Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 261

< Episode 72 Clue (1) >

-Poof!

“Off!”

Gyeomchang let out a groan of pain as the needle penetrated the center of the toenail.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t because of the bundle of cloth covering my mouth.

I tried my best, but I couldn’t overcome the constant pain.

I was confident that I had enough mental strength to overcome the wall, but it took less than an hour for it to collapse.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….”

“I beg your pardon?”

-Park!

Mo Qingyun pulled out a bundle of cloth from his mouth.

Then Gyeomchang let out a rough breath and barely opened his mouth.

“Haa…haa….please….please…give me…give me…”

“Now this is the fifth time. “Not yet.”

-closely!

“Eup-eup.”

Mu Qingyun stuffed a bundle of cloth in his mouth again.

Then, he slowly pushed a needle back into the side of the toenail.

-Poof!

“Off.”

Gyeomchang twisted his whole body and complained of pain.

However, Mo Gyeong-un’s expression did not change at all, and he shook out his claws with the inserted needle.

Gyeomchang, who was suffering, eventually lost his mind.

-Sleep!

The moment your head is about to drop down,

-Pfft!

Mu Qingyun lifted his forehead with his palm.

Gyeomchang, who was about to faint, came to his senses again.

Gyeomchang woke up and saw Mok Gyeong-un’s face through his blurry vision, and his heart felt as if it would stop.

I briefly hoped that I wouldn’t wake up again, but it was a meaningless wish.

‘This…this guy is truly a demon.’

This is my first time seeing such a terrible person.

He had interrogated others many times, but never to this extent.

This guy is torturing people to the point where they are on the verge of death, and there is no room or time to rest.

They were pushing it as if they were venting their anger.

Therefore, I had no choice but to desperately wish for death.

This was because I realized that death was the only rest after both my arms were cut off and my body was damaged like this.

“Uuuh…..”

He mumbled in a weak voice.

Then, Mok Gyeong-un wordlessly ripped off one of the toenails where the needle had been inserted.

-Pud!

“Off.”

The human body was truly amazing.

The pain continued, so I thought I would get used to it, but that wasn’t the case at all.

The new pain was superimposed on the existing pain and only doubled the suffering.

Mok Kyung-un whispered sweetly in his ear.

“You want to die, right?”

“……”

“Don’t you want to close your eyes comfortably like this?”

“……..”

It’s incredibly strange.

The words “let me die” have never sounded so sweet.

I would do anything and everything if it would just help me get out of this pain right now…

-closely!

At that moment, Gyeomchang bit down on the bundle of cloth that was filling his mouth.

I felt weak for a moment and almost fell for his temptation.

No matter how painful it was, you should never do anything for the sake of the person who tortured you and drove you to death.

At that time, he saw Mok Gyeong-un’s face through his blurred vision.

The corners of his mouth were torn so that they reached his ears.

-Startle!

The moment Gyeomchang saw this, a shiver ran down his spine.

He was barely making up his mind, but instead of being disappointed, he was actually looking happy.

Why are you so happy?

Why are you smiling with such a devil-like face?

I’m filled with doubts,

-Sigh!

Mo Kyung-un placed his hand on his shoulder and whispered softly.

“thank god. “I was worried that I would become weak and give up.”

‘what?’

“Please hold on a little longer. I want to see him suffer and suffer. “The night is still very long.”

‘!!!!!!’

The moment Gyeomchang heard this, his heart felt as if it would break.

It seemed like what this guy wanted was not just to get the information he wanted from himself.

He was enjoying his own pain and suffering.

‘A devil… This guy is a devil who is the very evil that crawled up from the inexorable hell.’

I just couldn’t think of anything else.

As fear gripped my whole body and mind, the resolve I had built up collapsed in an instant.

Even if you endure, will anyone even notice?

After all, doesn’t everything end when you die?

I feel moved for a moment.

Why should I be the only one to suffer like this?

Even if you keep your loyalty and loyalty and die painfully in the end, will they really understand?

In the end, aren’t they the only ones who enjoy glory and benefits even when they die?

When his thoughts reached this point, Gyeomchang’s body went limp, as if he had given up.

“Hmm. “It would be difficult if I gave up already.”

“……”

Mok Gyeong-un licked his lips in disappointment at the sight of Gyeom-chang drooping and not reacting.

I hoped to hold on a little longer, but it seemed pointless to hold on any longer.

