Early the next morning, Gu Xi climbed out of the hot spring and staggered outside.
He really had not expected that the Snow Giants, half-dead as they clearly were, could still make liquor that hit this hard.
His head was still aching even now.
After leaving the ice cavern, Gu Xi found several Snow Giants keeping the Lich company, chatting over there.
The Lich still had a few ice chunks hanging from him that smelled of alcohol. It was obvious he had drunk plenty yesterday too.
As for the fact that he was undead, no one cared. After all, as long as they had not been animated, these Snow Giants were undead too.
No one here had any right to look down on anyone else.
The moment they saw Gu Xi come out, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on their faces.
"My lord, we can head to the Blood Lake now."
Gu Xi set the Evil Coffin down outside and was just about to climb on, but his movements suddenly paused.
Only then did Gu Xi realize that his Evil Coffin had actually been maintained by the Snow Giants.
The Evil Coffin, which had originally been pitch-black, now looked as if it was wrapped in a layer of nether blue mist.
Gu Xi sat down at the very front of the Evil Coffin, and the first thing he felt was a chill over his body. They had added an air-conditioning effect to his Evil Coffin.
After being cared for like this, the Evil Coffin's speed had not changed much, but its splendor had risen by a few points.
It seemed strength was temporary, but style was forever.
Riding the Evil Coffin, Gu Xi soon arrived at the Blood Lake roughly a hundred li from the foot of the mountain.