His body started to rise and fall, as if he could breathe again.
The rises and falls grew bigger and bigger; it seemed like it was no longer just breathing.
The Phonograph exclaimed, "What's going on?"
Hong Ying watched for a moment, hurriedly grabbed an iron chain, and strangled "He Jiaqing" with it. "This is bad, this guy's about to blow!"
"Blow?" The Phonograph didn't understand why he would explode.
Hong Ying tightened the chain. "I can't be wrong. He's about to blow, just like someone hit by Passing Glance. Ask what you want, he won't last long."
The Phonograph asked, "What's your name?"
"He Jiaqing" answered, "My name is Qiu Daoyu."
The Phonograph asked again, "Why are you pretending to be He Jiaqing?"
"To become an Upper Clan person."
"You're from the Inner State?"
"Yes, now I'm an Upper Clan person."
Zhao Xiaowan didn't quite believe this man. The Inner State People's build wasn't supposed to be this size; they were much bigger than the People of Puluo State.
