In the time it took to say those few sentences, Meng Qi had transformed himself into Ji Tao, drenched in blood and his face marred by savage scars. The scars worked to conceal any discrepancies in their appearance. Apart from someone who shared Ji Tao's marriage bed, or knew the intimacies of his breath, hardly anyone would be able to see through the disguise.
"You all each disguise yourselves as them, and these people..." Meng Qi pointed at the four corpses on the ground. His voice was hoarse like he had severely injured. He even sounded like Ji Tao.
