The sage was determined to die.

Upon hearing Ji Bai's words, Yan Ming couldn't help but frown.

But on second thought, Ji Bai's choice was quite normal.

He didn't make a sound, but mouthed, "Actually, this isn't bad either."

Seeing the other person's thoughtful expression, Ji Bai couldn't help but mouth, "Are you stupid? These rich people are a real waste of their lives. If we kill him now, won't everyone know it was us?"

Upon hearing Ji Bai's words, Yan Ming finally understood.

"Yes." Yan Ming made a throat-slitting gesture. "So, according to you, we have no choice but to do it secretly?"

Ji Bai looked at the charred remains lying on the ground without any pity. After a long while, he suddenly said, "It looks like it's barely clinging to life. Why not frame someone else?"

Upon hearing Ji Bai's words, Yan Ming suddenly felt that he hadn't misjudged Ji Bai.

He knew that Ji Bai was no kind person.

The three of them communicated in silence, and the sudden quiet made Wang Zhixuan, who was lying on the ground, feel extremely panicked.

The pain throughout his body made his memory fragmented; many things flashed through his mind like fleeting shadows, leaving no trace.

Already suffering from some amnesia, he felt a sense of unease as he faced the three people he couldn't see clearly and the sudden silence.

Are they planning to kill me to silence me?

Oh no, I already look like half a corpse, so killing him would only require bearing half the guilt...

Wang Zhixuan felt a little uneasy. He tried to open his eyes, but still couldn't see anything clearly.

After a while, a male voice was heard complaining, "What bad luck, why do I have to do this kind of work again?" Then the man took something that looked like a straw mat that he had picked up from somewhere and wrapped it up hastily.

Although Wang Zhixuan was used to a life of luxury, he was not completely ignorant. He knew to some extent that some low-level slaves were wrapped in this thing and buried after they died.

He tried desperately to move a finger, but he had no strength at all. He could only let himself be wrapped in straw mats and buried... well, not buried.

Yan Ming originally planned to drag the person away directly, but Ji Bai suggested that dragging him would be too tiring, and it would be easier to drag him with a plank.

Yan Ming thought about it and realized it made sense. He hadn't expected to do it himself and was just about to hand the task over to Gongsun Yang when the latter unfortunately collapsed to the ground.

Yan Ming: "..."

He looked at Ji Bai with hopeful eyes, but gradually resigned himself to the situation under the other's undisguised gaze.

"What bad luck."

Yan Ming, who was a boatman for the first time in his life, exclaimed with emotion.

……

It can still breathe.

It was not buried.

Wang Zhixuan struggled to open his eyes, and his blurry vision gradually became clearer, causing many strange thoughts to flash through his mind.

These people were clearly unexpected; they didn't bury him, which in a way could be considered saving him.

But... why are these people unwilling to give him even a sip of water when they all saved him?

He was almost dying of thirst.

……

Looking at the body that appeared to be even more severely dead, Gongsun Yang couldn't help but gesture, "Aren't you going to give him some water?"

Yan Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes: "What if I drink water and come back to life?"

Gongsun Yang was caught off guard and choked for a moment, but upon reflection, he realized that it was indeed true.