Amazing. The Wise Dead's intelligence was still increasing?
The fire Fu Qian had mentioned was naturally the same burning force that had appeared on the bats from the very beginning.
As it turned out, it wasn't an exception. Similar marks could be seen on both the old man and the Minotaur.
Most were the marks left by burning, while a few still showed flickering flames.
It felt like a mark shared by all living beings in this place.
The bats belonged to Lady Selena, but did the flames belong to the God of Death?
That seemed to offer a new explanation for the fire bats he'd seen at the beginning.
Yet the old man's answer to Fu Qian's question was utterly subversive.
It had only appeared recently?
In that case, it didn't seem like something that could be attributed to the God of Death.
And, as expected of the Wise Dead, the old man had apparently never believed that he and Fu Qian were the same kind.
"So when did you start burning?"
Fu Qian's expression didn't change in the slightest as he calmly continued asking questions.
He'd thought he'd hidden it well, but when he looked up, he found himself already under a meaningful gaze. What a shocking reversal.
Still, on the one hand, it was a classic horror-movie scene; on the other, it wasn't really unexpected for Fu Qian.
As he'd said earlier, what he cared about most had always been the old man's mental state.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have casually introduced himself as one of their kind at first, only to make no effort to avoid the subject in their later conversations.
For instance, when asking about the dead, he'd always referred to them as "you."
And he hadn't even bothered to pretend, let alone fake a