Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Moun shook his head as Boo Eun-Seol glanced at the book.
“That’s an old assignment, I don’t need to see it.”
When Bu Eun-sul glared at him, Maun shook his head.
“It’s a boring job that pays pennies on the dollar for the work you do. It’s labor for nothing.”
“Money is not important.”
“If money doesn’t matter, then what does?”
When Bu Eun-sul didn’t answer, still glaring at him, Maun opened his mouth as if he had no choice.
“Namsagok was originally a killing gate that was only active in the Hubei region, but it gradually expanded its territory and began to operate in the Hunan province.”
Maun coughed, then spoke.
“The Namsagoks are not even part of the martial arts, they are horse servants who would kill a child for a price, and they operate as stealthily as rats.”
“So the Gusalts can take care of all the factions that aren’t part of the Demon Warriors?”
She always asked for more information than just the mission.
But each time, Maun cut him off.
“Other than information about the mission, we do not provide any other information.”
“Hmm.”
Bu Eun-sul stared at the words in the book and sighed.
He put a booklet in her arms that read, “Captive.
“I’ll take this one.”
As Bu Eun-sul turned on her heel and left the antiquarian bookstore, Maun muttered something incomprehensible.
“Brother. That guy is really weird.”
“Why? How hard of a mission did you pick?”
“No, I picked this one, the one that came in this time, the one that dealt with the South Side.”
“What?”
Shangliang narrowed his eyes.
“Why, you’re a good guy, what’s the point of taking on the killers?”
“Isn’t that guy…… like the old Eleven guy?”
Maun muttered to herself as she watched the fading backdrop of the snowflakes.
“I think he’s doing this because he’s out for blood.”
“Does that even make sense?”
“Why doesn’t that make sense? Aren’t some of the people who crawl up to Gusalbei often the ones who come to do human whitewashing?”
Among the firing squad, there were often those who joined not because they were guilty or needed money, but because they enjoyed the blood and gore.
“The younger one, the one with the fierce eyes and the blunt way of speaking…… seems to be the one.”
“I don’t think so?”
“So why would someone of that caliber take on a job that is a waste of time?
“Hmm. I guess.”
Bu Eun-sul chose the mission to gain practical experience, but from their perspective, it could have been mistaken for killing.
After raising his eyebrows for a moment, Shangliang shook his head.
“Damn. I thought he was a decent guy, not a homicidal maniac.”
* * *
There was a group of warriors walking along a winding river.
He’s a man with a dull color, but his eyes are always bright, and he wears a hero’s gun on his head.
It was the disciples of the Hyungsan sect, who had left Jingharu and were hurrying down the road.
“I guess I’m going to have to be homeless today.”
An elderly man walking in the foreground looked out at the setting sun.
This was the great disciple of the Hyungsan sect, Ok Kihon.
“Ugh, that guy!”
The lanky man behind him, the now-Hong Zhenzhen, snarled, and clutched the head of the youngest priest by his side.
It was Myeong-woon, who tried to trick Bu-eun-sul into drinking free alcohol.
“Isn’t it because of you that I lost half a day that this happened?”
Then Mingyun said with a bitter expression.
“It wasn’t me, it was the booze bug in my stomach…….”
Ta-da.
After clutching Myeong-woon’s head again as he spouted his bullshit, Hongzhen bared his gums.
“Cut the crap and get ready to start a fire!”
As if they were quite used to being homeless, the disciples of the Hyung San Sect moved in unison.
Twigs were gathered for a fire, and some of the disciples took cloth from their backpacks and cut down trees to make tents to shelter from the night’s dew.
Tatatak.
Before I knew it, night was falling.
Tucked away in a rocky outcropping, the disciples of the Hyung Sanpa were huddled around a campfire, sleeping.
Beep Beep Beep.
The silence is broken only by the occasional sound of a grasshopper.
Hong Zhenkun asked as he turned to look at Ok Ki Hyeon, who was staring at the full moon behind him.
“Big brother. Can’t sleep.”
Jade Mist shook his head with a wry smile.
“Nope. I just like the color of the night…….”
He said it, but his eyes weren’t looking at anything pornographic.
