Two enormous skulls rolled on the table, only stopping when they knocked over a porcelain teacup.
Chuyin suddenly startled, and Shi Qi's eyelid twitched. Scholar Zhu, however, was not flustered at all. He took out a toolbox from his backpack, sat down calmly, and put on a mask and rubber gloves.
He fiddled with the two severed heads with metal tweezers, examining them carefully.
The slightly smaller head bore the face of an old man. His skin was a sickly pallid color, and his eyes were lifeless. He had no hair or eyebrows; not even a trace of hair could be found in his skin's pores. Eight pairs of long, narrow fangs protruding from his lips proved his non-human status.
The slightly larger skull resembled the head of an ordinary mantis. It was translucent green, shaped like an inverted triangle, and had two antennae, two large transparent compound eyes, and a bizarrely shaped mandibulate mouthpart.
Green fluid still oozed from the severed neck.
