Following that, High Ponytail yanked off the clay figure's head, and red blood immediately sprayed out, coating her hand, and beneath the head hung a ghastly white spine.
"Damn!"
Fang Mingyuan was startled.
The clay figure, whose head had been pulled off, didn't die. It showed a pained expression on its face and let out piercing wails, while its spine twisted like a centipede.
As for its body, it kept struggling.
If this had been a normal person, they would have been so scared that they'd thrown the clay figure away by now, but Xia Hongyao didn't, instead observing with interest.
Everyone had expected something, but seeing the clay figure like this still made them physically uneasy.
Because the monster's spine was too human-like, it triggered the uncanny valley effect.
"Other than having no muscles, it's just like a miniature human!"
Xia Hongyao observed and even turned the clay figure upside down, trying to dump out the contents of its stomach through its neck.