The head soaking in the water was faced up, eyes bulging, eyelids retracted, looking dreadfully eerie. The flesh on the cheeks ballooned grotesquely, and the black veins were like serpents embedded in the skin.
With a tilt of his head, Tang Ye reached out a hand to grab the hair of the head, intending to lift it up. However, as soon as he exerted a bit of force, there was a hissing sound. The scalp was easily ripped off by Tang Ye, and blood mixed with a white, unidentified substance began to drip gradually into the nauseating pool of water in the sink.
Tang Ye was at a loss. The head had soaked in the water for too long, the skin and flesh had loosened, falling apart at the slightest touch. Seeing that, he had no choice but to grab it with his hand.
