Zheng exhaled as he heard the familiar sound. He took two steps forward but then jumped back instantly. A faint mark appeared on his face. Something shot out from the man’s sleeves at his head. Luckily he had a strong sense for danger and backed off immediately. Though that thing still left a mark on his face.
(He’s not dead. No blood. Still standing there. The force from the bullet would have knocked the person’s whole body away. How is here still there?)
Zheng didn’t want to get near the headless body. He stared at the body then noticed something moving through peripheral vision. The shattered flesh and bones of the head were wriggling on the ground. The pieces slowly moved themselves to the body then climbed up. Almost a minute later, the man recovered in whole.
Brown hair turned his head and stared with his cold eyes. “Bullet? That force was actually strong. I should kill him first.”
