Milluki grabbed Bai Zhu by the collar and shoved him forward, forcing Bai Zhu into the middle of the living room.
"Let go, let go—let go! My wounds are going to split open!"
Milluki did not care about that. He stuck out a leg to trip him, glanced down at his waist, and his eyes rolled as he let out a sinister laugh.
"Where's that yo-yo of yours?"
Yo-yo? Oh, right. Why was the Pope being so quiet? Bai Zhu looked down.
Half a head hung beneath the hem of his clothes, swaying constantly with their movements.
There had not even been time to catch his breath earlier, and he had completely forgotten about the Pope.
He untied the golden rope left behind by Bakudō #4 and lifted the head.
Charred flesh covered most of its face. Its hair had burned away, and bone showed through one side of its ear.
Milluki released Bai Zhu's collar, leaned closer, and poked it.
"It's stiff!"
He turned the head halfway around and slapped it hard. The Pope's eyelids still did not move.
"Can this thing still be used? It's not dead, is it?"
"Wait."
Bai Zhu moved the head farther away and released Capital Fire Rack Annihilation.
The moment the seal vanished, fresh flesh began growing beneath the scorched shell. The head was visibly restoring itself, on the verge of growing a new body.
Bai Zhu hurriedly pressed two fingers together and pointed at the Pope's brow.
Golden patterns clasped down from its forehead. The outline of a newly formed chest was cut off, and the flesh beneath fell away, leaving behind a complete head.
The Pope opened its mouth and took several sharp breaths in a row.
"That scared me to death... scared me to death!"
Milluki stepped closer.
"It can