They set off with hardly any luggage, just two barrels of beer tied with rope to Old Hu's back, while Ma Lin sat just ahead.
For Old Hu, carrying over three hundred pounds was no trouble at all; he could still run faster than a Hell Horse, especially since he'd consumed a powerful snake pearl and his abilities were no longer what they used to be.
Brother Fa, Uncle Da, Pino, and Valin all rode Hell Horses.
Along the way, they invited Pino and Valin to drink beer together.
"Let's drink and travel at the same time," they suggested.
Hell Horses ran smoothly, so they were able to chat loudly while on the move.
At first, these two demon-turned-clowns were strongly against it, but as Ma Lin was their superior, they had no choice but to comply.
After three cups of beer, they began to resist less.
A few more bottles in, and everyone started to boast recklessly.
Demon boasting was a chaotic affair; you could never guess what a newly acquainted, drunken demon might say.
