The sage was determined to die.

"Something's wrong with these corpses," Chu Ze suddenly said.

"They're all fake, of course something's not right." Chu Xi said, puzzled.

Chu Ze shook his head. He was still wearing those gloves, meticulous but not refined. He casually picked up a few leg bones, pointed to one of them, and said to his younger brother, "This one was burned to death."

Chu Xi nodded, not understanding what was going on.

Chu Ze's face remained expressionless as he continued, "These corpses died in completely different ways: some were burned, some drowned, some were stabbed, some suffocated..."

As Chu Xi listened, she felt a chill run down her spine: "They're all fake corpses, why make the way they died so different?"

"No," Chu Ze said to him, "Didn't you notice? These corpses were all killed by scholars."

He picked up a few broken bone fragments, placed them in his palm, and said to Chu Xi, "The cuts on these bone fragments are almost all the same size. Ordinary people couldn't do that, but Wenxin's power can."

"...Why set it up like this?" Chu Xi felt inexplicably irritated. "Is it deliberately designed to disgust people?"

Chu Ze suddenly fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyelashes slightly to conceal a hint of emotion in his eyes, and suddenly said, "I think it shouldn't be."

"Aish, quite a few commoners die at the hands of scribes every year."

Chu Xi instantly understood what the other person meant.

Just because others don't know doesn't mean they won't understand.

Wenxin is not so easy to control. Sometimes it is like a foreign heart, which will gradually cause severe rejection while Zhan Haikong is also being treated.

Everyone who can fully utilize the essence of literature has gone through countless rounds of practice.

The cheapest training partners are, of course, ordinary people.

In years of famine, a peck of rice could buy three lives.

For scholars who are just beginning to develop their literary talent.

What training subject could be cheaper than a human life?

So they were burned, drowned, and torn to pieces by knives.

"Brother, you mean..." Chu Xi changed her words, "the fake corpses here are just those consumables?"

"Maybe."

Chu Ze rubbed his temples, then said without hesitation, "I was just wondering, what's the point of handling so many corpses?"

"What kind of literary sentiment are these corpses connected to?"

……

"This Wenxin must be of a very high grade," Ji Bai suddenly said.

Ji Bai suddenly sighed, and seeing that no one responded, he gave Gongsun Yang a few suggestive glances, and then coughed as if to cover it up.

"...I think so too," Gongsun Yang could only say.

"But no matter what kind of literary talent it is, I will get it."

After making that boast, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Of course, I'll keep an eye out for suitable candidates."

...Why does this guy always talk about Wenxin as if she were his own?

Gongsun Yang gave a polite smile, but in his mind he was making other plans.

"I feel like something's missing."

Ji Bai murmured in a barely audible voice, "An event should always have a complete cause and effect. These corpses, whether as cause or effect, are too simplistic, like just one link in the chain."

Where are the other ring roads?

Ji Bai suddenly looked at Gongsun Yang and asked, "Aren't there any other traces?"

Gongsun Yang shook his head and said, "This seems to be a separate area. I haven't seen anyone else since I came in."

"We're the only team here."

Gongsun Yang clearly realized something was wrong and said, "Could it be that they...?"

Ji Bai nodded.

"They should be facing the other rings."

A question mark appeared above Gongsun Yang's head.