The sage was determined to die.

"I suspect there are two possibilities," Ji Bai said.

"What's possible?" Gongsun Yang asked.

Ji Bai held up two fingers, pondering the other person's imagination, and said, "You know the process of making a dish, right?"

Gongsun Yang, not understanding the reason, could only say tactfully, "I'm not good at cooking."

Even though he came from a small country, he was of noble birth, so why would he do things that only servants would do?

Ji Bai looked at him with a complicated expression. "You can't even do something this simple? At least you can eat, right?"

Gongsun Yang's face slowly flushed red as he asked, "...Is there a problem with this?"

Ji Bai frowned, slowly nodded, and said, "To give an analogy, the corpses we see that died of starvation are like a plate of braised pork. The corpses that other teams saw may not have died of starvation; they could very well have died in other ways, like a plate of boiled fish..."

Gongsun Yang: "..."

Does this person really have to give such an example?

Ji Bai raised two index fingers, placed side by side, and said, "This shows that these different corpses are in a parallel relationship, so this puzzle is not difficult to solve."

After saying that, he crossed his two index fingers together and continued, "The problem is that our fake corpses are food, while the other people's corpses are knives and firewood."

Gongsun Yang vaguely understood, yet was still puzzled: "Could you... say something that people could understand?"

Ji Bai looked at him speechlessly: "I've explained it so simply, don't you understand?"

Gongsun Yang: "..."

The two looked at each other in silence. After a while, Yan Ming, who had slipped away, stumbled back.

"Ji Bai." Yan Ming swallowed hard, calling the other person's name directly, his breathing slightly rapid. "Something strange has happened."

"What is it?"

Ji Bai grabbed the other man's wrist. Yan Ming wasn't that flustered, but his wrist trembled uncontrollably: "The faces of some of the corpses have changed."

Ji Bai's eyes slowly widened.

The next second, he quickened his pace.

"You said they were free to leave, and some people left very quickly—"

Yan Ming spoke quickly, his lips moving rapidly, saying, "No matter how you look at them, these corpses all have their own faces, right? After those people left, some of the corpses took on their faces."

"At first I thought it was my imagination."

Yan Ming rubbed his eyes and said, "But I had other people look at it, and they saw the same thing as me."

"……Um."

Ji Bai squatted down, lowered his head slightly to look at the corpses, which no longer had faces like his.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the corpse's face, neck, and abdomen. The sensation under his palm was no longer the fake gel, but real human skin.

—They didn't starve to death either.

"It's here."

Ji Bai's tone was flat, as calm as if he were collecting a debt he was destined to never get: "The real corpse replaced the fake one; they were killed."

"Of course they were killed," Yan Ming muttered to himself.

Ji Bai's fingertips were stained with fresh blood, which he had touched on the corpse's neck, but strangely, there was no wound there.

Ji Bai's voice was very soft: "It's a one-hit kill, a fatal blow."

Do you know who killed them?

Yan Ming twitched the corner of his mouth and looked away: "It's not that I'm afraid, after all, I have Wenxin. It's mainly that I'm worried about others."

Ji Bai sighed, thinking to himself that the relationships were indeed intertwined.

"I know, we're old friends."

Ji Bai said to Yan Ming, "That person might even think that the dead were people I sent to launch a sneak attack."

Yan Ming exclaimed, "Why?"

Ji Bai took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, but they were still not completely dry.

Ji Bai stared at Yan Ming and replied, "Because he's stupid. Stupid people are always very confident."

He paused, then added, "I didn't mean anything by it."

Yan Ming: "..."