Alright then...
He’s been dead less than seven days, so most of his own consciousness should still be intact. When you fuse with him, do NOT try to wipe out his mind!
Got it!
So, Lily Bai cast her spell, drawing Old Turtle’s demonic soul out of the array and placing it into Eric Lan’s body.
After a while, Eric Lan stood up and called out, “Spirit Empress! I’m back.”
Where’s Eric Lan?
Already fused," Eric Lan said. "Memories fused."
Lily Bai nodded and took him along with her.
...
At the secret detention site, Shaun Fane’s face was twisted with fear. He made incoherent noises, kept backing away, and finally hit the wall with nowhere left to run.
Are you really that scared of me? Eric Lan smiled like a little angel. I’m so cute, all my fans adore me. What’s there to be afraid of?
Y-you… you’re a ghost… Help! Ghost…
I’m not a ghost, really! Eric Lan frowned. I’m a real, living person! If you don’t believe me, touch me—I’m warm.
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Shaun Fane’s hand.
Shaun Fane let out a miserable scream.
Hey! Eric Lan let go of him. You were pretty ruthless when you shot at me—so why are you such a coward now?
Shaun Fane shrank back desperately, wishing he could sink into the wall.
Talk. Lily Bai asked calmly. Who is the Prophet? Where is he? What did he do to Evan Lan?
Hearing this, Shaun Fane suddenly wasn’t so scared anymore.
He suddenly realized this Eric Lan might be a disguised impostor, here to trick him into confessing.
How could anyone come back to life after dying?
He was clever—he thought this, but kept his face scared. He shivered and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let me go! Please, let me go…”
Eric Lan glanced back at Lily Bai.
Lily Bai raised an eyebrow. “Are you really this useless now? Can’t even get a word out, and you have to look at me?”
Eric Lan smiled like a spring breeze. “Not that bad. I just wanted to ask—where can I get a big barrel?”
I’ll have Max Mo find one for you.
Lily Bai went out and had Max Mo find a big barrel.
Then they filled it halfway with clear water.
Shaun Fane looked confused, not understanding what they were doing.
Hmm...' Eric Lan mused. 'I once read a news story about a careless mom who accidentally bathed her kid in boiling water. When she pulled the child out, the skin came off. I thought—wow, that must’ve hurt!'
Lily Bai nodded. Of course it hurt. That parent was way too careless.
What do you think, Young Master Fane? Do you think it would hurt? Eric Lan asked.
Shaun Fane looked at the barrel of water, then at Eric Lan, thinking they were just trying to scare him. He refused to fall for it and stayed silent.
Say something! If you don’t talk, I’ll boil you in the barrel! Eric Lan threatened.
What do you want me to say? I don’t understand you! Eric Lan was killed by terrorists. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him? Shaun Fane demanded.
Eric Lan smiled and waved his hand.
With a slap of spiritual force, Eric Lan sent Shaun Fane flying through the air and into the barrel.
Shaun Fane was stunned, clutching his swollen, pig-like face, his eyes dazed as he stared at Eric Lan.
Talk.
Shaun Fane was still trying to figure out how he’d ended up in the barrel.
He was sure he’d been standing far from the barrel just moments ago.