The sage was determined to die.

From Yan Ming's perspective, Ji Bai, who was originally calm, gradually became agitated. The other party kept poking at Ji Bai with a tree branch, until in the end, nothing was left but a pile of dust.

Yan Ming thought for a moment, then said to Ji Bai, "I thought you didn't care..."

"I was careless."

Ji Bai's face darkened, and he scratched his head, his face showing an uncontrollable irritation.

Emotions rarely shown outwardly appear very vivid at this moment.

As Yan Ming watched from the side, a secret sense of joy unexpectedly crept into his heart.

Yan Ming thought to himself, "I thought you really didn't care, but it turns out you were just pretending."

Ji Bai was indeed faking it; his exaggerated acting skills actually had a somewhat neutralizing effect at this moment.

After ruffling his already messy hair into a bird's nest, Ji Bai sighed, "What a miscalculation. Following the usual development path, shouldn't we have left something behind by now?"

"What can be left behind?"

Yan Ming casually asked from the side, "Are you talking about relics?"

"More or less."

Ji Bai ignored Yan Ming's provocation and instead pondered seriously, whispering, "That doesn't make sense. How come nothing was left behind? Could it have been stolen?"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Yan Ming, who looked completely bewildered and quickly denied it, saying, "Why are you looking at me? I've been standing here the whole time, but I haven't done anything..."

"I didn't mean that."

After saying this blatant lie, Ji Bai seemed to suddenly realize something and said to Yan Ming, "I didn't start this fire. What do you think the person who started it wanted?"

Hearing Ji Bai say this, Yan Ming, who rarely showed any thoughtfulness, slowly said, "If I'm not mistaken, the person who set the fire is probably the same person who caused that guy to become like this, right?"

"Not too stupid."

Yan Ming didn't bother with Ji Jibai's teasing. After thinking for a while, although he couldn't figure it out, he still said, "If it's worth taking so much risk, it must be a unique treasure."

Absolutely unique.

Ji Bai wasn't entirely without that possibility in his mind, but it just seemed somewhat unbelievable.

He couldn't help but think of the mask the man wore and the agony of being constantly burned by flames.

only.

Does that kind of literary talent really exist?

Even if it exists, what price would be required?

……

"I have a feeling it's going to be successful soon."

The girl watched her arm slowly recover. Her once transparent arm gradually grew flesh and blood, and the growing blood vessels were even visible to the naked eye.

However, compared to before, it is obviously much, much slower now.

Ji Ying, standing to the side, suddenly spoke up: "If you killed too many people at once, wouldn't you just disappear?"

The girl glared at him sharply: "What, you want to get me killed?"

Ji Ying sighed and said, "If I wanted to harm you, shouldn't I have stabbed you in the back?"

The girl thought about it and actually realized that what the other person said made some sense.

There's not much point in hiding a truth that's obvious to the naked eye.

The girl said, "I'm also very curious, not just about the number of people, but also their quality. If I were to kill you directly, I might only have half a body left."

The girl's face didn't seem to be joking; her expression was serious and earnest, which surprised Ji Ying slightly, as she hadn't expected her to say that.

"Of course," she said, "if I kill Ji Bai, I might die immediately."