< Episode 40 Cancer Race (1) >
Oakhoe (五岳會), a confidant of Huizhou’s second disciple Jang Neungak.
Among them, the severed head of the second-ranking blind man, Wei Meng-cheon, fell helplessly to the floor, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the cross section of his neck.
-Push!
Wei Meng-cheon always had a calm face, but his final facial expression was closer to a scream.
-Tap! Dudeuk!
Mo Gyeong-un’s right hand, which had been stained black and grotesquely swollen, eventually returned to its original state.
This was the trick of the Yeokhyeolsagong.
It was difficult to maintain it for a long time because it had severe side effects, but for a short period of time, it made the attack power nearly double or triple.
Mu Qingyun saved this as much as possible and used it at the right moment to cut off Wei Mengchen’s head.
-Sureuk!
In front of Mokgyeongun, a young spirit came down lightly.
-It was pretty good, but there was still a long way to go.
“Yes.”
Mok Gyeong-un also readily acknowledged this.
Even though his other senses were extraordinary, the other person was blind and could not see.
I struggled quite a bit in pure competition against someone like that.
Originally, he tried to win the match only with the lower body’s morale and pure herbivorous fighting, but as it became prolonged, he ended up using the pear’s consciousness and the reverse blood attack.
So even though I removed the goal, I wasn’t very satisfied.
On the other hand,
‘······It’s fast.’
Although he said it was still a long way away, Cheongryeong was inwardly amazed at the speed of Mokgyeongun’s growth.
Strictly speaking, blind Wei Mengchen was a master who was one step above Mo Qingyun.
It is far superior both in terms of strength and experience.
In fact, befitting his experience, he even showed pressure on Mok Gyeong-un by using Byeoncho at every appropriate moment.
However, Mok Gyeong-un was learning by competing.
I was amazed when I saw this.
‘I thought it would be more difficult.’
It was different from what I expected.
It was because I didn’t have enough time, but I also thought that I might not have a chance of winning even if I had just competed in the bottom half.
It is a growth rate that is completely inexplicable, even from the closest observer.
Meanwhile, Mu Qingyun looked at the dead body of Wei Mengchen and opened his mouth.
“Hoo.”
-Why are you like that… um?
A strange look appeared in the young man’s eyes as well.
As expected, the dead Wei Mengchen’s morale was condensing and gathering.
“What could this be?”
It was Mo Qingyun who tried to absorb the dead Wei Mengchen’s morale before it dissipated.
However, unlike before, fraud appeared to be consolidating rather than dispersing.
The young man sighed and smiled.
-This will be my first time seeing you.
“What?”
-The birth of a proper vengeful spirit.
“Ah… is this it?”
-okay.
Mok Gyeong-woon was a man who had mastered various occult techniques, including six-person necromancy, and was able to artificially create a vengeful spirit through fraud.
However, this is the first time I have seen something born so naturally.
That means,
-It seems like it was quite unfair.
With a fair amount of persistence, you won’t become a vengeful soul.
If morale was so high, it meant that resentment had reached its peak.
Soon enough, the gathered fraud took on the form of a human being.
The status of a vengeful spirit is determined depending on how strong the obsession and resentment was during life.
-Purrrrr!
As it took shape, the broken handle of the bamboo sword began to tremble.
The vengeful spirit that has lost its body uses a medium to stop the soul from leaving this world.
Perhaps that handle is the medium.
-You seem to have quite a bit of resentment.
Cheongnyeong was interested.
Even though it was in the process of taking its proper form, if you measure the spiritual power flowing out, it appears to be at least a Juryeong (朱靈) or higher.
A revenge spirit that has fully formed like that.
-Wow!
With his white eyes flashing, Wei Mengchen glared at Mu Qingyun.
-I feel sorry for you. I feel resentful. I wanted to follow Him and achieve great deeds and open my eyes, but I died like this and became a ghost.
A voice full of resentment.
Wei Mengchen did not take his eyes off Mu Qingyun.
-When you die, you will be able to see the face of your enemy like this. I curse you. I will follow you until the end and torment you until you die…
Wei Mengchen, who was speaking, stopped midway.
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Something is strange.
Because he was a vengeful spirit by nature, he was aware of the fact that he had died.
