Li Huowang held Hong Zhong's severed head in his hand, listening to Nangong's account of what happened with a look of shock.
After hearing the details, Li Huowang exclaimed in disbelief, "Just what is Hong Zhong exactly? Even with his head cut off, he can still run around!"
As he said this, Li Huowang paused, as if recalling something important, then quickly spoke up. "But, Sir Inspector, I did see someone from the Military Sect do something similar in Huo Shu—a headless man who wouldn't die. Maybe this trick of Hong Zhong's was stolen from them."
Hearing this, the Astrological Bureau's Taoist Inspector flicked his hand, and the head in Li Huowang's palm flew over to him, perched atop his hand like a pagoda.
The Taoist's mouth gaped open, revealing a row of rotten, uneven teeth as a wave of foul breath filled the air.
