"Where's my head?"
Hearing Li Huowang's question, Li Sui thought he was talking to himself and hurriedly answered, "Dad, I know! It fell on the ground back in the city. Should we go back and pick it up?"
Li Sui's words seemed to drain the last bit of life from Li Huowang. His body went limp, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground.
"Dad? Dad, what's wrong?" Li Sui worriedly nudged Li Huowang's corpse with her tentacles, but she received no response. She didn't understand why her dad had stopped moving.
Was it because he didn't have a head? But Dad didn't have a head before, either, and he still ran such a long way. That couldn't be the reason.
Just then, Li Sui noticed that the little toy her dad had given her was stirring.
She used a tentacle to pull out the small leather man. As soon as it hit the air, it began to grow, quickly reaching the height of a person. Its face was a perfect copy of Li Huowang's, but its body was deflated, consisting of just a thin layer of skin.
