Chapter 187

Seeing the determined expression on Qi Ganxueyun’s face, Mo Yongkung nodded with an expression of helplessness.
“Hmmm. I see.”
He looked at Bu Eun-sul and Hyuk So-jin and forced a smile.
“I’ve prepared a banquet, so I’d like you two to come inside.”
The banquet table was set with sumptuous dishes that could not have been prepared in an old manor house.
Mo Yongkung paid a large sum of money and brought in the neighborhood cooks to cook for him.
After a few rounds of drinking, the Jiegals, Brother Huang Bo, and Mo Yongkung chatted and caught up.
However, Bu Eun-sul and Hyuk So-jin did nothing but listen and eat their food in silence.
“Nothing unusual.
In fact, Bu Eun-sul was looking at the group with suspicion.
Jegal, Mo Yong, and Huang Bao’s pursuers have joined forces, but why go after them separately?
Of course, it could also be a youthful fling.
But the timing is too coincidental, and when he encounters the masked men on the ship, he’s not entirely convinced.
That thought was echoed by Yongkyung Mo.
“Chen Yixiang broke his promise and left for Yunnan, just in time for the young masters to appear…….
Of course, things don’t always go as planned in the Murim, and there are always surprises.
However, Mo Yong-kyung looks at Boo-eun-sul and Hyuk-so-jin with suspicion when they suddenly appear.
“At least you’re not being presumptuous.
Mo Yongkung would have been very unhappy if the two of them had said that they were coming with him.
But he just ate his food, and when the two didn’t engage in conversation, he nodded with a look of helplessness.
“We’ll have to wait and see.
When Mo Yongqing was somewhat full from drinking and eating, he discussed the future with a serious expression on his face.
“The Marriage Maniac has killed five young martial artists while on the run. Three squadrons, including the main family’s Yangsac Squadron, are now hot on his trail.”
He paused for a moment, then said with a solemn expression.
“Yang Sakdae’s intel says he’s planning to go into Daemyung Mountain and shake off the pursuers, so three squadrons are split up to guard the road to Daemyung Mountain.”
Huang Bo Tianqing, who had been listening silently with his arms folded, received the words.
“If it’s Daemyungshan, is…… trying to escape to Yunnan?”
“Probably, yes.”
Mo Yongjing paused for a moment, then looked at Qi Ganxueyun.
“But is your opinion still different?”
Jegalsun nodded.
“That’s right. I don’t think he’ll come to Daemyungsan, but to the opposite side of the mountain, to Wujungsan, in Sameungbu.”
Scanning the people in the room, Jagged Cloud spoke up.
“The Marriage Maniac has been hunted down many times in the past, even by the Firmamentalists, and has managed to stay hidden until now.”
Zegalsun said with authority.
“There’s no way the elusive killer would leave a trail for his pursuers.”
“Does that mean you’re not going to Yunnan?”
At Huang Bo Tianqing’s question, Qi Gulian shook his head.
“No, I’m going to Yunnan. But…….”
And he pointed to the map.
“Once we’ve dispatched our pursuers in Wuzhongshan and the siege is broken, we’ll head for Yunnan.”
Mo Yongkyeong, who had been listening silently, said.
“But I don’t understand, if that’s what you think, wouldn’t Lord Jie Galian, the leader of the Secret Army, have predicted it?”
The answer was given by Zegalserin.
“We’re wondering if the reason the Pseudo-Madman has been able to evade pursuit by the Ordinaries is because he’s such a good follower.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Experts in a field can sometimes get stuck in a rut.”
“That doesn’t seem to make sense.”
“There’s a second reason, of course.”
Zegalserin calmly explained.
“It’s like having an assistant.”
“Assistant?”
Mo Yongjing narrowed his eyes, and Zegalserin’s long, large eyes flashed.
“Whenever he’s being chased, there’s an assistant who helps the ritualist, covering his tracks or disrupting him.”
This time, Lord Huang Bo shook his head.
“Lin Mae. Even so, does a maniacal killer who is an official of the Martial Kingdom have helpers?”
“Even a madman has money, and there’s a lot of bullshit out there that you can pay for.”
