Hearing the dull thud behind him, He Xi returned to the room.
He slowly walked over to Serina's corpse and crouched down.
Her eyes were still open, frozen in an expression tangled with venomous resentment and disbelief.
This time, it should work, right?
As he thought, He Xi took an ancient hand mirror from his backpack.
He aimed its reflective surface at Serina.
In an instant, an invisible pulling force emanated from the mirror.
A translucent luminous mist slowly seeped from Serina's corpse and drifted toward the mirror.
Only then did He Xi let out a breath of relief.
At the wedding just now, when the oracle masquerading as Annis had been cleaved to death by Zander's axe, He Xi had secretly tried to make the mirror absorb his soul as well.
But whether because the other person lacked intense emotions or for some other unknown reason, the mirror had shown no reaction at all.
That was why, before killing Serina, he had deliberately said, "I lied to you"—to stir up her hatred in the final instant before her death.
Although Trist knew the [Detect Thoughts] spell, it consumed no small amount of magic, and its effectiveness was affected by whether the target's will was resolute.
During the interrogation just now, Trist had merely raised his hand a few times to threaten her. He had not actually cast the spell.
Besides, he was not Flora. He could only judge through the target's subconscious whether they "believed themselves" to be lying, rather than directly read their specific thoughts.
And since He Xi was not sure whether the mirror would work one hundred percent of the time, he had tried to ask everything that needed asking.
He did not know whether she had secretly concealed any details while answering.
Feeling the magical