The sage was determined to die.

The mother-in-law was dumbfounded during the heart-to-heart talk.

It's no wonder she was surprised; anyone who saw someone perform a tiger stabbing into the heart with zero frames would probably have the same expression.

Her tone was sharp: "Are you crazy? You have to pay a venue fee to commit suicide here!"

Ji Bai coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell.

Thus, in the eyes of the old woman who was talking to her, this colleague who tried to renege on the suicide fee had forcibly inserted Chen Ji's Wenxin into his own heart. It was clear that his method was clumsy, but extremely cruel.

This perfectly corroborates Ji Bai's so-called penchant for "tearing people apart."

After all, how could a pervert who can even harm himself possibly treat others gently?

The old woman watched coldly, not understanding Ji Bai's reckless behavior, but she had already decided how to collect his body.

A few quarters of an hour passed.

The old woman's body was never recovered during the heart-to-heart talk.

Ji Bai didn't turn to ashes like the guard who stole Wenxin before, nor was he as lively and energetic as the scholar who had just obtained Wenxin.

His handsome features were contorted in pain, his life force was visibly fading away, and he was curled up on the ground in agony, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, but he stubbornly suppressed the excruciating pain and did not cry out.

In his place, he dug claw marks into the ground, the dirt embedding into his fingernails, like an animal howling.

But most importantly, he didn't die.

The old woman heard a faint rustling sound, but it wasn't actually the wind; it was her own rapid breathing.

"You..." The old woman who was having a heart-to-heart talk didn't finish her sentence.

Ji Bai seemed unable to bear the pain any longer, and with two fingers together, he pulled hard and ripped out the Wenxin.

He discarded the precious literary talent like trash, leaving it lying alone on the ground, covered in dust.

Ji Bai stood up shakily, his face pale, but his movements were natural. He raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "See? This is my evidence."

"How did you do that?" the old woman asked, suppressing her curiosity.

Ji Bai slightly raised his chin and said smugly, "So you want to know? Are you begging me?"

The old woman gritted her teeth and squeezed out a single word: "Please."

Unexpectedly, Ji Bai did not continue to mock her. His naturally upturned lips fell, and his eyes were dark and unfathomable: "I previously bypassed the rules and killed a candidate in the area I was responsible for guarding."

Ji Bai licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Although killing him was very difficult, the result is satisfactory."

"After killing him, I obtained what belonged to him. Although this thing cannot allow me to use Wenxin's abilities, even if I forcibly integrate with Wenxin, I will not die for a while."

Logically speaking, with Ji Bai's naturally gifted appearance, gaining the trust of others should not be a difficult task.

However, his affected and exaggerated acting skills make up for this point quite well.

However, nothing is more eloquent than facts.

The mother-in-law hesitated, mentally considering many tactful and even ingratiating ways to ask, before finally speaking: "Is killing someone enough? Is killing just one person enough?"

Ji Bai rolled his eyes.

"Of course not."

Ji Bai sneered, reverting to his usual sarcastic tone.

"Do you think I'd tell you my secret so easily?"

As the old woman talked, her eyes darted around, her mind playing out every word Ji Bai had said and every expression that had flashed across his face, from the moment he appeared on camera.

After a long pause, the old woman asked definitively, "The person you killed, wasn't his name Ji Bai?"

Ji Bai took a deep breath.

I finally got her to say those words.