The next day, when Huai Shi awoke from the constant nightmares, he was still spitting out dog hair and couldn't really get the taste out of his mouth.
Unexpectedly, he didn't dream about that annoying ghost coming to drag him off to a funeral again.
It felt like waking up from a long nap in the afternoon, a mix of laziness and fatigue. His body, riddled with hidden injuries over the past few days, was finally getting some rest and quickly regaining energy.
Just, he didn't know why he kept feeling stifled while sleeping.
Even though he only napped for a few hours, it felt as endlessly long as twenty-four hours of suffocation.
Meanwhile, in the room, the Skeleton was happily fiddling with "Lord of the Flies", like a kid playing with a tablet, trying out all sorts of random features.
It even learned voice control.
"Hey? Xiao Bei, play some music!"
The Fly King rolled its eyes on the cover: "No, thank you."
"Xiao Bei, show a picture!"
"Nope, goodbye."
