Chapter 2

Chapter 2

How Much Time Has Passed?
Bu Eunseol slowly opened her closed eyes.
Today, she could feel a strange aura in the iron coffin.
It was a cold chill that was hard to bear, even for someone who had played with corpses so many times.
“I’d like a robe and a sword.”
Thinking of the magnificent robe and sword, she clenched her teeth once more.
Miss Bu Zhan had never broken a promise before.
If she could hold out until sunrise, he would definitely give her the robe and sword.
“Ugh.”
But as time went on, the coldness penetrated not only his skin but also his bones.
Ta-da-da-da.
Her teeth chattered, and she clenched her fists tightly.
“No!
Unable to stand the surging coldness, she squeezed her eyes shut and pushed up the iron tube.
At the same time, a lustrous robe and a sword flew into the sky.
“Hah.
Bu Eunseol shook her head and pushed herself up from the iron tube.
-Yon Seok. I knew it!
At the end of the corpse game, she heard the voice of her grandfather, who always laughed heartily.
But nowhere was Miss Bu Zhan’s voice to be heard.
“Why is it so quiet?
Sensing something was amiss, Bu Eun-sul cautiously stepped outside.
“Grandpa!”
She called out loudly, but there was no answer.
She blinked as she looked around the Taiping Pavilion, where the bodies were laid to rest.
“It’s Pocheng again.”
It was night and dawn, and the Pocheng would summon Bu Zhanliang whenever there were new corpses.
Judging by the fact that he was nowhere to be seen, he had most likely gone to Po Cheng.
“What the…….”
With a disappointed look on her face, Bu Eun-sul rubbed her eyes and turned to go back to her room,
“……!”
Passing by the courtyard, Bu Eun-sul’s body stiffened.
The urns stacked on one side of the yard had all been smashed.
“Ouch.”
Bu Eunseol jumped up, grabbed her broom, and ran.
The area around the urns was a mess, as if a storm had just passed through.
Not only that, but the stone vault was carved with sharp, sharp marks all over it.
“What is this?”
Bu Eun-sul looked at the marks on the stone and touched them,
Qi Ying.
A sharp metallic sound echoed in the early morning sky.
If she were a martial arts master, she would have recognized the sound as the clash of sword against sword.
But to her untrained ears, it only sounded like an ominous screech.
“Grandpa.”
Muttering in a low voice, Bu Eunseol walked out the gate as if mesmerized.
As she walked toward the source of the sound, she saw a giant tree standing at the edge of the village in the distance.
The full moon shone brightly from its branches, illuminating the dark night.
Qi Ying.
This time, the metallic sound was shorter than before.
Feeling even more ominous than before, Bu Eunseol began to pant.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
After running for a while, the dimly visible giant tree came into clear view.
And in front of him sat a familiar shadow, crouched on the ground.
“Grandpa!”
Buunsul shouted in delight as he recognized the shadow.
The shadow crouching under the dark tree was none other than Bu Zhanyang.
“Grandpa…….”
Bu Eun-sul smiled and ran.
But when she saw his face reflected in the moonlight, her heart turned to ice.
His long eyes, which had always looked at her with compassion, were pierced with black holes.
The stubby arms that had always gently stroked her hair had been cut off below her shoulders.
The skinny, broad back that used to cuddle me when I couldn’t sleep was bony and covered with dozens of memorizations.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Teardrops from its eyes slid down its cheeks and onto the floor.
The moment,
“……is it snowing?”
Bu Zhanyang slowly opened his mouth, sensing his grandson’s stirring despite not being able to see.
“Yon-suk, I knew it.”
He paused.
The tears that fell from his eyes blinded him.
Even though she was blinded, Bu Zhan Yang smiled benevolently, as if she could see the scene clearly.
“You’ve frightened her.”
Despite the hurt and pain that made her wish she could die, Bu Zhan Yang was only worried about her surprise.
“Grandpa…….”
Choking, Bu Eun-sul cautiously walked over and cupped Bu Zhan-yang’s cheeks.
“Grandpa…… Grandpa.”
“It’s okay.”
Bu Zhanyang smiled and moved his shoulders slightly.
He was probably trying to gently stroke Bu Eun-sul’s head as she was crying.
“Grandpa. Grandpa…….”
“It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Even without his eyes, Bu Zhanyang looked straight at his grandson and smiled.
“I think your aunt will have to leave soon.”
“Who is it?”
Bu Zhan’s eyes glowed with a blood-darker than blood.
Dark flesh oozed from his entire body, as if he hadn’t already been beaten to death.
“Who made my grandfather like this!”
The desperate cry echoed in the night sky.
“This old woman wants only one thing.”
After a long silence, Miss Bu Zhan spoke in a gentle voice.
“She doesn’t need salt, so use Huagol Mountain. There shouldn’t even be a trace of her presence in the world.”
Bu Eunsul shook her head.
Hua Gol Shan is the most terrible poison in the world, dissolving corpses into handfuls of liquid.
However, it’s so difficult to make that a drop of it costs more than a grain of diamond the size of a red bean.
Thinking of his own death, Bu Zhan Yang told Bu Eunseul where he had hidden the acid.
“No!”
“You won’t listen to this old lady?”
“Revenge, I’ll take revenge!”
“Seol, if you do that…… this old lady won’t be able to close her eyes.”
Bu Eun-sul swallowed hard and nodded.
“Then, I’ll die too.”
Bu Eun-sul said with thick tears dripping down her cheeks.
“When I go to the other side, who will take care of my grandfather? Who will boil the noodles, and who will be by his side to help with the salt?”
“Seol-ah.”
