Murim Login Chapter 1018

Login Murim Episode 1018

“He was burning secret letters alone without anyone knowing.”

A soft trickle of brains spilled out between the lips.

Jeokcheongang’s eyes, staring at me, had already become calm.

“Is it possible that Namho was mistaken?”

“that······

Instead of continuing, let’s close our mouths quietly.

Jeokcheongang let out a shallow sigh. “Damn it. “It appears to be true.”

In fact, at first I thought this was all just a simple mistake.

It’s a trivial incident that can be easily resolved by calling Sima Pyo and having a few words with him directly.

but······.

“I was already sure. “Nam, the old man”

“I guess so. “The fact that you’re finally bringing this up to me means that you’ve thought about it that deeply.”

“yes. At first, he too seemed to be indifferent. “It was also a situation where there was no evidence to support this.” Getting older means that your senses become dull.

So, Namho also said that he was worried over and over again.

I wonder if the familiar smell he had been smelling so long as an agent at Eunyeonggak was the same type as the one that hung in Sima Pyo’s room.

I wonder if my dulled senses are causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

And after thinking for more than seven days and nights, this old agent, Eun Yeong-gak, came to only one conclusion.

‘It was definitely the smell of burning grease. Now I can be sure.’

maintain. In other words, it is a species fed with oil.

It is common sense to soak paper in oil to prevent it from getting easily wet or torn when exchanging paper, but of course the inside of the paper was different from dry paper.

‘Another reason for oiling paper is that it is easy to burn. The more letters that should not be discovered, the more essential it is to destroy evidence quickly.’

This is Namho, who has lived as an informant for a long time.

Although there were no traces of anything other than the faint smell of burnt smoke that was wafting around the room, he said that from that moment on, he never let go of his suspicions toward Sima Pyo and Taesan.

‘I’ve been watching it ever since the day I left Shanxi, but even just a few days ago, I wasn’t sure of my judgment. Was it really the smell of burning fat? If so, where and from whom did you get it?’

And there was another biggest reason that made Namho hesitate in judgment.

“They said the scent was unique.” “port? “Are you talking about the smell of burnt paper?” “yes. “It is said that it was quite different from the various types of burnt oil that old man Nam knew.”

“The smell of burning paper is all there, what is that*…

“I heard that each region has its own characteristics. “Customs, food, and animals that are used as raw materials for oil”

Hearing the words I softly added, Jeokcheon River suddenly narrowed his eyebrows. “Wait a minute. if?”

“According to Old Man Nam, there are animals that can only be seen in Gansu and Qinghai. Is that correct?”

“camel,······!”

Jeokcheongang let out a suppressed exclamation and nodded.

“That was it. “The identity of that unique scent.”

“He only stayed in the central and southern regions of his life, so even as an old man, it would not have been easy to tell him apart.”

“okay. “Those strange-looking creatures only live in the western part of Cheonghae and Gansu, so it’s hard to come across them.”

Moreover, in modern martial arts, it is common to use animal fat from cows, horses, sheep, and pigs.

However, on the day we entered Gansu Fortress for the first time, Namho, who was taking a break with other Hwaryongak members, said he was able to get an unexpected clue.

‘It was truly an amazing coincidence. I had no appetite at all, so I was lost in my thoughts, when a smell I had smelled before came to me. I wondered what this was, so I asked about it, and they said it was camel meat.’

The clues continued like that, and Namho, who had finally become convinced, told me this.

Sima Biao received a secret letter from someone, and it was said that the place to which the secret letter was sent must be Gansu or Cheonghae.

And everyone who knew this already had a vague guess about the exact identity of the person who sent the secret letter.

The fact that Nanhu mentioned Cheonghae after Gansu is only a possibility, and there is only one person who can send a secret message to Shanxi, a thousand miles away.

“Dark Night King Sima Gong…

At the thought that flowed out of my mind like a muttering to myself, Jeokcheongang spat harshly.

“You’ve grown a lot, really.”

“What was written in the secret poem?”

“Do you have any expectations?”

“There is.”

“Tell me.”

“At least it’s not about whether my son is eating well or anything like that.”

At that moment, a vein appeared on Jeokcheongang’s temple.

“Are you saying that now? Even he knows whether it is Taisan or Gangsan.

“If you are Taesan, you might not know/’

“… “Honestly, even as an old lady, it’s hard to deny that part. Come to think of it, what was that big guy like on the way there?”

“From what Old Man observed over the past few days, it was definitely strange. As he got closer to Gansuk Castle, he began to eat less and less and became gloomy all day long.”

Of course, it’s a bit harsh to say that I ate it in small pieces. No, there is a significant amount of fraud.

In the meantime, I was eating five meals a day, so how was I eating well? I’m full.

However, if you think about how much Taesan normally ate, five meals a day was virtually the same as intermittent fasting.

