How Many are The Fallen Flowers?

The opening to the armoury looks like the entrance to death rather than a haven to save the country. Perhaps it’s both. He can’t even see a flicker of light from within as he approaches and something inside him sinks. The emotion prickles at him, too unfamiliar, and he pushes it aside in favour of gritting his teeth and preparing to retrieve the bodies. “Smells stale,” Wu Xi comments from behind him and Ye Baiyi nods, allowing his eyes to adjust to the low light.  “You’ll have to carry out Qin Huaizhang’s disciple,” he tells him in a low tone, trying not to let his words reach Jing Beiyuan. “We’ll take the other brat between us.” Less upsetting for him that way, given his friendship with Zhou Zishu. Ye Baiyi expects to find death when they make their way to the armoury and for him to follow those good-for-nothing brats to the netherworld not long after. He's not expecting to be saddled with the most crazed murderers he's come across, two of whom are sickening together. At least this way he won't have to face Chengling's tear-strewn face.