Chapter 347: An embassy to the demonic island, a silver tongue (5.4K, please support with monthly votes~)
Two figures left Yellow Sulfur Island, heading northwest.
One was short and squat, with a scarlet birthmark on his face. The other was thin, slightly stooped, and plain-looking.
Both looked about forty, neither young nor old-in short, as ordinary as could be. If there was anything unusual about them, it was the four-foot wooden case each carried on his back. They did not look like sword cases, either. Their strange shape actually resembled coffins.
"Boss Lai, are we really going to join Red Corpse? I heard the Three Corpses Cult has strict rules. Life won't be as easy as in the Great Belly Sea, and if you make a mistake, they kill you and refine your corpse!"
The one with the birthmark spoke.
"I know life's easier in the Great Belly Sea. That's why I brought you all that way from the mainland to join Yellow Elder Immortal. But is life still easy now? The Alligator King's stopped sleeping, the elder immortal's fallen out of favor, and Fire Dragon Island's people come attacking every day. What else can we do?
"We were always at the front when we fought Second Aunt Red's and Fourth Qing's people. They've long since held a grudge against us. They wouldn't take you even if you went. Besides, the elder immortal's treated us well all this time. You'd really go over to those two? Have dogs eaten your conscience?!"
The thin man, the one called Boss Lai, unleashed a torrent of abuse at the speaker.
The birthmarked man hastily said,
"Of course not! Don't be angry, Boss Lai. I was just talking."
"Hmph!"
Boss Lai snorted, then continued,
"If you ask me, the elder immortal's got real guts,