So I took out the bundle of cloth that was in his mouth.

-Park!

“haha…..”

As the bundle of cloth fell out, Gyeomchang, who was trying to catch his breath, weakly opened his mouth.

“If it is….give it to me…give it to me. No more… Sagof…. Maeu…..”

-closely!

“Huh?”

At that time, Mo Kyung-un grabbed his chin.

Then, he fixed his head with one hand and pushed his chin inward and lifted it up.

OK,

-Wood clack!

With the sound of bones ringing, Gyeomchang’s misaligned jaw joint was aligned.

Not only did his face crack and all of his teeth break, but his jaw joint also fell out.

That’s why I couldn’t pronounce it properly.

However, once the jaw joint was aligned like this,

“Now let’s talk.”

“Haa…haa…how much…ah?”

Although the pronunciation was still leaky due to the lack of teeth, it was now more intelligible than before.

But he wasn’t happy at all.

In the end, one way or another, I was in a situation where I had to tell him what he wanted in order to face death comfortably.

But before that, there was one question he wanted to answer.

“…….Before I answer….I want to ask….just one thing.”

“I guess it’s still far away.”

In response to that question, Mokgyeongun tried to grab the bundle of cloth again.

Then Gyeomchang was startled and spoke hurriedly.

“I was just curious as to how the Sacheondang family was trying to find out about our existence.”

“Sacheondanga?”

Hearing his words, Mok Kyung-un frowned.

What does this mean again?

Why is this person suddenly associating himself with the Four Heavenly Tang Dynasties?

I was puzzled, but Gyeomchang spoke carefully.

“In Danggeum’s martial arts world, the only people who have reached the level of poisonous people are Paldoksajang Gu Yangso and Sacheondang family head Cheondoksu Dang Inhae.”

“So?”

“Among them, Guyangshao… can’t possibly be here, so of course the only thing left is the Heavenly Eagle Beast.”

“Why are you asserting that Ouyangshao won’t be here?”

“that……”

Seeing his hesitation, Mok Kyung-un’s eyes narrowed.

Thanks to his attitude, I was able to easily figure out one thing.

“iced coffee. You seem to know very well about Guyangso. Or he’ll be with you.”

“……”

‘shit. I did something stupid.’

At Mok Gyeong-un’s words, Gyeomchang blamed his own foolishness.

There was no need to mention Guyangso, the head of Paldoksa, but confirming that his guess was correct ended up passing up useless information.

“Don’t worry. Because I’m not really interested in this. “I’d like you to tell me something else than that.”

“What if it’s something else?”

“What is that mark on your sword?”

Gyeomchang frowned at this question.

I thought this was because I knew something about the mark, but I don’t know anything?

As he was doing this, Mok Gyeong-un pressed down hard on his shoulder and said.

-closely!

“Turn it off.”

“I wish I would have answered the question right away. “Don’t be a trifle.”

“Joe, it is a symbol of the organization.”

“group?”

“That…that’s right.”

‘It’s a group after all.’

This was almost exactly what I expected.

Mok Kyung-un asked another question.

“I know it symbolizes the organization, but what does this symbol mean?”

“…….that……”

“That won’t work. “I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

Mo Qingyun said those words and tried to stuff the bundle of cloth into his mouth again.

Then Gyeomchang was surprised and said.

“I, too, don’t know the exact meaning. All I know is that I added one to two.”

“Two plus one?”

What is this sound?

Mok Gyeong-un pondered those words and reflected on them.

When they said that one was added to two, the bottom of the stroke that was written as [二] was longer, which clearly meant two (二).

But what does it mean to add one vertically through line?

‘Can’t I just add one horizontally?’

In that case, the three characters become three and the meaning becomes correct.

But why do you make the line go through the bell and say that it means that?

Is there a hidden meaning?

“There are three and three, so do you really think that makes sense?”

“…….I really don’t know either. “I just heard that something that shouldn’t have happened has become more common.”

“Something that shouldn’t have been added has been added?”

“hmm.”

Mo Kyung-un stroked his chin.

It was so vague that it was difficult to know what it meant.

But it didn’t matter.

Anyway, if I knew what they were doing, the answer might come naturally.

So, Mok Kyung-un tried to ask the question he was most curious about.

This was more urgent than anything else.

“Is the person called Ghost Sword also one of your allies?”

‘!?’

At those words, Gyeomchang’s expression slightly distorted.

“I guess that’s right.”

