Zhou Zishu replied, “Yes, he did. When he took the map he drew and brought people on a second trip to find it once more, not a single one returned.”

Wen Kexing cast a grave look at Ye Baiyi’s squatting figure, and lowered his voice even more. “If even…have perished here, do you think that this old glutton is reliable?”

Zhou Zishu was about to speak, but before he could even make a sound, Ye Baiyi had stood up and turned his head back at them, saying coldly, “The rest of this journey is treacherous. If you don’t wish to die, step in my footprints.”

Zhou Zishu scratched his nose. Ye Baiyi cast a look at him and scoffed. “An expert in the art of the vanishing door? If their leader is already this incapable, can his subordinates not be rice bins[15]?”

He turned and walked off immediately once he was done speaking.

The facial expressions of those three which included Zhou Zishu were very odd--anyone who had witnessed Old Senior Ye’s appetite with their own eyes, and then heard him call someone a “rice bin” with their own ears would have an odd expression on their face as well.

However, odd expressions were one matter; apart from Zhang Chengling, neither of these two adults were people who could not discern what was important from the trivial, and they immediately followed Ye Baiyi. Zhang Chengling glimpsed that there were more and more carcasses of various animals by the roadside, and felt that this place was gloomy and sinister. After walking for a while, he even saw a few sets of human bones, with the heads all separated from the bodies. They looked very terrifying, and, trembling, he asked Zhou Zishu, “Shifu, the person we’re looking for, why does he want to live in a place like this?”

Zhou Zishu turned his head to the side to glance at him, and said, “How would I know? In a vast jungle, there will be birds of any kind.”

Zhang Chengling carefully stepped over a segment of human femur, and could not help but ask, “He lives somewhere so isolated, and created so many traps that every step he takes is heart-pounding. What if he gets lost too when he makes a trip out of here? Isn’t this like putting a mousetrap under your own bed?”

Finding his words strange, Zhou Zishu questioned, “Putting a mousetrap under your own bed?”

Zhang Chengling said, “One time, when I was a kid, mice got into my room. I couldn't catch them no matter what I tried, so I put two mousetraps under my bed and went to sleep. But I forgot all about them the next morning, stepped on the traps, and got my toes fractured by the mousetraps.”