Feng Cheng's face bore a mocking smile as he sighed and looked towards He Qing. Mingming's lips still had a trace of dark, eerie blood on them, yet his expression remained unapologetic, his upper body leaning carelessly against the wheelchair, unwittingly revealing a sinister air, "This is truly remarkable!"
"Unfortunately, I am the true master of this body, and what he can do is quite limited. Sometimes, I can actually remember that the only reason he did not let me devour the villagers' souls was because he harbored that slight hope, wishing you could still find this familiar place when you returned."
His expression was very indifferent.
Originally, his consciousness occupied the main position within the body. The Water Ghost could not distinguish whether he himself was Feng Cheng or not, but he knew in his heart that he was the person. Therefore, sometimes when he sensed the thoughts of the Water Ghost, he found them utterly irrational.
