巨Gin Moorim
35. Tue
that buck that buck
Today, as always, I took a jjamtong and moved on.
Time in the dungeon was slow, but at the same time it passed as steadily as the Pentagon clock. He was getting used to daily life in prison, which had already entered the sixth day.
rattle. profit.
I opened the rusty grate and strode into the prison where filth and dirty water accumulated.
An old man tied to a crate greeted me with a smirk.
“Are you here?”
He is said to have joined the Demonic Cult during the Great War and killed over a hundred Murim members of the political sect.
Now a toothless old man, he continued with imprecise pronunciation.
“My last word… …
I cut off my words as I scooped up my champagne with a long ladle.
“I heard that yesterday was also the last day?”
“This is really the last time.”
“Okay, with that being said, tomorrow will be the very, very last.”
It was a countless experience in six days. It’s not even surprising.
The old man, who flinched at my indifferent attitude, exclaimed.
“You, become my disciple!”
“You are right.”
f*ck!
An old man who was hit on the top of his head with a ladle writhes in pain. The chains that bound his limbs swayed and made a loud noise.
“Aagh! ,,
“Turn down the volume and it’s noisy.”
“Quack. This guy!”
The old man, who was about to scream, suddenly opened his eyes wide and snorted. He smelled the oil that was hidden behind the stench inside the prison.
“What is this smell?”
“I don’t know.”
“Roasted duck is roasted duck! Do you have any alcohol?”
“People
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“lie! This hometown is undoubtedly Geomnam Chun!”
“… … With this sense of smell, it’s on par with a drug-sniffing dog.”
“Give it up! hurry!”
f*ck!
“Quaaaaagh!”
“There is an owner. Eat in your spare time.”
I put down the jar and moved towards the final prison cell.
Compared to other prisons, there was an exceptionally deep and dark place where a familiar monster was waiting for me.
rattle.
“I brought you a meal.”
“Have you had a hard time waiting? Anyway, I don’t know why it’s so cold here. The bed must be very uncomfortable. Can I ask you to put a leather blanket on me?”
It comes out like this too.
Despite his soft tone like a cat’s paw, the monster, the Celestial Power Demon, remained silent.
Three days ago, after that incident, the Celestial Power Demon closed its eyes and closed its mouth.
Of course, I am not the one who will give up just because it comes out like this.
“now. don’t do that Try this.”
I took out the oil-soaked cotton paper and unfolded it.
A duck cooked properly with various spices reveals a desirable appearance. It’s a bonus that it smells delicious enough to drive out the stench.
“What is this? It’s a roast duck made by a former master of the imperial family. The taste is also very stable.”
“Alcohol is another drink for roast duck. Geomnamchun, the famous wine of Sichuan! Alcohol and meat go well with a hero like Daehyeop, a powerful horse. Isn’t it?”
A chilly silence settled in the prison cell, where the chill lingered.
I looked at the Celestial Power Demon sitting cross-legged with a wide smile, and finally let out a deep sigh.
“Sibeol, I can’t eat it.”
For three days, they catered to all sorts of indignities. Her tone of voice also changed to soft, respectful words, praised her as a great deal of humanity, and even farted all over the place.
However, the Heavenly Power Horse rejected all my offers and conveniences. Food and various clothes were brought to him, but no fingertips were touched.
“I think I’ve done enough with this. Are you really going to come out like this?”
“Because I am a person of character, they treat me like a gentleman. huh?”
At that time, the Celestial Power Demon, who had been quietly sitting cross-legged and closing her eyes, opened her mouth. His voice, heard after three days, was quite hoarse.
“Do it.”
“what?”
“If it’s torture, you’ve already suffered enough to get tired of it. Even if you leave this world, there will be no regrets.”
Forty years since being imprisoned in an underground prison. I clicked my tongue at the appearance of the Celestial Power Demon, aloof like a liberated monk.
“That’s true. I can’t speak badly once. Is it such a difficult request to tell you only what you know about Amcheon?”
“I said everything I had to say. Whether you kill or torture the old woman, you guys do it yourself.”
