Xing Chuan resurfaced again. He drew the gun on his waist and fired off shots all across the water, and the lake surface became calm again.

He gradually stopped and his expression became dull. He slowly walked back. His arms and legs were covered in bite marks and his trouser legs were torn into pieces. There seemed to be a chunk of meat torn away, and blood covered his entire body.

He walked back to the shore and stood there blankly. His wet hair covered his face and the gun fell out of his hand. He looked more like a water ghost than the water ghost in the lake.

“Harry…  I know that you hate me… but… I don’t have much time left… When I die… who else can… transform...