Was this what they meant by "I grew up to become you"? Something Mr. Old Man Katon had once said about his father had actually appeared on his own face.
At that moment, Fu Qian still didn't move. He simply watched the changes in silence.
He had to admit, Mr. Old Man Katon's description had been pretty accurate. In the blink of an eye, it looked as if there were two faces there.
One was red, bloodred; the other was white as a corpse.
No ordinary person could do that. This was undoubtedly a supernatural transformation, and it was likely caused by what Fu Qian had just done.
Besides, it didn't seem to be entirely bad for Katon. As the bloodred face grew more and more ferocious, his own features, by contrast, began to settle.
As the contrast grew more pronounced, there came a moment when the bloodred face surpassed its host and began tearing itself free.
Even its illusory, blood-colored body was rapidly filling in with details, becoming more solid.
Creak—
When he sat up in bed and swung his legs down, the dilapidated mattress let out a sound of protest under the weight of two people.
"Why are you doing this to him?"
Before Fu Qian could greet him, the newly appeared figure was already staring over at him, demanding an answer.
It probably wasn't Mr. Old Man Katon in his youth, though the two shared a certain air.
So was this really Mr. Dawkins?
After receiving far too much hostility, Fu Qian paid it no mind and simply examined the figure.
He looked much younger than the old man, with a similarly gaunt face and a sharper gaze.
Another reason Fu Qian thought he was Katon's doctor father was the robe he wore. It was unmistakably