He Qing truly hated the soul swapping between Feng Cheng and the Water Ghost, that tangled, entwined feeling. If it weren't for the drastic differences between their temperaments, she would have been utterly confused by their frequent switches.
However, that figure, devoid of any image of grace, rolling around on the ground dodging her palms… there was no doubt, it had to be the real Feng Cheng.
Feng Cheng rolled twice on the cold, dusty ground, covering himself with filth, but he paid no heed to his unkempt state. Instead, propping up his upper body, he pointed at the village chief's still bloody skull and shouted loudly at He Qing, "Look, you've killed someone!"
"My dad worked hard for this village his whole life and never did anything bad, yet you killed him... you must pay with your life!!!"
His words were harsh and his grief profound, yet between his brows and eyes, he couldn't hide a hint of satisfaction.
