Two eyes, a large one and a small one, grew on the back of Jian Xing's head.
As his scalp twisted continuously, a bloody slit was slowly torn open from within, revealing teeth that gnawed up and down.
It was as though a mouth, dripping with blood, was biting its way out from his scalp, issuing a silent, manic laughter.
However, the seemingly mutated Jian Xing was no longer paying any attention to Qian Wangsun or Zhou Bai, simply staring blankly at the Tao Te Ching in his hands, unmoving.
The sight made Zhou Bai's scalp tingle.
Just as he was wondering what to do next, a thunderous noise came, shaking the entire Building 7 violently. A loud shout emanated from the first-floor entrance and quickly spread throughout the building.
"Is there any student in here?"
"Someone's coming to rescue us!" Zhou Bai's face lit up with joy, but then the sight of Qian Wangsun lying on the ground and the possibly mutated Jian Xing made his expression turn sour again.