Wu Zhe rose slowly, his hand gripping the man's spine as it detached from the body.
In his grasp, he held the man's head from his spine.
Everyone present, including the armless men, stared in absolute horror at the headless corpse, jagged bone exposed.
Most covered their mouths, unable to stomach the disgusting sight in front of them.
Only the frail man showed no emotion.
He simply stared, blank and unmoved, as if this kind of thing were normal to him.
"Take this filth to his resting place." Wu Zhe sneered, tossing the severed head before the armless men, clearly mocking them.
For a moment, none of them moved.
Then one, the only one among them who still possessed a single arm, stepped forward. His hand trembled as he reached down, fingers brushing against the blood-slick hair before he quickly seized it, as if afraid to hesitate even a second longer. Without a word, all of them scurried off, head lowered, back hunched.
Silence swallowed the tavern once more.
