Chapter 347 — Envoy to the Demon Isle, Silver-Tongued (5.4K, please support with monthly votes~)
Two figures left Yellow Sulfur Island, walking northwest.
One was short and squat, with a ruddy birthmark on his face.
The other was thin, slightly hunched, his looks plain and unremarkable.
Both looked to be around forty — not young, not old — the very picture of ordinary.
If there was anything that stood out, it was that each carried a wooden box of about four feet on his back.
It didn’t look like a sword case; the shape was odd, almost coffin-like.
“Boss Lai, are we really going to throw ourselves on the mercy of the Red-Corpse? I’ve heard the Three-Corpses Sect is strict as hell. Life there won’t be any better than under Tuo King, and if you make a mistake you’re killed and turned into a corpse to be refined!” the man with the birthmark said.
“I know life under Big Belly Sea was comfortable — that’s exactly why I dragged you all the way here from the land to throw in with Old Immortal Huang. But tell me, is it any better now? The Tuo King isn’t sleeping, Old Immortal’s lost favor, the Fire Dragon Island people raid us every day.
What else can we do? “When we fought with Red Second Aunt and Old Qing Four, we were always the ones charging at the front.
They’ve got grudges against us — they won’t take us in.