“No, there are all these old people.”
However, the Heavenly Power Demon’s lips were already tightly closed. And probably never open again.
“… … The old man insists.”
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I let out a sigh and put the wine and roast duck within reach of him and turned around.
“Once you know, let’s eat that.
You haven’t eaten anything for three days.”
I know even as I speak. The fact that even if it comes tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or three days later, the food I gave you will be as cold as it was the first time.
“Damn it.”
After finishing the food distribution with the Celestial Power Horse, I sat down in the corridor far away from the prison.
‘Heavenly power horse.’
His indescribable eyes, his hardened face flicker in front of his eyes. It was clearly a commotion caused by the two letters, Amcheon.
For some reason, it’s a problem because they don’t even talk about Amcheon.
‘But it’s certain that I’ve known Amcheon for a long time.’
It’s just that I couldn’t hear it directly from the mouth of the heavenly power horse, and that was no different from a fait accompli.
The problem is how and to what extent he knows Amcheon.
I slowly began retracing the conversation I had with the Heavenly Power Demon three days ago.
I use my level 7 brain to full capacity
Of the conclusions drawn, there was only one most probable guess.
‘Amcheon and the Demonic Cult have a very deep connection.’
No, maybe it’s one body.
Evidence of this is the silence of the Heavenly Power Demon, who was an elder of the Demonic Cult in the past and who did not lose his loyalty to the Cult despite being imprisoned and tortured for 40 years in an underground prison.
‘If Amchun was the enemy of the Demonic Cult, he would have opened his mouth long ago.’
Then what the hell is Amcheon? A kind of sect that split off from the Demonic Cult?
Or another organization created inside the Demonic Cult?
‘Byeong Shincheonji, a tribe of Shincheonji. What kind of concept is that?’
It’s certain that they are bastards like an epidemic.
At that moment, when I was deep in thought for a long time, a blue wind appeared with a light step along with a sweet smell.
“Ouch!”
“… … Neg Grandpa Volcano Yeonhwabong Buy.”
Cheongpung, who swallowed everything in his mouth, answered.
“No! He is now in Hanam!”
“Uh, yes.”
what can i say to you
Seeing the food piled up like a mountain in Cheongpung’s bosom, I was full of energy. A former guest in the imperial family who has never seen his face is pitiful.
“Did you leave because of this?”
you]! And I also brought a letter from the opening ceremony.”
“… … Isn’t it usually the other way around?”
“lol.”
“Do not laugh. Affectionate.”
Responding bluntly, I accepted the letter sent by Cheongpung.
I don’t know where I usually keep it, but when I open the dirty paper, three strands of yellow dog hair fall down.
trio disciple. It was sent by Buntaju.’
As I expected, the letter was sent from Buntaju, the saint of openness, to Gunggibang.
Of course, since the gunggi room is in the secret place of Shinui, he must have sent it to me as soon as it was convenient for him.
After a while, Cheongpung asked me as I took my eyes off the letter.
“What are you saying?”
“There’s nothing special. It’s saying that we’re still searching.”
The opening, which had been chasing Sacheon to find trust, changed its goal.
It was their new goal of murdering King Dok and Gyeongcheonshinni.
‘Well, there’s no way I could get caught that easily.’
He said that he would solve it only with the power of the Sichuan Tang Gate.
Sasangdokdo’s attitude changed after he lent Mandokjihwan.
However, despite the Tang Mun’s active cooperation, his whereabouts disappeared like a ghost.
“Can I find it?”
“Well, I hope for good results. Needless to say, it is open, and there are even Tangmen Nokyeongdae, experts in scouting and killing, so why not come up with something?”
“What about the government?”
“Even the government forces seem to be doing their part well in their own way.”
The halo of Sangsan King Jupyo was great.
Won Gyun, the lord of Sichuan Province, readily accepted my request to find the evil beast instead of God.
The armed forces of each of the officials are incomparable to those of the Murim people, but the number of thousands of people cannot be ignored.
“Wow! Thousands?”
