Chapter 175 -

Inside the old room, a short old man was looking down at the young man lying on the bed.

'Jin Tae-gyeong of Taewon Jinga.'

The face of Jin Tae-gyeong, who was still unconscious, was calm. At first glance, she seemed to be in a deep sleep.

'Even after being hit by the flame kidney, it's barely this much.'

The old man, Jeokcheongang, clicked his tongue inwardly.l

It is nothing other than a transcendent martial art that he unfolded with his own hands.

Even though he adjusted his power, that doesn't mean it's not enough power for a young guy who has just crossed the climax wall.

There was only one answer, and Jeokcheongang already knew the answer.

'This guy has learned the same kind of zeal as me.'

Just because they're hot dogs doesn't mean they're all hot dogs.

Air power is similar to weaponry in some ways. The essence is one, but the form is many.

In the case of the ascending inner core method, each characteristic is revealed, such as the volcanic wave's self hollowing.

And it was a fact that also corresponded to Yeolhwamun (烈火門), where Jeokcheongang was the head of the gate.

'There's no way that guy has learned the Fire God Art.'

Yeolhwamun has thoroughly followed the principle of one-person transmission for the past hundreds of years.

The fact that there was no leakage during the succession process is a fact that the current owner, Jeokcheongang, knows well.

Nevertheless, the fact that Jin Tae-gyeong shows traces of contemplation… … .

'I guess that's what it is.'

Flame Shrine.

No matter how you think about it, that's all.

Jeokcheongang smiled bitterly. With such a lonely expression that people who knew him would doubt my eyes if they saw him.

"Did it happen in the end?"

The decrepit voice hovered emptyly in the old cabin before dissipating. Jeokcheongang's gaze, which had been chasing something that could not be seen or caught for a long time, met Jin Taekyung's face.

His expression was distorted, as if he was suffering from a nightmare.

"What should the old lady do with you-. At that time, Jin Tae-gyeong muttered like a moan.

"Ugh, Kimochii."

""...!"

.."

Gimo, what?

I can't understand it, but hearing it somehow makes me feel uncomfortable.

Jeokcheongang shook his head as he looked at Jin Taegyeong, who flinched and fired Kimochi.

'He seems like a strange guy.'

It was after 'Kimochi' was changed to 'Yamete' that he left.

Jeokcheongang, who could no longer endure the discomfort and rushed out of the room, had chicken meat growing on his forearm.

'… … Is it also witchcraft?'

It was a moment of deep doubt.

* * *

When I open my eyes, I see an old ceiling.

The lanterns swaying red and the scenery outside the window became dark. Unknowingly, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Whew."

You live. She suffered minor internal injuries, but even this much was enough to make her feel good.

No, considering that the opponent was the Fire King, it was nothing short of a miracle.

'Did you really not intend to kill me? The same goes for Cheongpung.

But still, lying in bed like this… … .

"Are you awake?"

Ugh!"

I jumped like a carp.

It was because something crouching in a dark corner had quietly risen.

"I was surprised, you crazy bastard!"

Hyuk Moo-jin replied bluntly.

"What are you so surprised about? It's not a face you see once or twice."

"Look at your face. Are you getting used to it?"

"What's wrong with my face? You look good just by doing this. When I was young, my parents were worried too. "

"Do you think it will be difficult to live with that face?"

"no. I was afraid that I would be kidnapped because I looked too pretty for a boy."

Are you insane

If he had that kind of impression, he wouldn't be worried about being kidnapped, but would have been worried about becoming a kidnapper.

"… … Now tell them not to worry."

"Later."

Hyuk Moo-jin, who was approaching with erratic steps, collapsed with a gasp.

"Ah, ah! for a moment."

"What, why?"

Hyuk Moo-jin answered with a painful expression.

"Mouse, I have a mouse."

"… … It's really different today. Are you unmanned?"

"It can happen if you sit for a long time. I was stuck in that corner because of someone."

"Why is it because of me?"

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"You kept saying weird things.

Gimokji, yamaekdae."

