"What kind of filthy thing?"
Liu Zheng followed Iron Rust to the warehouse.
"You'll know when you take it down."
Iron Rust rummaged among a pile of tools, finally choosing a pair of pliers.
"Open your mouth."
It said.
Liu Zheng obeyed and opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.
Iron Rust stared at his teeth for a moment, clamped one with the pliers, and then twisted hard.
"Ah!"
A soul-tearing pain made Liu Zheng cry out, but what followed was a comfort like extracting a huge blackhead.
"This one is worth keeping."
Iron Rust admired the tooth for a while before placing it into a box encrusted with medals.
As soon as the tooth was placed inside, the box started shaking violently, with indistinct, indescribable sounds coming from it.
"Tell them to be quiet."
Iron Rust said.
As if receiving a command, the medals began to tremble, and the box emitted sounds of punching and kicking.
After quite a while, the box finally settled down.