“I don’t know the exact number either, but they say it’s full anyway. Have you ever seen the Qing Xiaoxiang Officials? On the way back to Sacheondangmun.”
“Ah, but there weren’t that many people I saw then.”
“… … of course. Then thousands of
Are you going to rush around?”
It was not difficult to imagine the appearance of the government forces gathering in groups of threes and threes to carry out inspections according to the established organization.
The government army is gradually expanding the search area and moving to Cheongseong and Ami. It seems to be to prepare for some kind of situation while searching for the beast.
I laughed when I read the last line of the letter.
‘He’s doing better than I thought.’
Heo Gyun of Sichuan Province. Just by looking at the appearance,
It’s an Investigator Duck without a lock, but it doesn’t seem to be very incompetent. Or is the officer in charge of this mission good at it?
‘Anyway, what if I can’t find it after doing this?’
I am very worried because I have shouted at the party leader.
Of course, the first priority is for the Jeokcheongang to recover safely.
Glancing at the still closed treatment room, I spoke to Cheongpung in a hint.
“What food did you bring?”
“Don’t pay!”
“… … Eat whatever is in your mouth. I’ll just eat it myself.”
* * *
Jang Il is a disciple of Lee Gyeol who opens up.
The degree of openness was driven by necessity rather than choice. It was because I had heard rumors that if you officially became a disciple after completing a formal cubit ceremony, you would be given a dumpling.
What would an eight-year-old beggar who had starved for four days know?
Grabbing a hungry stomach, he went to find Seongdo Bunta, and that day he became open.
“Even they only gave me half a dumpling. Just thinking about that time makes my teeth gnash. Nimiral’s.”
The beggars who were listening to Jangil’s story gave a small yawn. It’s something I’ve already heard dozens of times.
It’s been well over ten years, but Zhang Il’s anger did not subside easily.
“Isn’t it that I became a part-buntaju at the end of thinking about those half dumplings, so you guys… …
As the story showed signs of slowing down, the three Ilgyeol disciples exchanged glances at the same time.
“Ah, suddenly hungry!”
“Hey, me too!”
“Absorption, side-by-side, side-to-side, where are you!”
“Hey, these!”
Chang-il shouted, but the three beggars had already run away.
“Anyway, those guys… … Just come back.”
In the gaze of Jang Il, who quenched his appetite,
It was at that time that the crowd of people came in.
Uniform clothing and weapons. The lack of military discipline is a bonus. Jangil murmured at the familiar appearance.
“The officials.”
Recently, the thing that is more common than the mutt in the neighborhood is the government army.
Normally, he was not noticed because he was idle, but when the high-ranking people came forward, it seemed that he was pretending.
“They said they’re expanding the search network, have they already come this far?”
See him as a leader who thinks in his heart
A middle-aged military officer approached and asked with a smile.
“Are you an open city?”
Jangil nodded his head nonchalantly.
’ ‘Well, as you can see.”
“I guess so. I saw the knot and asked just in case.”
“If you see it, you know what. But I think I walk pretty fast. You have already come all the way here.”
“Ah, I heard that openness is the best information in the world. I guess you knew that too?”
“This isn’t normal for this room.”
A military officer with a smile followed Jang Il with an arrogant smile and asked.
“But this place has no village and few people… Why are you alone?”
“Don’t talk. Buntaju was so irritable that I came out to get some fresh air with a few guys downstairs. These days, I have to be a little noisy because I’m doing something ugly. I want this.”
I guess so.”
“Well then…
Jangil’s words did not follow.
It was because the moment the officer smiled and nodded, something cold penetrated his chest.
hook!
‘… … uh?’ Cool.
Jang-il, who was blankly looking at the sword stuck in his chest, vomited blood.
Why, why?
The question did not come out of my mouth. As he looked at the officer with blurry eyes, his knees bent.
A cold voice flowed into his ears as he buried his face in the buds that were just starting to come up.
“Find the others. It will be nearby.”
“Johnny.”
“Since you’re such a fool, why are you here…
This was the only sound Changil could hear.
age of twenty-five. The young beggar died in a secluded forest two days from Amipah.