The sage was determined to die.

Looking at the trembling group, Ji Bai couldn't help but say, "It's just a small matter, what's there to panic about?"

The ground seemed to come alive again, a huge, black maw silently devouring everything, cracks like scars or fissures torn open in an abyss, as if invisible ghostly hands were crawling out.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Zhixuan's brain seemed to recall something, and a chaotic and tearing pain almost overwhelmed him.

"My...my head..." He gritted his teeth, desperately swallowing the rest of his words.

He seemed to be remembering something.

Seeing him like this, the hooded kidnapper said to him, "See, I told you, if it weren't for my protection, you, a patient, would probably have fallen down just now."

Yan Ming swallowed hard, his words filled with disbelief.

"What exactly is going on?"

Yan Ming turned to look at Ji Bai, and couldn't help but ask in shock, "This...this couldn't have been done by you, could it?"

Ji Bai rolled his eyes expressionlessly and said to him, "You think too highly of me."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ming's face showed a look of regret.

He's really sick. If Ji Bai had that kind of ability, why would he hang out with them?

Fortunately, Ji Bai didn't enjoy playing the riddle-maker. He shook his head slightly and then said to the group, "Didn't you notice?"

Before the others could answer, Ji Bai's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said to himself, "According to the path we just walked, there should still be an old tortoise's corpse here, but there is no corpse here right now."

Hearing him say that, even Yan Ming realized that something was wrong.

He opened his eyes slightly, his face full of surprise.

"Is it really that simple?" Yan Ming instinctively clutched his pocket, his voice filled with undisguised shock. "The loss of one corpse has caused such a massive disaster."

Upon hearing this, Ji Bai couldn't help but show a speechless expression.

He pondered for a moment and said, "If there are no surprises, the body should have been taken away by someone else."

After saying this, he couldn't help but turn to look at Wang Zhixuan, who looked completely bewildered. Unlike before, the other party was now holding his hand tightly, and there was no indication that he intended to let go.

Ji Bai thought for a moment, then said in a threatening tone, "You say you can't replace your uncle..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zhixuan, as if startled, said in a very rapid tone, "Don't even think about it, I don't actually know him at all."

After saying that, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

With a hint of helplessness in his eyes, he said, "From what you're saying, if my uncle... that turtle's corpse were completely burned, we should have received a fragment in return, right? Now that someone else has taken it, aren't you worried?"

"No rush," Ji Bai smiled. "I'm a pretty realistic person, and I take a very open-minded view of things. If it's something I can't have, then maybe it's just not meant for me. What's there to worry about? Hmm?"

For some reason, Wang Zhixuan felt as if he was being threatened again.

"I...I really have nothing left on me."

Wang Zhixuan's face was filled with bitterness, and he even offered a tactful suggestion: "How about I give you an IOU?"