A little boy afflicted with Red Crow Syndrome stood beside a wooden table. He was severely underdeveloped, and standing beside the table, only half his chest and his head rose above it.
The little boy was not only underdeveloped, but his vitality was also withering away. With a single glance at Su Xiao, he judged that something was parasitizing his body, most likely a supernatural creature.
"Where is Horror Island?"
The moment Su Xiao spoke, the pirates within several meters fell silent.
"That's just a rumor, sir. Horror Island doesn't exist at all."
"Then let me ask something else. I'm very interested in the legends of the gods at sea."
"Those? There's Xixilil, the Ship of the Dead Bell, and..."
The little boy was very talkative. He rattled off a string of legends about the gods of the sea. After a while, he swallowed.
Su Xiao tossed the little boy a cupful of gold coins. The little boy hurried to the bar, and before long, he returned with a handful of gray-black silver coins and a large bottle of liquor in his arms.
"Sir, this is the change."
The little boy placed the handful of silver coins on the table, then bit through the bottle's wooden stopper and gulped down the strong liquor. He did not have a fondness for alcohol; he was using it to ease his pain.
"Burp~"
The little boy's face flushed slightly as he belched and sat down on the wooden stool opposite Su Xiao.
"You mentioned an evil god after sunset?"
"Mm. The afterglow of dusk, the king of night, the origin of des...despair, cough, cough..."
The little boy let out a dry cough. His throat felt parched. At first, the sensation had not been too intense, but after a few dry coughs, it felt