It's like a language inscribed in the soul.

I'm not used to it, I'm even familiar with it. Stunned, I asked.

"… … I?"

"yes. I went outside because it gave me goosebumps, but I heard that if the enemy Daehyeop doesn't want to be burned to death, he will quietly go in.

Report it right away, captain, when you wake up."

Hyuk Moo-jin continued with a face full of sorrow.

"It might be witchcraft, so he told me to cover my ears. But the captain continued, just. Huh? Ah, Gimokji, Gimokji."

"… … Stop it, man."

This is a really great numbers game.

Somehow, when I woke up, I felt thrilled, so I must have had a pretty good dream.

Just in case, I slipped my hand under the blanket.

ugh clean No problem.'

Now that you've solved one problem, it's time to focus on the other.

In terms of the importance of the issue, it is a problem that is incomparably bigger than the previous one.

Because my life depended on it.

"That old man. Where are you now?"

It is clear who the word refers to. Hyukmujin replied in a low voice.

"It is on the first floor. I'm in the middle of telling you to pour and drink with Cheong Sohyeop."

"Yes? How much?"

"I don't know exactly about that because I just woke up, and when I sneakily asked Jeom So-yi earlier, it's past three o'clock."

You don't even need to exert effort.

As he reached the peak, his hearing, which became more sensitive, clearly conveyed the high-pitched music coming from downstairs.

'Look at them running amok'

He's an old man who throws his fists without asking or questioning. The guy who unknowingly intervened and created the current misfortune.

I wanted to shout for justice after breaking the crooks' pot with a bottle of alcohol right away, but I held back.

… … To be precise, I have no choice but to be patient.

"Whoa."

Being powerless is a sin, a sin.

As I sighed deeply, Hyuk Moo-jin insinuated.

"Here, chief."

"why?"

"I guess I'll have to go downstairs now."

"Where do you go down?"

"As soon as the enemy leader comes to his senses, he told me to come down right away…

"You sound like an enemy threat. How can that old man be a big threat?"

"Even the leader would say it's a grand bargain if he's in front of it."

That's right.

However, going down as instructed now is no different from jumping into the tiger's jaws.

I started putting on the clothes that were draped on the table at the speed of light.

"What are you doing?"

"Ready to bounce."

"yes?"

"It's splashing. Why, would you like to come too?"

Hyuk Moo-jin grabbed my arm with a puzzled face.

"No, why are you running away?"

"I don't know when that old man will go wrong and burn me to death, but wouldn't you want to stand out if you were like me?"

"Is it because of that?"

"If that was the case, the chieftain?"

"yes. If that's the case, I and Cheongpung Sohyeop are already… … I firmly cut off the guy's words.

"I should have explained everything. The misunderstanding will be cleared up."

"Oh, you know."

"Am I stupid?"

I passed out around noon, so at least half a day had passed. Even if Jeokcheongang was a hot-tempered old man, he must have done an investigation to find out the truth.

Cheongpung and Hyukmujin must have worked hard to resolve the misunderstanding.

Hearing my words, Hyuk Moo-jin tilted his head.

"Isn't that what happened? There is no reason to run away."

Every second is not worth it. Pretending to rummage quickly, I took out an item from my inventory and shook it.

"Come on, reason."

[Flame extension].

Moojin Hyuk checked the outside of the old book and muttered.

"Ah, Shiva… …

"Okay then, here is the problem. What is the relationship between Jopil and Jeokcheongang, who have the secret level of flame height, which is the martial art of Yeolhwamun?"

"Suddenly do you feel it too? I bet my hands, fingers, and all my property on the relationship between the father and the son. what do you want?"

Hyuk Moo-jin didn't risk anything.

Instead, he began to let his desperate imagination run wild, full of dreams and hopes.

"Now, wait a minute. The two may or may not be priests."

"If it's not between the priests and the priests, what is it? Are you rich? Seeing that his personality is so damn good, that makes sense. right?"

"Couldn't Jo-pil stole the enemy Daehyeop's stuff?"