“Mmm.”
Mo Yongkyeong, who had been listening silently, nodded.
“Well, maybe.”
Indeed, Jagga is Jagga.
His insight into how the wealth of knowledge and proficiency of experts can be a loophole was surprising, and his perspective on the big picture was different from that of the average person.
“So what are you going to do?”
Mo Yongqing’s question was answered by Jie Galseun again.
“We must pass this point to pass through Wuzhong Mountain.”
He unfolded the map, a solemn expression on his face.
“This fiend is known to be a master of the divine law, and the moment he arrives here, he will have to be surrounded.”
Taking a deep breath, Jagged Cloud said, his eyes flashing.
“Mo Yongxiao, Bu Xiaoqiao, and Xie Xiaoqiao will block the escape routes and defend. If me, Huang Bo, and Big Brother Jie Jing take charge of the offense, we should be able to win.”
The men in the room nodded at the conviction in his voice.
His plan was impeccable, with no flaws.
But they didn’t know that.
Powerhouse companies usually have a good plan, but the real world often throws up unpredictable situations.
* * *
There were dozens of masters racing up the darkened mountain.
Tzitzitzitz.
It’s barely audible, even though it’s whizzing through trees and bushes.
Divided into three squadrons, the warriors ran at a steady pace, maintaining a triangular formation.
Chubbun.
Then the man in the lead stopped and raised his hand, and the men behind him held their breath and stopped.
“I see you’re headed that way, too.”
The man in the lead, who had been bending down to examine the floor for a long time, nodded.
Like Salsu, he wears a deformed sword strapped to his back like a skewer, and could easily be mistaken for Salsu if he were dressed in nocturnal attire.
But he was dressed in a luxurious robe with navy blue embroidery, and his eyes were stern.
It was Mo Yongchengyun, the master of the Mo Yongse family.
“Now we can catch that lunatic.”
With a low voice, a burly man with an iron-clad armor on both hands walked up beside Mo Yongqingyun.
He was Huang Bo Guangyun, the Jintian master of the Huang Bo family.
“Something’s not right.”
At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a courtier’s robes and wearing a panduan pencil at his waist spoke up, examining the traces left on the ground.
“It’s a stealthy way to get away, but it’s too formulaic.”
He was the secret master of the Jegalese family.
“It’s as if they’ve left a microscopic trace that experts like us can barely recognize.”
“Hoo hoo. That’s all very well, but it means that the maniac knew all of his pursuers’ routes and left a trail ahead of time. Doesn’t that make sense?”
“Of course.”
Jegalyeon shook his head in disbelief.
“But maybe…… some facilitator anticipated our pursuit and deliberately disrupted our tracks.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”
This time, Mo Yongchengyun smiled.
“They didn’t expect him to have helpers, which is why the three families combined to organize a massive chase.”
“No, I’m thinking…… because I don’t think they’re the ones running the intelligence organization.”
“No way, what kind of lunatic fringe is organizing the exploits of a canonist?”
Huang Bo Guangyun nodded in agreement.
“Allies. Sometimes things need to be simple. Hasn’t the madman, who has been untraceable for over a decade, suddenly been found?”
“But…….”
Huang Bo Guangyun waved his hand and said.
“That’s the killer’s luck running out. That’s why I was able to catch him.”
He patted the gauntlets on his hands and smiled.
“Don’t worry. Even if we do lose track of him, the men I’ve set up ahead will cut off his escape route.”
“I see.”
I answered, but it left a bad taste in my mouth.
Green.
Mo Yongchengyun and Huang Bo Guangyun led their men to begin practicing the Divine Law again.
“Mmm.”
Judging by the traces left behind, it’s only a matter of time before you catch the maniac. But why does it feel so strange?
“It’s a waste of time.
Taking a deep breath, he shook his head as if to clear the lingering doubts in his mind.
He soon led his men and followed them.
* * *
Zhongshan Wu.
It’s not a very high mountain, but it’s heavily forested and rugged. The main ridge is rocky and canyonized, making for a spectacular view.
Darkness falls on the slopes of Ujungshan.
