fair assessment: "After following me for so long, haven't you learned to reason with people yet?"

Yan Ming: "???"

I feel that your reasoning is somewhat different from ours.

After Ji Bai left, the two separated slightly. Yan Ming tapped his hand lightly and raised it slightly, saying, "Do you think our lantern festival is about using words or fists?"

Gongsun Yang said earnestly, "Perhaps we can address this first and then deal with it later."

Yan Ming: "...Okay."

……

Ji Bai has always been very cautious when it comes to choosing targets.

The girl released far more people than he had imagined. Because of his earlier arrogance and late activation of his cheat codes, those who knew him well were no match for him, and those who didn't know him well were also no match for him.

After some hesitation, Ji Bai ultimately chose a group of people who were familiar with him but not too familiar with him.

To ensure everything went perfectly, Ji Bai punched himself twice more.

……

It's hard for a man covered in blood, hiding by the roadside, to go unnoticed.

However, after spending so much time in the mountain of books, Wang Chong and his group were not particularly surprised when they first saw Ji Bai, treating him as if he were a corpse.

They ignored it and continued walking until the corpse suddenly began to gasp for breath, coughing violently, its hoarse voice breaking into words like "water" and "thirst."

Something that is half-dead and about to become a corpse naturally doesn't hold much appeal for them.

Until the other person revealed that blood-soaked, yet strangely familiar face.

Just as Ji Bai had expected, he wouldn't be given something as precious as water.

However, the other party still wiped his face with his dirty sleeve. The rough smell of sweat mixed with blood made it almost impossible for Ji Bai to open his eyes.

He didn't even need to feign a heavy breath; he simply said, "Don't doubt it, it's me..."

Hearing Ji Bai speak, the group was clearly startled. Wang Zhong immediately took a few steps back, and at the same time, he called to the short man next to him, saying, "Take a look, isn't this the person?"

Upon hearing this, the short man squinted and carefully examined Ji Bai's face. After a moment, he nodded and said, "It should be correct."

"However," the shorter man said without sarcasm, but with a hint of confusion, "why are you lying here?"

Ji Bai opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, he saw Wang Zhong seem to have discovered something.

"A trap, it's definitely a trap!"