I snorted. The blow was so hard that the snot popped out.

"Is the King of Fire the grandfather of the village? Who's stealing that old man's things?"

It was the King of Fire who killed a thousand Demonic Cultists for setting a fire near their house.

Even if Jopil was a madman, he couldn't even dream of it unless he got botox.

After hesitating for a moment, Hyukmujin nodded.

"… … great. Then call me a disciple."

"Because I am a disciple. And if you're not following me, let go quickly. I'm busy."

Hyuk Moo-jin did not pretend to hear and continued to speak steadfastly.

"Even if Jo Pil is a disciple of the enemy Daehyeop, we have only done our duty. Wasn't it Jo Pil who even rushed to kill him first?"

"Yeah, you and Cheongpung will be fine anyway, so tell me that instead of me.

I have to go and see."

captain!"

"Come on, Mujin. Let's pretend that's true. It's never going to happen, but let's say that old man with a bad temper admits his disciple's fault and just moves on."

I asked as I took off the guy's hands one by one.

"Then, should I return the thing that Jo-pil stole?"

Hyukmujin nodded his head vigorously.

"of course. Is it possible to gulp and burn to death?"

"But how would you feel if you said you couldn't return it?"

"yes? Leader Perhaps, I'm coveting the flame kidney right now… …

"Am I crazy? Living thin and long is my life philosophy. That's why you poop like that on purpose!"

Normally, he would have made a disgusted face when he said he was talking dirty, but now he just swallows dry saliva.

"Then what's the matter?"

"It's a problem because what Jopil had wasn't the only level of flame height."

I spread my three fingers out and began folding them one by one.

One, flame extension. Two, a sword for one thousand years.

and the last three.

"Deteriorating Gods."

Hyuk Mu-jin, who had already opened his mouth at the sword in his later years, asked with a worried expression.

"… … Are you talking about that then? Instead of greatly increasing gong power, the body is on fire?"

"huh. I was going to give it to you a long time ago along with the secret salary of the Flame God."

"That, where is that now?"

"Mujin-ah."

I stared out the window with wet eyes. It was north, in the direction of the Hangsan Checkpoint.

"Do you remember the last time we went to Hangshan Checkpoint?"

"Suddenly why?"

"Jeokpungdanju, he counted more than I thought. How can I beat the guy who defeated the nobleman and even Jinmu-gyeong?"

"Now, now, wait a minute. So then?"

"huh. The medicine was good."

I stroked my belly with the heart of a third-week pregnant woman who had just checked the pregnancy test.

"I put it here. The God of Fire."

"They said it was Yeolhwamun's visionary command. To give it back, you have to cut it open and draw blood."

"Then don't stop me. I throw away all the yoke and fetters of this world and set out to find a way to live… … "

At that moment, Hyuk Moo-jin moved more agile than ever.

Tadadadak, swish!

I saw a bird in the figure of the guy flying out of the wide open window holding the backpack he always had.

'No, that bastard.'

Dare you try to escape before me?

Even with a hermit and a backpack full of food?

"Hey, Hyuk Moo-jin!"

It was already too late when he let out a muffled cry.

The new model of the guy who glanced at me with liberated eyes immediately fell down.

"Such punishment."

I also have to run away quickly.

It was at that time that I was about to run and throw myself out of the window.

f*ck! dump!

Hyuk Moo-jin, who was running hard before he knew it, fell down as if he had been shot.

Hitting the guy's temple was something I was familiar with.

"… … Chicken bones?"

and the next moment.

A low-pitched voice came from below.

"Stupid bastard. Can't you tell the difference between a chicken and a duck?"

jerk, jerk.

A small shadow sways along the kerosene lights at the entrance of the inn. Soon after, a wrinkled face suddenly appeared, looking up at me as I was hanging out by the window, smirking.

"Where were you going?"

After looking at 14, 000, 605 futures, I came up with the most appropriate answer.

"A sidekick."

"Do you want to poop?"

"no."

Yeah, I thought it wouldn't work.