Therefore, I naturally understood the logic of boundaries.
But what makes Mok Kyung-un think that he is making eye contact with his dead self?
That said,
“I guess you have a lot to say. “The person who just became a vengeful soul talks a lot.”
-you? ······Can you really see me?
“You’re answering like this because you can see it, right?”
-You! You made me like this!
When he confirmed that Mo Kyung-yun could see him, Wei Meng-cheon, who became even more angry, threw himself at Mo Kyung-yun with a killing intent.
That moment,
-Park!
-Oof!
Wei Mengchen’s white pupils shook.
That was because Mo Qingyun suddenly grabbed his neck.
-What is this?
He is a dead man.
How can Mo Qingyun grab his own dead neck?
-What the hell are you? how······.
Even though he couldn’t figure out what was going on, a voice coming from behind made Wei Mengchen start the game.
-hey. Baby. This guy with no dry body is full of energy.
‘!?’
Vengeful spirits can instinctively distinguish between classes.
Wei Mengchen was about to lose his mind due to the huge spiritual pressure he felt from behind.
‘What kind of energy…’
Isn’t this not just a vengeful spirit level, but a disaster level?
The spirit body trembles and the lips do not separate.
Mu Qingyun spoke to Wei Mengchen, who was so terrified.
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen a case like this of a vengeful spirit. “What should I do?”
-What do you mean, how do you do it? Just absorb the morale and get rid of it.
“iced coffee. After all, that would be better, right?”
-Wow!
In response, Mu Qingyun raised his morale and tried to apply more force to Wei Mengchen’s neck.
At first, he didn’t know what the command meant.
-Ssssss!
I felt a threat as if my spiritual body was slowly disappearing, along with a strange pain surging all over me.
It gave me a more intense fear than when I faced death.
At this, Wei Mengchen hurriedly shouted.
-Save me!
“He’s already dead.”
-Please…please give me a chance.
“Would the opportunity mean much to you?”
-No, I’m not hoping for anything else. Lastly, let me see at least the faces of my wife and child. Then, I will handle whatever it takes.
“Wife and kids?”
Mok Kyung-un slightly tilted his head as if he was puzzled.
Then Wei Mengchen spoke in a pleading voice.
-A long time ago, after becoming blind due to poisonous poison, I had only one wish. That was seeing the faces of her wife and child.
This was true.
Wei Mengchen had an earnest wish.
It was about somehow fixing my blind eyes and seeing the faces of my family members.
Huaizu’s second disciple, Jang Neung-ak, promised that if he achieved his great work, he would help Wei Meng-cheon, who had been blinded by poison, to regain his sight by finding Hae-yeong herbal medicine, although he did not know if it would be possible or not.
But who knew that I would be able to see after I die?
-Please. I can’t leave this world like this. As long as you listen to this, you can do whatever you want, whether you want to kill him or not.
I didn’t have much regrets about anything else.
Wei Mengchen just wanted to see.
The faces of my wife and child that I had never seen before.
As he expressed his wish like that, one corner of Mok Gyeong-un’s mouth went up.
“iced coffee. “I thought I became a vengeful spirit just out of resentment, but it turns out there were also precious beings that made me regret this in my life.”
-Startle!
Hearing Mo Qingyun’s words, Wei Mengchen felt like it was a mistake for a moment.
I said this because I was afraid of being destroyed and wanted to relieve my only regret, but when I thought about it, it wasn’t something I would ask this guy for.
Wasn’t this guy the one who killed himself?
He thought he had made a mistake, but Mok Gyeong-un whispered softly in his ear like before killing him.
“Good for you. Then I can work more voluntarily than other food spirits.”
‘!?’
What on earth are you talking about?
While I was wondering, I saw Cheongryeong looking at me with sympathy in his eyes.
* * *
Mok Gyeong-woon returns from an outing after running errands outside.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed as he was about to cross the entrance hall to the annex.
‘Hmm.’
I glanced around briefly and immediately noticed that the bodyguards guarding the surroundings had disappeared.
There are no people who should be there.
Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and then seemed to not mind and entered the annex building.
I walked down the hallway and opened the door.
“You’re late.”
As the door opens, a familiar voice comes from inside.
