Douluo's Three Wretched Scoundrels

(Fifth update)

Tears would fall again when the chrysanthemums bloomed twice; a lone boat remained tethered to thoughts of home.

There were oddballs every year, but this year had especially many. Eating together, drinking together, sleeping together, living such passion-filled lives—this described Douluo's Three Wretched Scoundrels.

The moment Bule's cries for help came from inside the teahouse, the two voices chatting outside abruptly fell silent. Accompanied by hurried footsteps, two figures soon burst in and approached the half-dead Bule.

"Brother, what the hell happened to you?" a pleasant male baritone asked in disbelief.

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes. This man was tall, with broad, sturdy shoulders. Though his long hair was somewhat messy, it carried a wild air. Most striking of all were his eyes—so tiny they seemed no more than two narrow slits.

From the front, it was hard to tell whether his eyes were open or closed. Coupled with his swollen eyelids, those thin slits were even easier to overlook.

That alone completely ruined his perfect baritone.

This man was known as Old Goose.

"Bule, don't tell me those two young people over there beat you into this state?"

The other man quickly crouched beside Bule. Although his face bore a grave expression, his appearance was even more wretched than Bule's and the baritone man's.

Simply put, aside from his fairly normal hair, there was practically nothing normal about him.

He was so thin he seemed to be nothing but bones. His eyes were large, but his irises were yellow and gleamed with a sinister light. His two wispy moustache strands trembled as he spoke, while the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes could probably crush a whole class of flies at once.

This man was Tianya.

Tianya rapidly felt Bule all over, occasionally spitting out