Chapter 87: Head in Ceiling
He didn't just jump. He became a human missile. Because the waiting room was made of old, and weathered stone and the ceiling was only about ten feet high, Yin Zhe's head hit the roof with the force of a falling star.
(CRACK-SHATTER!)
The stone ceiling gave way like wet cardboard. His head and shoulders disappeared into the rock, plunging through the layers of dust, mortar, and masonry. His body was left dangling in the air, and his legs kicking back and forth in the empty space while his head was firmly stuck in the darkness of the upper floor's foundation. Dust rained down in thick, white clouds, coating the furniture.
