Sun Hang suddenly felt something beneath his butt. Even through his pants, he could tell that its surface seemed to be covered in slick, slimy mucus, but the actual sitting experience was pretty good—soft yet resilient, with plenty of bounce... Though it was still a little worse than Old Wang's butt, not by much.
Especially since... this thing didn't have any uncomfortable scales.
Then, a burst of melodious classical music drifted into his ears.
Sun Hang surveyed his surroundings and discovered that he was in a room whose walls, floor, ceiling, and even furniture were covered in a strange layer of flesh membrane. Beneath him was a large sofa, except its surface had been wrapped in a thick layer of flesh membrane. It looked less like a sofa and more like some alien monster lying prone on the ground.
The glass coffee table before Sun Hang was spotless, as was the vintage-style record player sitting atop it. As the record spun, pleasant strings flowed from the flower-shaped speaker mounted above the machine.
The door to the room was open. Jiang Yu and Ling Xiao stood in the doorway. The former looked utterly horrified, while the latter still wore his usual blank expression, though his finger was already hooked around the trigger of the God-Slaying Spear, its dark muzzle aimed directly at—
The other person in the room: a young woman with long dark-red hair, dressed in a punk-style leather jacket.
"Yo, what a coincidence. You two are here too?" Sun Hang greeted Jiang Yu and Ling Xiao, then looked at the red-haired woman. "Long red hair, and you've got the aura of an Anomaly Meme on you. You must be the missing hunter, the Red-Haired Witch, right? Nice to meet you!"
"Sun Hang! Watch out! She—" Though Jiang Yu had