Raphael burst out laughing when he heard the warning from the Underworld Daoist's phantom.
Only when he had nearly laughed himself to tears did he say, "How did I manage to imagine idiots like you? The real Audrey would never hand me poison. And if the Audrey in front of me really did hand me poison, it would only be poison given to me by a phantom, so the poison would be fake too.
"No matter how you look at it, there's nothing wrong with drinking this cup of poison."
Audrey was naturally pleased that Raphael trusted her so much, though she did not show it.
At the same time, she marveled at how clear his logic remained, even though he seemed quite mad now.
Then, after a brief "diagnosis," Audrey could not help frowning again. She discovered that Raphael's current condition was not a psychological illness. She could not even explain what was causing it.
Raphael muttered to himself for a while, took a deep breath, and swallowed the potion in one gulp.
Audrey immediately retreated several dozen meters. She did not quite understand why Raphael wanted to advance while in such poor condition, nor did she know why his condition had suddenly deteriorated so badly. All she could do now was give her utmost to help him pull through if he showed signs of losing control.
But things did not develop as Audrey had expected. After drinking the potion, Raphael immediately turned into a puddle of black liquid. Yet the puddle looked perfectly stable, without any signs of losing control.
Raphael was unaware of the changes to his body. His consciousness had once again entered a bewildered state.
Raphael stared blankly at the boundless black waves before him. They were freezing cold, and something seemed to tug at