This was very much Gospel.
Kindling spirituality and accumulating madness were precisely the effects of the Mother of Gospel's authority.
The clarity in the Old Man's eyes at that instant, followed by his collapse, almost perfectly reflected those two effects.
In Fu Qian's view, in his final moments, the Old Man had nearly transcended instinct and regained his reason.
He was no longer merely a reflection of death. By his own will, he had glimpsed death.
But the price was enormous. It was like hearing the Way in the morning and dying in the evening. The next moment, his very existence began to collapse at a rate hundreds or thousands of times faster than before.
"What exactly are you doing?"
Unfortunately, that was merely Fu Qian's flattering description of his actions as the one in control. The observer clearly didn't see it that way. Lady Selena finally couldn't hold back her question.
"Are you making sure he can't speak again? He's clearly collapsing faster—"
But the malicious speculation was cut short halfway through, as if she'd been stunned by something.
Laurie's upper body had almost completely collapsed, and what showed beneath his skin wasn't just the same emerald glow as before. Freed from its restraints, it stretched and writhed into a bizarre shape.
"Try to get him to tell us more."
Only then did Fu Qian casually reply.
Making the corpse speak without words?
He certainly had the air of a necromancer.
When Selena realized Fu Qian had no intention of stabilizing Laurie's mental state before questioning him—instead, he'd simply blown him into fireworks to see what would happen—she was clearly shaken by the ruthless interrogation technique.
For a moment, she even copied Fu Qian, watching the shifting shape of that ghostly glow, afraid she might miss something.
Unfortunately,