Late at night, Xuan Xiao groggily opened his eyes, and after figuring out the situation, he abruptly sat up.
"Hah, hah!"
He took several deep breaths before it finally hit him that this was practically identical to his holidays in his past life.
He had fallen asleep at two in the afternoon and didn't wake up until seven or eight in the evening, only to find that he hadn't taken off his clothes, the air conditioner hadn't been turned on, his entire body was sticky, and his throat was smoking.
He hurriedly stood up from the floor, grabbed a beverage from the fridge, and chugged several gulps before regaining his composure.
With a thought in Xuan Xiao's mind, a person who looked almost identical to him appeared before him. This was precisely one of his Three Corpses Gods, the Lower Corpse God.
The Three Corpses Gods actually shared a unified name, with Peng Ju, Peng Zhi, and Peng Qiao collectively referred to as the Three Pengs.
Yet Xuan Xiao had still given him a name, drawing inspiration from Zibai's Three Corpses Gods: the upper corpse god Zijuju, the middle corpse god Zizhi, and the Lower Corpse God Ziqiao.
Thus, he was called Xuanqiao.
Xuan Xiao waved his hand.
"Go."
Six feathered wings unfolded behind Xuanqiao, except that those wings still radiated a dark red glow, as if they had been soaked in blood.
They cast a bizarre sheen under the moonlight, with fine red flowing lights shifting along the edge of every single feather, like molten lava flowing through the gaps between the feathers.
That light flickered erratically, as if a living creature were breathing, exuding an unspeakably fierce aura.
Xuanqiao nodded at Xuan Xiao and instantly vanished without a trace.
Xuan Xiao took another gulp of his drink.
"Hah..."