He was none other than the master of cancer.
A strange look appeared in Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
Why was he waiting for him alone, as he had just dismissed everyone without saying anything?
There was no sign of anything around a radius of twenty miles.
He was puzzled and then tried to greet him by putting his hands together and bowing, but the head of Amjong said after interrupting him.
“Where are you going so much?”
“gavel···.”
“You don’t have to lie like that about being in the closet.”
“······.”
Amjongju’s voice was quite heavy and cold, unlike usual.
It seemed like an extension of what happened before.
Meanwhile, Amjongju tapped the table with his finger and continued speaking.
“How far did you go while holding the intruder’s head?”
In response to this question, Mok Gyeong-un played it off and said casually.
“Whatever you are talking about, the disciple is all right…”
“The only thing missing was the head in the incinerator.”
“······.”
Mok Gyeong-un lost his appetite and closed his mouth after hearing these words from Amjongju.
From the looks of it, he had personally checked at the incinerator after his visit.
Mo Kyung-un shrugged his shoulders and said.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know why you’re looking for that in your disciple. “I left the annex for a while, but if you ask the guard warriors…”
“Even after thinking about it, I still don’t understand.”
“yes?”
“What on earth did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
In response to Mo Gyeong-un’s question, the head of the clan sighed and shook his head.
Then he stood up and opened his mouth.
“There is such a thing as a sense of strangeness or discomfort.”
“······.”
“It was hard to notice when it was small, but at some point, the surroundings, centered around you, were engulfed in a sense of discomfort.”
The cause of cancer was a question.
Those in the cancer department also worked as ganjas and received thorough mental training as they were in charge of confidentiality.
Therefore, I had faith that he would never betray me.
But how is this possible?
It was only seven days.
How could they fall to Mok Kyung-un, who could be considered a hostage of the political faction, in such a short period of time?
“I don’t know what kind of strange method he used, but it seems like he’s crossed a line that can be easily crossed even if he becomes an official disciple.”
-Sreung!
I heard the sound of something being pulled out.
That was the sound made when the sword was fired from the sword sheath on the female servant’s waist.
But suddenly, with a sound, a sharp blade touched Mok Gyeong-un’s chin.
-Sigh!
Mo Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.
I guessed that there would be a certain gap, but the inaction of Yan Zongju could not even be compared to that of Wei Mengcheon, a confidant of Huaiju’s second disciple, Jang Neungye.
‘······It’s strong.’
It was at a level where nothing could be done based on pure bottom-line inaction.
At that time, the head of Amjong spoke in a colder voice.
“Depending on your answer, you may have to cut off his head. So, from now on, I want you to answer my questions clearly…!?”
Before he could finish speaking, the head of the clan frowned.
That was because Mok Kyung-un laughed.
‘!?’
Seeing this, the same malicious smile that Mok Kyung-un showed when he decapitated the intruder to calm the confusion came to mind.
It was the first time that I felt a chill down my spine while looking at someone’s laughter and thought it was dangerous.
When Amjongju remembered this, strength went into his hands.
“That smile now…”
“You have a really good feeling. “I can’t believe I came to that conclusion just because of a sense of discomfort.”
“you······.”
“Are you going to cut my head off?”
“······.”
At that question, Amjongju’s eyes became sharp.
Mok Gyeong-un’s answer was nothing short of confirmation that his guess was correct.
Although it was not revealed how it was done.
One thing is certain: this child is truly dangerous.
It was not simply because he was a pawn of a political faction or because he had outstanding military talent, but the person himself was completely different from the average person.
“I think it would be better for the organization to cut off your head now.”
“Maybe so.”
At Mok Gyeong-un’s calm response, King Amjong stuck out his tongue inwardly.
It was worthy of recognition that he showed such a relaxed attitude even when his life was threatened.
However, emptiness was emptiness and it was a person who lived.
If this child is left alone, the discomfort will be consumed by the cancer as a whole.
-closely!
Amjongju grabbed the sword and tried to apply force.
It was right then.
“But. “If you cut off my head, everyone will know that you are a fire worshiper, and I don’t know if it will be okay.”
‘!!!!!!’
At that moment, Amjongju’s expression hardened.
‘How does this guy… do that?’
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