The Soul Searching Art was extremely famous, but Qu Jianlei had not delved deeply into it.
For one thing, there was very little related material. For another, according to legends from Shenzhou, frequent use of this technique affected the caster's mind.
He was quite curious how Paranoid had mastered such a method.
However, Paranoid's first soul search ended in failure... He directly destroyed that B-rank's consciousness.
Calling him an idiot would have been generous. Qu Jianlei felt that he had become nothing more than a vegetable.
Watching drool run uncontrollably from the B-rank's mouth, Paranoid merely muttered softly.
"I haven't used this in a long time. I didn't control my strength properly... I'll try again."
Unfortunately, trying again still produced no results.
The second unimportant B-rank still failed to explain things clearly even under Truth Serum, and another soul search actually caused a cerebral hemorrhage.
Qu Jianlei could not help sighing. "This one probably can't be saved either. The Laifaier Family has another way to die now."
Even with the Empire's medical standards, this condition would certainly prove fatal without prompt treatment.
In fact, the Empire had no particularly effective treatments for injuries involving the spiritual realm.
But Qu Jianlei's words made Paranoid somewhat unable to save face.
He chose the oldest A-rank. "This old fellow has lived long enough. He should know a bit more."
This guy was getting anxious! Qu Jianlei curled his lip at that.
You were around four hundred years old, and this body was already one hundred and sixty. Yet you called someone over a hundred and twenty an old fellow? Still, Paranoid had not guessed wrong. This person really did know Pierre's secrets.
After all, when he had been born, many people who knew Pierre had still been alive.
Although the old man was