It’s better to apply the paint late at night, when no one will notice it easily.

Dao Hen hesitated for a moment and did not choose to follow. In his opinion, staying in the treasure chest was the will of the gods.

"The fish gods and the mist didn't let me leave the ship." Dao Hen thought of this and stopped chasing.

By the time the fish-man boy looked through his memories, it was already too late.

"Compared to Tanmo, it would be more rewarding to follow behind Tumo." The fishman boy felt regretful.

But now it's obviously too late for Dao Heng to chase him out.

Simply, he continued to let the knife marks remain in the treasure chest number.

"You never jump into the sea with paint to seek death."

"Could it be that there is a certain Necromancer lurking in that seabed?"

"It is more likely that he will land on a nearby island. What island will it be?"

The fish-man boy didn't know that the paint was for the red beads.

Ever since Tu Zi learned the information about Hong Zhu from Yan Yi, he has not communicated this matter with Tan Mo.

Dao Hen has no way of knowing this secret.

The fishman boy felt something was wrong and immediately consulted the war dealer's chart.

Soon, he got the answer.

"It's Fengsu Island."

This is a small island, almost a desert island, with few trees and no green grass vegetation.
Chapter completed!