The Hong Warlord sighed as he realized what Jade Qi had in mind.
“Well, it’s a bit…… off-putting to see the disciples of the dignified main sect carrying things around like the marksmen of a country.”
In fact, the disciples of the Hsing Shan Sect came to Kang Ho at the behest of Amifa, who entrusted them with the task of delivering the golden spirit to the Shaman Sect.
“Not for transportation, but as a favor from Amifa. Master has a connection to the Zheng’an situation, so he can’t help it.”
Despite his words, Ok Ki Hoon’s expression was not pleased.
No matter how hard she tries, she was once the ruler of Namak.
But now that I’m carrying something from a different faction, it’s hard not to feel entitled.
“I even told my master that after this job, I would never take on a job like this again.”
He talks the talk, but his livelihood is completely tilted. If he didn’t do this, he would starve.
Ok shook his head and changed the subject.
“By the way, I’m worried about the youngest priest. I hope he ends his wanderings soon.”
Mingyun was the youngest disciple he took on in his later years.
However, he was gifted in nature and had a natural aptitude for martial arts, and within a year, he had interpreted and mastered all of the non-classical texts of the Hyung San School.
But eventually, he stopped practicing martial arts and just drank and drank.
I’ve scolded him over and over again, and I’ve tried to cajole him, but he never listens.
“Don’t worry too much. He’ll always come to his senses, and he’ll shine.”
Jade Qi Heng muttered bitterly at Hong Zhen’s words.
“If Myung-woon had joined the main faction earlier, he would have been chosen as the High Priest of the Cause.”
Cause.
The Wushuang’s plan is to create a great late-stage cultivator by generously passing on the discipline regardless of sect or faction.
Hearing that they could freely practice the non-seasonal techniques of the main sect, many of the disciples of the Hyungsan Sect applied to join the Cause.
However, their qualities were not outstanding, and in the end, they were unable to pass the Jia Guan and were forced to turn away.
But what if there was a cloud overhead?
He must have been one of the eighteen Causemasters.
“Well, what’s the point of talking about the past?”
With a bitter smile, Jade Qi Heng looked at Mingyun’s sleeping face.
“It’s not like I don’t know how Mingyun feels.”
At those words, Hong Zhenkun’s expression was devastated.
We all know the facts.
Mingyun is not wandering, he is in deep despair.
Unless you have the best inner gongshim method and rising sword method, hwasun ratio and pipa sword method, called twin clauses…….
Even if you mastered all the remaining martial arts in the Sect, you would not be able to break through the first-class barrier.
“Still, if you’re a genius, you’ll push the envelope someday.”
Jade Qi Heng smiled at Hong Zhen’s words.
“I can only hope so.”
As they had promised, the two brothers looked at the sleeping Ming Yun with gentle eyes.
“Good night, death penalty. Tomorrow you must hit the road.”
“Sure…….”
He was about to nod when his eyes widened.
You notice something shimmering in the trees.
“Poisoned sword?
It was a poisoned sword with the entire blade painted black to suppress light reflection.
Most people wouldn’t see it, but Ok Ki Hyeon was born with night vision, so he spotted the flashing light.
“It’s a raid!”
The only ones who carry poisoned swords are the Salsu.
With his sword drawn, Jade Qi Heng shouted out in a loud voice, causing the sleeping disciples of the Hyung San Sect to wake up.
Papapapap!
Memorization began to fall from the trees.
Difference.
Swords drawn, the disciples of the Sect of the Shadow God batted away the flurry of memorization.
“Eek!”
“Billion!”
But soon, screams erupted from all sides.
The memorization was so insidious that most of his students had no practical experience.
Sneak.
Before I knew it, I was surrounded by black-robed killers.
There are only nine disciples of the Hyung San Sect.
But there were about four dozen of them.
“I’m so relieved!
I’ve come so far without incident that I’ve come to think of the transportation of my psychotropic medicines as a gradual cruise.
Even if I were homeless, I would have to choose my location with a plan B and be vigilant.
“I will spare your life if you surrender the potion.”
A man who appeared to be the leader of the group stepped forward and spoke to Okkihon.
“You don’t have to risk your life in a stabbing. No.”