‘What the hell is this guy?’

The reason Gyeomchang reacted this way was because no one had ever realized that the ghost sword was related to them.

Mok Gyeong-un told him what he wanted to ask the most, as he looked embarrassed.

“When a person called Ghost Sword kills someone, does he leave a mark of your organization?”

“When to kill or something?”

“yes.”

If this becomes clear, the culprit must be Ghost Sword.

Mok Gyeong-un glared at Gyeom-chang.

However, in response to Mok Gyeong-un’s question, Gyeomchang gave a completely unexpected answer.

“Do you think that makes sense?”

“yes?”

“If you go to the trouble of killing someone, why leave a mark?”

“……What do you mean?”

“Dead men tell no tales. And the dead body rots and disappears. However, our organization leaves no trace. But why would you bother to leave a mark on the person you killed?”

‘!?’

At these words, one of Mo Kyung-un’s eyebrows rose upward.

It would not be wrong to say that this person lied.

There was no reason for an organization that operated secretly to leave traces, as if bragging about it.

Mok Gyeong-un asked this.

“Then why did you leave such a mark on those you killed or on anyone else?”

“…….I think there is some misunderstanding.”

“misunderstanding?”

“We do not leave our mark on those we have already killed. And the one who leaves a mark with scars like that…”

“Who is leaving behind?”

“You are the only one who knows that you are a ghost sword.”

-Park!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mok Gyeong-un grabbed Gyeom-chang by the collar and pulled him towards him, speaking in a murderous voice.

“Are you playing games with me now? “A person called Ghost Sword has already left a mark on the dead, but are you telling me to believe it now?”

“Well, it’s not a lie. “When the ghost sword leaves its mark, it is a kind of warning.”

“warning? “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know exactly. I heard that the ghost sword leaves such scars as a warning to those involved in our work. “If you ignore that warning, you will pay with your life and the scars will be erased…”

-bang!

“Tsk.”

Before he could finish his words, Mo Kyung-un knocked him to the floor.

Gyeomchang was embarrassed by this and said.

“It’s true.”

“I confirmed that he already killed him and left a scar, but he keeps trying to deceive me.”

“You killed him while leaving scars? No way?”

“No way? “I saw it with my own eyes.”

“That can’t be possible. Didn’t you tell me? Why would the ghost sword leave traces in a place like that that could be traced or clues? This is …

A scream of pain burst from Gyeomchang’s mouth.

This was because Mo Kyung-un’s fingers were digging into his collarbone.

While he was suffering like this, Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed and then became sharper.

‘…….It doesn’t leave a trace on the dead?’

Mo Kyung-un’s mind became complicated.

According to the clues we have come across so far, the ghost sword must be the culprit who killed him.

However, it is said that ghost swords do not leave traces on the dead.

However, there were marks-like scars left on the body of the dead grandfather.

‘It’s not like it was left behind a long time ago.’

The blood on the scar was clear evidence that the wound was carved at the moment of death.

But this person strongly denied it.

That meant one of two things.

This person is lying to distract him, or

‘…….no way?’

The focus of Mo Kyung-un’s pupils became smaller.

Soon, Mok Gyeong-un grabbed her collarbone with his clenched fingers and pulled Gyeomchang up.

It was impossible not to feel pain as I grabbed the bone and pulled it.

“Off!”

Mok Gyeong-un asked whether that was the case or not.

“If the ghost sword is from that organization, you would at least have a good idea of ​​who he killed or not, right?”

Gyeomchang, who was in pain at this question, shook his head.

“Off. “I don’t know.”

“Would you like me to let you know?”

“It’s true. “We are a branch organization to begin with, so we only follow the instructions given to us, so we don’t know exactly what each person is doing.”

“…….You don’t know? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, that’s right. “If it is not information that you really need to know, it should not be shared.”

“hmm.”

He was trying too hard to say that it was a lie.

Mok Kyung-un looked at him intently and said.

“Then I guess you’ve never heard of the name Munno.”

“Munno? “Did you just say Munno?”

“Didn’t you just say that information wouldn’t be shared?”

At those words, Gyeomchang trembled.

Mok Kyung-un was surprised to see this and asked.

“You know something?”

At that question, Gyeomchang frowned for a moment, hesitated, and then opened his mouth.

“……If the name Munno you are talking about is the one we know, it is the old name of Haeyeong Yakseon (解營藥仙).”

‘!?’

End

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