[Very astute of Red. So astute, that the boy must've either been told...or he had been there when it happened.
The phantom could change its forms, couldn't it...?
Lu Meng turns a rage-filled glare onto Red.] How. Did you. Know? [A soft question, but filled with heat and hate. A blast of hot air whips up from behind him, and it'll blow into Red face-first with every intent to send the boy bowling backwards.
Perhaps that might be for the best, because some distance might be good from the furious, phantom-hating individual. Lu Meng's slowly getting to his feet, bottle tossed to the side, and he'll be advancing onto Red with one purpose in mind: seek and destroy this phantom. Even if it happens to take the form of a young boy, because unfortunately for Red the last ghost that left Lu Meng in literal pieces had been the vengeful spirit of a young girl.]
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The phantom could change its forms, couldn't it...?
Lu Meng turns a rage-filled glare onto Red.] How. Did you. Know? [A soft question, but filled with heat and hate. A blast of hot air whips up from behind him, and it'll blow into Red face-first with every intent to send the boy bowling backwards.
Perhaps that might be for the best, because some distance might be good from the furious, phantom-hating individual. Lu Meng's slowly getting to his feet, bottle tossed to the side, and he'll be advancing onto Red with one purpose in mind: seek and destroy this phantom. Even if it happens to take the form of a young boy, because unfortunately for Red the last ghost that left Lu Meng in literal pieces had been the vengeful spirit of a young girl.]