The sage was determined to die.

The flames roared and emitted a pungent, foul odor.

The girl stared at everything in front of her without blinking, covered her nose, took a step back, and couldn't help but say, "It stinks."

After a while, she felt a stinging sensation emanating from her body. The pain was not intense, and the degree of suffering was only slightly more than chopping off both hands.

She frowned slightly, suppressing all her emotions, and appeared very calm.

"Why does it smell so bad?" she asked Ji Ying. "If I had known, I would have made a mask myself."

Ji Ying was clearly a clean person as well, and at this moment she was covering her mouth with a handkerchief, and said in a low voice, "Same here."

"But is there anything wrong with your body?"

Suddenly, Ji Ying asked a question, seemingly lost in thought.

The girl immediately looked at him warily: "What do you mean?"

"Just concerned," Ji Ying waved her hand and said, "It seems you really aren't feeling well."

The girl gave a cold laugh and said, "You'd better not ask about things that aren't your business."

Ji Ying smiled slightly, not wanting to make things worse for herself, but deep down she was certain of a possibility.

"Look," he said, not continuing the previous topic, but looking at everything burning before him, "it's about to appear."

……

Ji Bai's angina was occurring at an extremely regular frequency, yet he showed no signs of it on his face.

He looked at Yan Ming and suddenly asked, "What happens to an ordinary carrying pole if it's overloaded with goods?"

Before Yan Ming could react, he heard Ji Bai say in a misguided tone, "Such a simple analogy is something a rich young master like you wouldn't understand."

Yan Ming: "???"

Ji Bai turned to look at Gongsun Yang and asked the same question again.

Gongsun Yang: "..."

Wait, what is a carrying pole?

Seeing the natural and simple expression on the other person's face, Ji Bai instantly understood that the other person was also used to a comfortable life.

Ji Bai sighed, a sense of loneliness about being misunderstood emanating from him. He asked and answered his own question, "I'm afraid the carrying pole will be crushed in two, and the goods will fall to the ground and break."

He lowered his head slightly, glancing at his chest, his voice barely audible: "A lose-lose situation, huh..."

The two of them naturally didn't understand what Ji Bai was saying, but from the other party's application, they could infer that things might not be so simple.

"Could something have happened?" Yan Ming asked.

Ji Bai shook his head slightly, about to say that he didn't know yet, when Gongsun Yang beside him suddenly turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After vomiting, Gongsun Yang staggered slightly but did not fall down. He even had the mind to ask himself, "Could I have a terminal illness? Why am I bleeding so often?"

Yan Ming was about to ask a question when his face suddenly turned pale. He instinctively reached out and covered his chest, feeling a slight pain emanating from his heart.

"What happened? Did I vomit blood too?"

Yan Ming wiped his mouth and found no blood: "No blood..."

Looking at their condition, Ji Bai had many thoughts. He was no longer in such a serious situation, but a possibility suddenly popped into his mind.