“Grandpa always said that the other world is just like this world, so I’ll go to the other world to be with him.”
At that moment, the corners of Bu Zhan Yang’s mouth twitched.
The black man brutally used his hands to make Bu Zhanyang feel hellish pain, until his last breath.
However, he was able to keep his face stoic because of his deep affection for Bu Eunseol.
“I always thought that this old lady could go on and on and on…….”
Tears of blood flowed from Bu Zhanyang’s empty eyes.
He thought his life was worth less than a leaf on the road…….
The thought of leaving her beloved grandson behind was so painful that she couldn’t close her eyes.
“Seol-ah, this is my last request.”
Although she had no arms, Ms. Bu Zhan hugged her grandson’s body with all her strength.
“I want you to go far away from the dead.”
Bu Zhanyang could say no more.
His eyes were hollow, and blood was pouring out of his mouth, ears, and nose.
Seven-hole blood.
The life force within his body was exhausted, and the time had come for him to die.
“Stand up.”
Bu Zhanyang exhaled the last of his life force and spoke a single word.
“I was so happy while we were together.”
Poof.
Bu Zhanyang’s face, which had a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth, slowly turned downward.
As she watched, Bu Eun-sul silently hugged her grandfather’s body tightly.
She buried her face in his cold chest over and over again.
* * *
A skinny old man lay on a salt-bath made of chestnut wood.
It was the body of Miss Bu Zhan, who had died under a tree at the mouth of the village.
“Grandfather.”
Bu Eun-sul looked at her grandfather’s body with a puffy face.
They brought a wheelbarrow and carefully moved his body according to the funeral director’s instructions.
“We’ll live happily ever after.”
Bu Zhanyang wished her beloved grandson would leave the village and live a normal life for the rest of his life.
But Bu Eun-sul couldn’t do that.
Instead, she decided to salt him and follow him.
Chuak.
Picking up a clean cloth from a large bucket of water, Bu Eun-sul carefully began to wipe her grandfather’s body.
His hands froze in their movements.
Her eyes flashed red as she examined the wound on Bu Zhan’s shoulder.
“Grandpa…….”
The cross-section of the severed forearm was as clear as glass.
It was impossible for even the best martial artists of the time to cut off a rebel’s two arms at the same time without any error.
There is only one way to do it, and that is to have the rebel hold out his own arms.
“You were trying to protect me, weren’t you?”
Bu Eun-sul realized the cause of Bu Zhan-yang’s death.
To protect something more precious than his own life, the old man had given his arms away.
“The pestilence cut off both arms…… grandfather’s eyes…… and ligaments and muscles…….”
Tears of blood flowed from the pupils of Bu Eun-sul’s eyes as she clutched the clean cloth.
The beast could not have been more brutal, not only cutting through Bu Zhanliang, but leaving him to die in agony.
A flash.
The pupils of Feng Shui’s eyes glistened with blood again.
“I can never forgive this cruel beast. Only by finding it and tearing it to shreds would she be able to find peace.
“I must find it.”
Bu Eunseol began to study the wounds left on Bu Zhanyang’s body.
The herbivorous plants that the martial artists had stretched out were like his own face.
Even if a fellow student unleashed the same technique, the power and defense would be vastly different.
“I can find it.”
For years, Bu Eunseol has been studying the scars on the corpses with Bu Zhanliang.
Just by looking at the wounds on the body, he could usually tell what kind of stance the deceased had taken in a given situation and what the fatal blow was.
“From top to bottom…….”
Examining the cross-section left on Bu Zhanyang’s shoulder, Bu Eunseol’s mind unfolded the most bizarre sword herb in all of heaven.
To his surprise, the beast had attacked from the bottom up, severing both of his arms.
There were very few sword techniques in the Martial Realm that could soar from the bottom up. Not only that, but he changed the sword qi that severed his arms in the middle to stab both of his eyes.
It was obviously a sword technique of the Maido school, not the Zheng sect.
“But this move is impossible…….”
No matter how bizarre a sword technique was, it was still a human body with blood and flesh flowing through it.
Without the ability to stretch and contract bones at will, it would be impossible to swing a sword like this.
“No, I can.”
Suddenly, Bu Eunseol remembered what Bu Zhanyang had said.
-“There are many techniques in the Martial Arts. One of them is the art of fluidization, which can stretch and shrink bones and muscles at will.
“Heavenly Milking.”
Clearly, Feng Shui was a sword master who had mastered the art.
This time, Bu Eun-sul looked at the back of the sword, where ninety-three different memorization marks were left.
“How can he throw ninety-three memorization marks with one hand? Could it be that he’s a martial artist?”
Remembering the Sichuan Tang festival, Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
Even the Ten Thousand and One Thousand and One Tang Singer could only throw out sixty-six memorizations.
“I wonder if he had helpers? No.”
Shaking his head, Bu Eun-sul’s eyes flashed.
“He used the musk memorization device.”
Musk.
Musk had long been a staple in the Murim’s long history.
It is said to be home to many memorization masters who can create a device that can shoot out hundreds of memorizations in a single shot.
“Besides, the symptoms of addiction are…….”
The underside of Bu Zhanyang’s tongue and the inside of the nails on his reattached arm were blackened.
This is what happens when you’re poisoned, especially with the extreme poisons of the flesh-eating, septic system, which only need to come into contact with the skin.
Bu Eun-sul bit her lip.
“A person who has not only mastered the extraordinary art of Heavenly Dairy Processing, but also possesses a musky memorization device called the Heavenly Musk, and is a frequent user of poisons of the Flesh-eating Bloodline.”
There are not many people like him in the Martial Realm.
Bu Eun-sul cried out in a low voice.
“I will find him.”