There was a small shadow climbing the mountain with ragged breathing.
“Whoa. Whoa.”
He wore tattered clothes and carried a bamboo basket on his shoulder.
Beads of sweat beaded on his forehead, as if he had been walking up a steep mountain path.
“Ha.”
When he finally saw the flat mountainside, he sighed and stopped walking.
His eyes were clear and clean, glistening in the darkness as he gazed up at the starry sky.
“Gulp.”
Pulling a water bag from the bamboo box, he took a long gulp, wiped the sweat from his brow, and resumed walking.
“You’re like a bodhisattva traveling from town to town.”
Watching the young man in the dense forest, Zegalsun called out to the group.
“It’s going to be a while, don’t worry about it, we’ll just wait here.”
Then Lord Huang Bo frowned, and sent out a full note.
“It’s already been a day, so when do you think that marriage maniac is going to show up?”
“We’re about to make a big turn and leave our pursuers behind, so we’ll probably be back at …… sometime tomorrow.”
Blue.
At that moment, the snowflake that had been hiding in the tree suddenly landed on the ground.
He walked briskly toward the young man.
“Boo hoo!”
Startled, Jie Galsuun shouted, but Bu Eunsul walked up behind the young man as if she hadn’t heard.
“Oops!”
As he leaned against the giant tree to catch his breath, the young man stumbled back in surprise at the sudden appearance of the swollen snow.
“Who are you?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eun-sul swept her cold gaze over the young man’s entire body.
He nodded, as if realizing something.
“Was that it.”
“What?”
“I’ll reveal my identity now.”
“Moo, what are you talking about?”
“Pseudo-Married Maniac.”
A flash of realization flashed across the young man’s eyes.
But it was a very brief moment, and the young man’s eyes were innocent again.
“Pseudo-marital mania? What the hell is that?”
Instead of answering, Buunsul clenched his fists.
The gesture wasn’t just a threat, though, as the wind actually whipped around his body and his blade-like flesh rose.
“Vice Society.”
Not seeing him, Jie Galsuun rushed out of the woods and stood in Bu Eunseol’s way.
“Busy. What are you doing? Why are you suddenly…….”
“The author is a nymphomaniac.”
“What do you mean, this young man is a nymphomaniac?”
Bu Eun-sul muttered something she couldn’t tell if it was an answer or to herself.
“Such skillful use of the young man’s hide…… that he could not be caught.”
Woohoo!
Looking down at the young man, Bu Eunseol snapped.
It was only a light stretch, but a tremendous gust of wind, accompanied by a terrifying surge of power, rushed into the young man’s face.
Boom!
But the power was not in the young man’s face, but in the giant tree behind him.
The young man leaning against the tree moved like lightning to escape the power.
“You’re an interesting guy.”
The young man’s clear, crisp voice had changed completely.
Not only that, but the young man’s eyes, which had been clear and sparkling, were slit vertically like a bat’s.
That was the real Gong Gong Guilin, a maniacal killer who dissected people alive.
“Gongong hills!”
Then Brother Huang Bo and Mo Yongkung, who were in the air, let out a thunderous cry and surrounded him.
“You’re a nymphomaniac!”
Gongson Guilin’s expression didn’t change even as Brother Huang Bo and Mo Yongqing surrounded him.
Rather, his gaze was still fixed on Bu Eun-sul.
“You wouldn’t recognize the pelts on my body as the pelts of real young men, would you?”
“Well.”
“How did you find out?”
Gongson Guoling insistently asked why.
If he doesn’t get an answer from her, there’s a chance his transformation will be discovered again in the future.
This dexterous homicidal maniac wants to find the answers, even if it means talking to him.
“I didn’t know, because I almost fell for it myself.”
Gongson Guilin is a killer and a great exponent of the Zheng Zidao.
Since there was no need to follow the rules of distribution or courtesy, Bu Eun-sul was treating her like an inferior.
“You look like you’re dying to know.”
“Then tell me before I die.”
Gongsong Guilin asked insistently, and Bu Eunsul raised her eyebrows.
“Bamboo box.”