This was a very conventional set of villain interrogation lines, and Lu Yuan did not have much interrogation experience either, so he simply used them anyway.
In any case, as he saw it, as long as he could dig out clues, it did not matter what method he used.
"I-I don't know either!" the heretic stammered in a panic. "I just came here with them!"
Lu Yuan's expression grew gloomier by the fraction.
"You know nothing? Then why play the heretic?"
The hand Lu Yuan had clamped over his head suddenly exerted force.
The heretic could clearly feel his skull being crushed bit by bit, the excruciating pain mixed with the crisp, muffled cracking of bone rising from his head.
"I'll talk! I know a little! I know a little!"
The strength in Lu Yuan's hand abruptly eased by a fraction.
The heretic gasped heavily, taking a long time to recover, his voice still trembling.
"I really don't know how they found this camp, but I do know why we had to kneel and worship that corpse."
"In the Holy Sovereign's estate, the Wanderers are a kind of termite that cannot be eradicated."
"They do not accept the Holy Sovereign's protection, nor are they willing to accept the Holy Sovereign's grace; they are thorough and absolute heretics."
"Even if they die, they will not become a part of the Holy Sovereign's estate."
"Therefore, therefore we must perform the Purification Ritual in order to transform them into the subjects of the Holy Sovereign, or rather, to completely dispel them."
"That's all I know. Don't kill me."
Lu Yuan looked at the man before him. Once his fanatical devotion completely faded away, reason reclaimed the high ground, leaving behind nothing more than the cowardly face of someone terrified of death.
A flash