Indeed!
Fu Qian wasn't surprised at all as he looked at the revolver on the ground.
It was apparent that Nate had just tried to shoot himself, just as he had done to Herrom.
It's just a pity that I am not like that man.
Fu Qian shook his head.
The finger on the trigger of the revolver was still trying to pull it.
Yet, it had already been so fragile that it broke into two pieces with the slightest effort, and continued to crumble into a pile of powder.
It wasn't just the severed hand; Nate's body was suffering the same fate.
The old fellow, who had just mentioned how warm it was, was now shedding skin and flesh from his body continuously.
The contamination from the Demigod's remains was not something that would simply be fine once cleansed.
As a Mortal, his body had become a battlefield for the clash of two forces and could no longer bear the burden.
Now, unable to hold up, he was starting to collapse, and the severed arm on the ground was a result of that.