‘You already know we’re carrying psychotropic drugs.’
Jadeite gritted his teeth.
There’s nothing more terrifying than an informed killer. They’re confident in their ability to take you down.
“I’ll decline.”
“I don’t understand, why do the marksmen put their lives on the marks?”
As Salsoo sneered, Ok Ki Hoon spoke up, suppressing his anger.
“We are the disciples of the sect of the Pharisees, not of the signs!”
Salsu rather chuckled.
“That’s what I’m saying. No matter how much you call yourself a ragtag bunch of gatekeepers, you’re still a mark.”
He knew that they were disciples of the Hyung San Sect.
“Hey, these guys…….”
In a fit of rage, Jade Qi Heng clutched his sword, and the boss, Salsu, clicked his tongue.
“Well, that’s what you get for being a bunch of prideful partisans. They value honor over life, and they’ll get themselves killed for it.”
Then he spoke to the men behind him.
“You’re not making any sense. Let’s get these guys out of here and get out of here.”
Growl.
At those words, all of the Salsu drew their poisoned swords.
As soon as the sword was drawn, it emitted a pungent odor, suggesting that it had been poisoned.
“All you disciples, take up your swords and defeat the enemy!”
It was Mingyun who was the first to respond to Jade Mist’s cry by drawing his sword.
Delete!
His blade was very precise, digging right into the yin point near the shoulder of the charging Salvo.
“Eek!”
Ming Yun’s single sword stroke crippled one of the Salishu’s arms, and the Salishu around him looked slightly surprised.
“Kill the little bastard first!”
Seeing this, Hong Zhenzhen raised his sword and shouted.
“Help Mingyun!”
Boom, boom, boom!
For a while, the sound of clashing muskets echoed through the forest.
In the meantime, Mingyun had slashed through three of the killers. But the executioners standing beside him were staggering and wielding their swords as if strained.
“Death Penalty, hang in there!”
Ming Yun, who was wielding a longsword, shouted, but to no avail.
The outcome was a foregone conclusion anyway.
“Ouch!”
There were screams, and the men who had fought on their backs were falling one by one.
The killers intentionally stabbed them in the leg or arm muscles without inflicting a fatal wound.
“Ugh…….”
A low moan of anguish rang out.
Of the nine disciples of the Brotherhood, Ming Yun was the only one standing with a sword.
“Ha. Ha.”
As he watched Mingyun gasp for air, Boss Salsu shook his head.
“That’s strange, the younger one is stronger than the older one?”
Then another chuckled and said.
“Does your brother-in-law stop performing when he gets older, hahaha!”
Ming Yun wanted to curse, but he didn’t even have the strength to open his mouth.
“It’s all my fault.
It’s only now that I feel a terrible wave of regret.
If only I had honed my martial arts a little more, if only I had gotten out of despair a little sooner…….
We would have been able to defeat these brutal killers and rescue the dead.
‘But…….’
Poof.
Dropping the sword he was holding, Ming Yun shook his head.
Regret always comes in the form of hindsight.
I’m powerless to do anything anymore. No matter how hard I try, nothing will change.
“That’s too bad, he seems pretty good.”
The tongue-lashing Salsu raised the poisoned sword he held.
“You have to get rid of the aftermath first. I don’t know about the others, but that one must be killed.”
Shit!
A poisoned sword slashes at Mingyun’s throat,
Ta-da!
With a loud crack, the poisoned dagger that was about to slice his throat hit something and was knocked back.
“No?
Looking down at the floor, Boss Salsu’s eyes widened.
It was a very small rock that fell with a bang.
“Quite a stickler!
Someone has loaded the stone with power and thrown it as heavy as a marble.
“Who are you!”
At the same time as the shout of the sprinkler, a wind blew from somewhere.
It was the ultimate in covering your tracks.
Self.
The black mist from the ground seemed to slowly form into a human form, and before he knew it, a faint shadow appeared in front of him like a ghost.
It is dressed in inky-colored nocturnal clothing and has a mask over its face.
He wears two swords, one on his waist and one on his back, but he looks more like an Orthodox muja than a Salsura.
It was swollen tongue.