The sage was determined to die.

Before long, Ji Bai watched as his clothes changed continuously, eventually becoming a set of hemp clothes that looked like they came from a poor family.

He blinked, and his clothes quickly returned to normal.

Their positions shifted; the muddy ground beneath their feet became relatively flat. Fragmented thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked at the girl beside him and suddenly blurted out, "Is this cosplay?"

The girl's face darkened, and she seemed bewildered by his nonsensical ramblings, wanting to ignore them: "What are you talking about?"

"Role-playing?" Ji Bai tapped his head with his finger and said to the girl, "It seems like I have a lot of memories in my head that don't belong to me."

"Well……"

The girl turned her gaze away and walked to the side first. She ignored Kuai Bai and simply said to herself, "This should be Wen Xin's examination room."

"What's the exam about?" Ji Bai started to lie through his teeth, saying, "I have a feeling there's more than one Wenxin here."

A look of obvious surprise flashed in the girl's eyes, and she blurted out, "How did you know?"

Realizing she had spoken out of turn, she covered her mouth with her hand, hummed in agreement, and changed the subject, saying, "This literary spirit is rather wicked. Every time it appears, it takes pleasure in tormenting people... It has no purpose other than torment. The more pain the examinee suffers, the more excited it becomes."

Ji Bai was silent for a moment, then spoke up: "What masochist?"

The girl didn't understand him. She remained silent at first, then suddenly spoke, staring directly at him with a sarcastic tone: "You're her friend. I don't understand what you're saying, but she does, so you side with her and protect her. But have you ever considered that she can maintain her innocence because I'm helping her do those despicable things?"

Ji Bai hadn't expected her to say that. He looked at her struggling expression, his gaze as clear as ever: "Despicable?"

"Come with me."

……

It was the same two people, still spying.

Ji Bai squatted down, looking at the girl with a different soul, and couldn't help but ask, "Do we really have to spy on her from this angle?"

The girl sat there with her knees slightly bent. Fortunately, it wasn't her own body. She didn't mind the dirty ground and looked at Ji Bai sarcastically, saying, "These are two people I randomly picked. They are brothers."

Ji Bai turned his head and looked over. He didn't recognize or know the two people in front of him, but they were obviously familiar with each other. In front of them was a light screen. The light screen had just clearly told them that this round of assessment was to show pain. The more pain they showed, the higher the probability of obtaining the Wenxin.

The place they were in was not a torture chamber. In front of them were only a rope, a basin of water, and a thick sheet of paper.

"Is this water torture?" Ji Bai looked at the girl.

"No, these are clearly just sheets of paper."

Looking at the two brothers struggling with their expressions, the girl said, "I even prepared pens for them. Although they are locked up here, they can get out as long as they write down their surrender on paper."

Ji Bai shook his head and said, "The opportunity is right in front of us; this is not a choice."

...This is certainly not a multiple-choice question.

The two brothers were not bookworms; with Wenxin's opportunity so close, how could they possibly give it up so easily?

The older brother hesitated for a moment, then said to his younger brother, "...If I can't hold on, I'll give up. Let's try, little brother."