Bai Qi's right arm was chopped off and fell to the floor. The syringe in his hand dropped onto the carpet too, making no sound and remaining intact.
His entire face instantly contorted in pain, yet he managed not to make a sound.
Zhao Xun's gaze lingered on the stump of Bai Qi's arm, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"You experimented on yourself?" he asked Bai Qi.
Although he phrased it as a question, he was already fairly certain of his guess.
Bai Qi's blood was dark red and thick, trickling slowly from the wound.
Compared to a normal person's blood, it was darker and more viscous.
Moreover, even with his arm severed, there was no arterial spray, only a slow, slight bleed.
It looked far too similar to the condition of that Provisional Zombie King in the cemetery.
Considering Bai Qi's personality, it was hardly surprising that he would be crazy enough to experiment on himself.
Bai Qi's brows remained tightly knitted, as though he had yet to recover from the pain.
He merely stared intently at Zhao Xun, seemingly afraid Zhao Xun would disappear again. He neither spoke nor moved.
Zhao Xun looked displeased. Just as he was wondering how to make Bai Qi obediently answer his questions, he slapped his forehead.
Right. Obedience.
He knew Hypnosis now.
Making someone obey would be easy.
Damn it. He hadn't used his new ability much yet and kept forgetting about it.
Zhao Xun raised a finger and gently waved it before Bai Qi's eyes.
Bai Qi's gaze instantly turned vacant.
"You must answer every question I ask next truthfully, without concealing anything." After saying this, Zhao Xun snapped his fingers.
Bai Qi's eyes refocused and returned to normal, looking no different than usual.
"Did you inject yourself with the zombie virus?"