Chapter 432

"There's no need to ask further; let's go straight for the most important information—see if we can restore his memories."

Xu Jingming said coldly.

Memories are the most important component of a human being, and this holds true for psychics as well.

Once memory restoration begins, it will inevitably inflict severe damage on Lu Qi's mental force, possibly turning him into an idiot outright!

But for such a traitor, Xu Jingming would never show any mercy.

"Alright, understood."

Li Xiang nodded, his mental force surging violently, directly flooding into Lu Qi's mind!

Lu Qi let out a muffled groan, his previously vacant eyes tightly shut in agony.

"When Brother Xiang was in the Public Security Bureau, he often encountered this situation—restoring memories shouldn't be too hard."

Feeling Li Xiang's almost visibly powerful mental force, Lin Hui couldn't help speaking up.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jingming also nodded slightly.

The mental force of a psychic type is entirely different from that of an elemental type.

In terms of raw power alone, the mental force of a fifth-rank lower-tier psychic.

Might even be stronger than that of a fifth-rank peak elemental psychic!

But since psychic-type psychics cannot manipulate elemental energy,

their formidable mental force can only be used this way—primarily on the conscious level.

Of course,

on Blue Star, psychic abilities are as numerous as stars, and there exists a type of psychic.

Who can use mental force to control daggers and launch supersonic attacks, with equally terrifying combat power.

But Xu Jingming has never encountered such a type of psychic so far...

"Danger! It's a trap!"

Just as Xu Jingming was silently pondering, Li Xiang's expression suddenly changed.

Immediately, Lu Qi's face twisted in agony, his ability activating unconsciously as his blood qi surged wildly!

His entire muscular body swelled like a balloon, then—BOOM! —exploded!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!...

Bones and flesh shot out like machine-gun bullets, carrying terrifying energy, spraying violently in all directions!

This was the self-explosion of a强化系 psychic whose blood qi had boiled over without release!

The power was extremely formidable—if left unchecked, even slightly weaker individuals like Xia Lan and Du Wan would suffer serious injuries!

Just as the two women's faces paled slightly, a loud hum rang out, and a violent golden lightning burst into view.

Forming a spherical barrier that contained all the explosion's shockwaves within.

In an instant, the golden lightning sphere was already crimson, thick with the stench of blood.

"What happened? Why did he explode?" Xu Jingming frowned slightly.

Mental-level manipulation shouldn't be capable of blowing an entire person apart like this.

"It's a trap."

Li Xiang's expression was also grim: "The psychic who erased his memories planted a mental force seed inside his mind.

When I tried to restore his memories, that seed was triggered, causing his self-explosion.

Moreover, this mental force seed likely has surveillance capabilities.

After activation, it transmits Lu Qi's recent memories back to its master.

Which means—we've already been exposed to the killer's group..."

Li Xiang's expression was solemn.

Each combat technique constructs a unique mental force seed; during his years in the Public Security Bureau,

he had encountered nearly all known types of mental force seed structures.

But the structure of the mental force seeds used by Myanmar psychics was completely unknown to him—that's why he fell for it...

"The Blood痕 mercenaries being compromised means the group that attacked the martial arts school will know.

Our exposure was inevitable—it's not a big problem.

But the only lead, Lu Qi, is dead—that's troublesome.

Fortunately, we still have someone who can speak to the dead..."

Xu Jingming turned to Du Wan: "Alright, it's your turn, Du Wan—pull out his soul!"

Xu Jingming's eyes held a faint glimmer of anticipation.

He had never seen what a psychic's soul looked like.

"Hmm..."

Under the oppressive, brilliant golden dragon eyes of Xu Jingming, Du Wan trembled slightly.

Her already low-hanging head sank even lower as she stepped forward toward the lightning sphere.

Xu Jingming also stirred slightly, and the violent lightning vanished.

Instantly, the bones and flesh inside were swept onto the ground with a soft whoosh.

Any ordinary girl, seeing this horrifying sight, would likely have run off to vomit.

But although Du Wan was shy and introverted, aside from her pale cheeks, she showed no other abnormal reaction.

"Soul Summoning!"

Her red lips moved slightly as she raised her hands slightly; a faint glow erupted from her body!

Hum~~~

Just a few breaths later, a phantom figure was summoned from the pile of flesh and blood.

It was unmistakably Lu Qi, who had just died!

"So this is the soul of an adept?" Xu Jingming's eyes lit up.

Under the passive perception of the SS-rank combat technique 'Mind Net,' it was a pure aggregation of spiritual energy.

No heartbeat, no breath...

"If a fifth-rank mid-tier adept can have a soul like this after death, how powerful must the soul of a ninth-rank Martial Saint be?"

"Could a body even die, yet the soul still exist independently?" Xu Jingming's gaze flickered.

The body ages and decays, but the soul does not.

Would merely existing as a soul not be another form of immortality?

Also, the ancient civilization's ruins belonged to the Second Civilization Era.

Back then, adepts had reached their peak, and the number of ninth-rank adepts was certainly far greater than today.

Yet they still perished — yet if so many strong ones died,

could some souls have survived, lingering all the way to today?

At this moment, through this soul, Xu Jingming thought of many things.

"These ideas certainly aren't unique to me."

Some adepts must have already begun researching them — I just haven't reached that level yet."

"It seems I'm still too weak, not at that tier..."

Shaking his head, Xu Jingming did not dwell on it, and turned his gaze back to Du Wan.

At this moment, she had already begun communicating with Lu Qi's soul.

Without a body, Lu Qi could not speak — yet the fluctuations generated by his soul were understandable to everyone.

Yet after questioning him, little useful information was gained.

Due to the loss of those memories, Lu Qi could no longer recall what those people looked like.

"Do you have any suspects? Or could it have been some faction?"

Du Wan asked softly, transmitting the meaning into Lu Qi's soul with her spiritual force.

"Bl... Black Lion Guild." The soul-form of Lu Qi spoke slowly, as if delayed, in broken fragments.

This was due to excessive spiritual force depletion during his self-explosion.

"Black Lion Guild?" Xu Jingming's eyes lit up.

Finally, a lead!

Immediately imitating Du Wan's method, he asked with spiritual force: "Why? Why do you think so?"

"Before the incident, the Black Lion Guild seemed to have some business conflict with our martial arts school."

"But since I wasn't handling it, I don't know the details."

Lu Qi's soul replied blankly.

This made Xu Jingming frown, feeling helpless.

Thus, he would still have to find clues himself...

PS: Second chapter~~~