Moreover, if you think about how the guy became more and more serious as the distance to Gansu City narrowed, it was definitely strange °| Not just one or two.

‘If it was the Sima Pyo I know, there is a high possibility that he would have kept it secret from Taesan.’

In any case, one thing is most important in the current situation.

While staying in Shanxi Province, a secret letter containing some secret content was exchanged between the father and son, and it was by no means a hopeful and positive trend for us.

I don’t want to even think about this, but if the worst happens…

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you.

It was a time when I was shaking my head and trying to shake off the thoughts in my head.

Jeokcheongang, who was staring at me like that, suddenly opened his mouth.

“Are you worried?”

“What?”

“Sama Piao and Taesan. “I’m afraid you’ll cut those two guys down with your own hands.”

Jeez.

My steps suddenly stopped without my knowledge

I, who had been walking half mechanically, stood tall and stared at the Jeokcheon River in silence.

“You look like you have a lot to say.”

“Since you’ve become completely mute, Nobu will tell you an interesting story.”

I didn’t answer, and Jeokcheongang didn’t wait for an answer.

“At a time when the world was on fire due to the Great War, I came to know a man named Gunjado.”

We started walking again, and I answered in a complex voice.

“It’s nice to have a star name.”

“It’s cool, little thing. At first, I didn’t like it very much because it had a star shape that made my fingers shrink and break. “But after spending some time picking on the demonic bastards, I found him to be quite usable.”

“If it was useful, what do you mean?”

“It was both. “Both as a person and as an unmanned person.”

“That’s a great review. If Noya, and no one else, would say that,

“The world’s evaluation was better, and although he fell, he came from a shaman family with a strong backbone, and his inaction and spirit rose to the top and he never backed down.”

It is said that he was truly a model of a charlatan.

He is the first to charge, the last to retreat, and practices the spirit of a saint with all his being.

However, I had already guessed in my mind the ending of this story that started so suddenly.

“For some reason, everything you say is in the past tense. “It’s as if you regret the past.”

A bitter smile crossed Jeokcheongang’s lips.

“He seems like such a quick-witted guy.”

“Were you a traitor?”

“Yes, he was a servant of the Demonic Cult. But it wasn’t from the beginning.”

“Do you remember what Nobu said about Gunja Island’s origins?”

“yes. “He came from a well-established shaman family in Cheonghae Province.”

“Actually, the war with other sects led to a complete collapse of the sect, so it would be more accurate to say that the sect collapsed. “Because Gabok, the old man who raised Gunjado as a baby, was the only family he knew.” I knew it.

Then I suddenly felt like I knew. Why did a former charlatan whose name and face I did not know fall under the shadow of the Demonic Cult?

“You had surviving blood relatives;

“They said he was the eldest brother. Even though he was the owner of a cow, he survived the extinction of extinction, so he was born with good fortune. With that same heavenly luck and an even greater desire for revenge, he crossed the desert and entrusted himself to the Demonic Cult… Those of you who are quick-witted will be able to guess what happens next, right?

What is this feeling, as if the Taegeukgi is waving before my eyes?

A classic classic movie I saw a long time ago suddenly came to mind, but it only lasted for a moment.

Unlike that movie that made me shed all my tears and snot, this story will have a different ending.

And the meaning contained in the ending is probably the reason why Jeok Cheon-gang brought up bad old memories.

“I guess Gunjado is dead?’

Jeokcheongang answered in a low voice.

“Yes, that’s right. “Nobu personally punished him.”

“Do you regret that choice?”

“Regret. “What would you think?”

“Sama Piao and Taesan. If those two guys are plotting things under Sima Gong’s secret name, and if that secret name is related to Dark Heaven… “What are you going to do?”

I was silent

Just one year.

It is a short time to build deep affection. The environments we live in are different and our personalities are different.

But why?

No answer could easily come out between tightly closed lips.

Although it was clearly a question that had to be answered without hesitation,

What would you do?

The question of Jeokcheon River was like an echo of endless crashing cars, ringing in my ears.

At that time, the 3,000-strong army, who had reached Qilian Mountain after running non-stop for several days, was taking a short but sweet rest.

Three people were facing each other in a pitch-black secret room where not a single ray of light entered.

“Things went wrong, a lot.

“Hwawang, how is that damn old monster here?”

As soon as I sat down, the two voices that came as if they had been waiting for me were answered by someone occupying the head table.

“Water already spilled. “The situation has changed, so I brought you two here to come up with new measures.”

“You went astray from the beginning, but you are full of confidence without a single excuse.

“You’ll have to convince us of Lee Bin. “Sama Munju.”

“······I understand.”

Someone at the head of the table. No, the dark night king Sima Gong’s eyes suddenly flashed.

Toward the two old Taoist monks staring at him in the dark.