"The green bat flies away and yet returns."
He Qing slapped his hands together in satisfaction, "I just got a new treasure, and I always felt it shouldn't go to waste. Look, it's as if the heavens have guided me, fitting perfectly atop your head. This bronze five bats, it too was once a cherished talisman of blessing."
However, Feng Cheng could no longer attend to these matters.
He had never been particularly strong, and his tolerance for pain was very weak. Normally, the Water Ghost would endure the pain for him, making it feel less terrible. But now that the two beings had separated, he truly felt the pain as if he were being sliced by thousands of knives.
Especially now, as a new soul, his sensitivity had greatly increased.
What does it feel like to have one's flesh torn from the body by the sharp fangs of two bats, bite after bite?
