Drip!
Drip!
Filth dripped down Zhu Dalong's trouser legs, drop by drop. Embarrassed, he tugged up his trousers and used spiritual qi to envelop the mess on his body, keeping it from giving off any more stench.
Yet the dripping continued.
Dense beads of liquid seeped out of the dead woman's scalp, running down her skull and hair. Before long, they had pooled across the floor.
"What... what's going on...?"
The entire room fell silent.
The establishment's proprietress hurried over. She was a curvaceous woman in her forties, dressed in a low-cut black V-neck top.
"Mr. Zhu, what are you...?"
She knew Zhu Dalong, too. He worked for the Federation Bureau of Investigation.
Zhu Dalong was just about to speak when the beautiful woman's head suddenly tilted on the floor. It writhed like a limp maggot, her neck seemingly devoid of bones, until her entire head had moved down to her abdomen.
Crack!
Crack!
A seam split open along her skull at the level of her ears. Moments later, it flipped open like the lid of a rice cooker.
Inside, her skull was filled with thick slurry.
"My head feels a little chilly. Could you close it for me?"
The corpse suddenly spoke.
Everyone went pale with fright, their muscles stiffening as they exchanged looks.
Just then, a black shadow shot out of the corpse's cranial cavity toward Zhu Dalong.
It moved with incredible speed, shooting straight for his eye socket.
"Whoosh-"
Zhu Dalong sneered, took out a lighter, and lit it. He blew on the flame, sending it jetting outward like a magic trick.
There were plenty of ordinary people here, so he dared not display any overly spectacular abilities. He could only resort to something that resembled a magic trick.
The black shadow froze in midair. Scorched by