The body hadn't even been frozen. Judging by the blood flow, the skull must have been opened while he was still alive.
That was right. Apart from his dark brown hair matching the description, his features were impossible to make out. His skull had been forcibly pried open.
What lay exposed inside was even more unusual. There was none of the familiar red and yellow matter—only layer upon layer of thin, gray-white, scale-like tissue.
That was right. It had grown from the skull, layer by layer toward the inside, interwoven into a complex structure.
From a certain angle, it even looked a little like a pinecone.
Unfortunately, the pinecone had been shattered too, leaving behind nothing but empty hollows.
A strange mutation. Was this Ivan's doing?
Ignoring Head-Peeking Brother behind him, Fu Qian stepped forward to examine it closely.
It was certainly striking, but this was a world where Supernatural Power was an established fact. Compared with Head-Peeking Brother beside him, this change wasn't even all that extreme.
The problem was, with the inside of his head in this state, it was hard to imagine him doing things like running away from home or even visiting Art Prison.
So one very natural conclusion was that he had only become like this after coming here.
Which raised the next question: who had done it?
Who had turned him into this?
Old Hunter was undoubtedly a prime suspect. Fu Qian didn't believe an opponent with a title like that would be any kind of saint.
It was also quite possible that he was involved in Head-Peeking Brother getting to eat Ivan earlier.
The arrangements down here had clearly been made by Ivan, yet he had ended up dead and eaten. There had to be a reason.
The most likely explanation at present