"Where's my head?"
Upon hearing Li Huowang's query, Li Sui thought Li Huowang was asking himself and hurriedly replied, "Dad, I know, it fell on the ground back in the city. Should we go back and pick it up?"
Li Sui's words seemed to drain Li Huowang of his last breath. His body went limp, and he collapsed face-forward onto the ground.
"Dad? Dad, what's wrong?" Li Sui worriedly nudged Li Huowang's corpse with his antennae, but there was no response. He didn't understand why his dad was not moving.
Was it because he didn't have a head? But dad didn't have a head before either, and he still ran such a long way; it shouldn't be because of the lack of a head.
It was at this moment that Li Sui suddenly noticed that the little toy his dad had given him was moving.
She picked up the little leather man with her antennae, and, as it caught the wind, it quickly grew to the height of a person. Its face was Li Huowang's, but its body was deflated, just a thin layer of skin.