Yu Sheng stared blankly at the bird skeleton in front of him, and the bird skeleton stared back at him just as blankly, with two clusters of green flames burning in the eye sockets of the strange bird's skull. The flames flickered unevenly, exuding a hint of mystery, a touch of weirdness, and ninety-five percent silliness.
Freyia was still rampaging through the nearby mist, flapping her hands frantically to fan her mouth as she flew around. Apparently, she wouldn't be stuffing things into her mouth randomly for the next few days at least.
At this moment, the skeleton bird tilted its head to the other side and continued to stare at Yu Sheng, making an abstract sound, "Buddy, you got a mic?"
Yu Sheng finally snapped back to reality, taking half a step back in shock, "What the hell is this?!"
