Fuck. Zhang Yuanqing cursed inwardly.
At that moment, in his sea of consciousness, a halo radiating gentle warmth slowly pulsed.
The halo came from the lie-detecting tool in his hand.
The principle behind lie-detecting tools was actually very simple. First, they observed you—using mental fluctuations, microexpressions, breathing, pores, even adrenaline secretion—to determine whether you were lying.
Second, they controlled you—using a higher level of power to force you to be unable to lie.
The representative ability of the former was a Scout's Insight.
The representative ability of the latter was the Tiger Tally Zhang Yuanqing had encountered before.
The lie-detecting tool before him belonged to the first category, but unlike Insight, it entered the sea of consciousness to observe the spirit body.
Therefore, this situation could not be transferred to Little Doubi. Only the second type of mental control ability could be transferred.
Essentially, that halo had done nothing to him. It was merely observing him.
Zhang Yuanqing now had no choice but to face a problem: if he avoided the dean's question, Insight would expose the flaw.
If he lied, the little brown horn would identify it.
The consequence would be that all their gains had to be handed over to the Hundred Flowers Society and headquarters in exchange for rewards and merit.
As his thoughts raced, a cool voice rang out:
"I was with him the entire time last night. We can vouch for each other."
It was Zhao Chenghuang.
This second-generation spiritual practitioner from the Taiyi Sect was utterly indifferent in both expression and tone. Under everyone's gaze, he snatched the little horn from Zhang Yuanqing's hand and said, "I didn't kill Xia Chaoxue. Her death had nothing to do with me."
The students and teachers immediately looked at the little brown horn.
It was dark and