Reading the Situation

On Deqiao Island, Wu Yiyu had been living for nearly a month.

Since going out to sea, he had wandered from place to place, finally settling on this relatively peaceful, quiet island.

The Near-Sea Archipelago had its own scenery, and its own solitude.

The Jade Toad Sect and the other small sects lacked the strength to meddle in other people's affairs. They had far less control over the islands than a major sect like the Sea Fishing Tower, and could hardly compare to Yang Valley, which was like a military camp.

That made the island a suitable place to hide.

Leaving the shore, he went into an ordinary house, stowed his cloak, and changed into a hooded robe. After carefully wiping away his traces, he left through the back door.

He walked through the disorderly alleys, taking a long, roundabout route. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he leave a discreet mark in a corner.

That was how he contacted Hell's Gate every time.

Once the Little Ghost from Hell's Gate saw the mark, she would come to find him. This time, though, being able to meet King Wuguan directly—and finding that she was on Deqiao Island—had surprised him.

Perhaps King Wuguan was highly skilled and bold, or perhaps joining Hell's Gate required meeting Yama in person.

After quietly leaving the mark, Wu Yiyu turned and walked away. By the time he entered another alley, he had taken off his black robe, changed into dusty clothes, and put on a different cloak.

Then, with a sudden turn, he stepped out of the alley.

He crossed two streets and came to a courtyard with its gates firmly shut.

This was his current refuge, and already his fifth residence since arriving on Deqiao Island.

He never stayed in