Lin Chuan's voice became sharp and shrill as if he was forcing the words out of his throat.
His features remained the same, but it was as if they had twisted into a completely different face.
Meng Chao's heart raced as he listened to the hysterical shouts. A strange thought appeared in his head.
'He's not Lin Chuan. Another soul has crept into Lin Chuan's brain, and it is the one speaking.'
Lu Siya also noticed the huge difference in Lin Chuan. She screamed, "You're not Lin Chuan! What are you, the White Spirit?! Lin Chuan, you're completely controlled by the White Spirit. These aren't your real thoughts! These are the thoughts of the White Spirit!"
Lin Chuan's face looked as if it had been sawed in half by an invisible chainsaw. On the left, he looked conflicted and confused, but on the right, he looked smug and ruthless. While he panted, he laughed savagely.