The sage was determined to die.

The lingering emotions vanished completely. Yan Ming stared at the object in his hand without speaking. After a long while, he suddenly sighed in a daze.

He muttered to himself, "This thing doesn't seem to be doing anything in my hands."

Ji Bai stood beside him, watching the other's stunned expression, and suddenly said, "Don't be discouraged, maybe you're just not meant to be."

"No fate?" Yan Ming couldn't help but feel a little disheartened. "Then haven't I been trying to understand for too long, and still been destined to be without this literary talent?"

Ji Bai nodded and comforted him, "It's alright, there are more than just one or two things you're not destined for."

Yan Ming: "..."

It's a miracle that this person is still alive.

Ji Bai was naturally unable to hear the other person's thoughts. He seemed completely unconcerned about what Yan Ming was holding, and calmly said, "I feel that if we continue searching, we probably won't find any more corpses like this."

Gongsun Yang nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Ji Bai didn't intend to continue speaking, he said, "After all, such good things probably don't happen very often."

"Indeed," Yan Ming agreed.

If someone who didn't know the situation heard this, they would probably think they were committing murder, arson, and burning corpses.

Although I did do one of them.

Hearing their conversation, Wang Zhixuan felt a sense of panic again for some reason. This panic gave him a feeling that things were going out of control and derailing. However, he had not recovered much and was completely unable to move at the moment.

Just as he was trying to move, he felt his hand being pressed down. The other person's fingers were on his wrist, much like some ancient medical treatment method, which he heard was called pulse taking.

"I don't know how to take a pulse."

Ji Bai's voice reached his ears, and the man said smugly, "What are you panicking about? We're not going to eat you."

It was a perfectly standard kidnapper's statement, yet the person in front of him seemed completely oblivious.

"Sigh," Ji Bai even sighed, "I can tell from your appearance that you are... what's that word again, judging others by your own petty standards? Are you worried that if you're no longer of use, we'll kick you out? How could you have such a dangerous idea? We're not that kind of people."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the mocking laughter of others around him, as if they were about to dig a hole in him on the spot.

Another cold male voice rang in Wang Zhixuan's ear. The man said, "What the boss means is that even if you have any use, we will still discard you."

"Hey, hey, hey," Ji Bai retorted, "I didn't say that."

Wang Zhixuan gritted his teeth inwardly, seething with hatred, but he couldn't even muster a few expressions on his face.

He was actually somewhat relieved that he couldn't show too much emotion, and slowly said, "Didn't we make a deal? Didn't you promise you wouldn't hurt me?"

Unsurprisingly, he heard the man's extremely shameless voice.

"Oh, did I say that?"

Ji Bai paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, saying in his ear, "But you never told me that your aristocratic families could be used as fuel, right?"

Although the man spoke ambiguously, Wang Zhixuan still understood the implied meaning behind his words.

At this point, there's no point in pretending to be a fool.

"I was just trying to protect myself," Wang Zhixuan said. "That's only human nature, isn't it?"