Episode 1241.
“Indeed, they say wisdom is more important than martial arts.”
Heo Ju-doin, or rather, Sim Gyeong-yo-seon nodded.
“I have no choice but to admit it.”
The Ten Great Immortals, who were said to have the innate power to discern evil and see into the heart, appeared.
'So that's what it looks like.'
All the sages have a fresh appearance.
If the identity of the Simgyeongyo Line is also revealed.
I thought he would transform from a shabby Taoist robe to a palace outfit as gorgeous as a snowflake.
But she was in her thirties, neat in appearance but dressed in shabby clothes, and that was her true appearance.
“Did you approach me on purpose to ask for a favor and help me?”
When Bu Eun-seol asked,
"that's right."
Sim Gyeong-yo nodded coolly.
“The martial artists say that if you owe a debt to the Soulless Lord, you will definitely pay it back.”
If he had suddenly come to me as a teenager and asked me for a favor, of course I wouldn't have listened.
Bu Eun-seol smiled and nodded.
“Please tell me anything.”
“Kill my death penalty.”
Bu Eun-seol furrowed her brows at the sudden remark.
How could a virtuous woman like her ask someone to kill her?
“Don’t worry. This request will never harm you.”
Sim Gyeong-yo said in a low voice.
“My successor is the Seven Great Demon Kings and the disciple of the Poisonous Spirit Demon Lord… He is destined to become the next poison master of the True Demon Palace.”
Bu-eun-seol opened her eyes wide.
The ruler of the Jinmagung Poisonous Palace, who was defeated by his grandfather in the past, and the spirit of poison.
The disciple of the Dokryung Demon Army is the death penalty of Simgyeongyoseon?
Bu Eun-seol, who had a blank expression for a moment, asked a direct question.
“The death penalty for the sage is the Seven Great Demons. How is that possible?”
"I studied with him since childhood. Then, around the time I was sixteen, the blood of the Ten Great Immortals and the Seven Great Demons manifested."
“The Seven Great Demons…….”
“He is the Muganma Sect.”
The Mugeunmajong.
It is said that this is a demonic species that can turn a normal person into a vicious demon, and that once its true form is complete, it becomes an invincible being.
So he is a disciple of the Poisonous Demon Army, the ancestor of poison?
It is a formidable opponent that even Bu Eun-seol cannot predict an easy victory.
'Besides, the Dokryungma-gun must have become an incredible master by now.'
Although he was unable to defeat his grandfather and ran away, he is a central figure in the Jinmagung and the master of poison.
What if you touch the disciple of such a person?
The poisonous demon army will also move.
As Sim Gyeong-yo said, it is by no means an easy request.
“Good.”
But Bu Eun-seol nodded without hesitation.
“Where is the poisonous demon?”
He is the type of person who would repay even a sip of water by digging a well.
Not only did he accept the dangerous request without hesitation, but he also couldn't guarantee his life.
The goal is to deal with the poisonous demons that could harm her.
“Why the Poisonous Demon Army?”
“Wouldn’t that be better to avoid any trouble later?”
Bu Eun-seol spoke confidently.
“I owe him something too.”
The Poisonous Demon King attacked the grandfather and sprayed poison on the poisonous monk, causing him to lose his eyesight.
Since he is going to face a great enemy anyway, he intends to kill him as well.
“It would be better if you just told me the location of the Jinmagung.”
Sim Gyeong-yo-seon shook his head, understanding the meaning of those words.
“I don’t know where that place is. But… you can’t kill the Poisonous Demon Army.”
And then he said something unexpected.
“If that happens, the Gwiil Relay will come out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard that the reason Guilgyeju is still alive today is because of the periodic release of the poisonous demon.”
And then he continued with some shocking words.
“The fact that my rotting body was able to endure this much was because I barely managed to survive with the poisonous essence given to me by the Poisonous Demon Army.”
Bu Eun-seol made an expression as if she had been hit in the back of the head.
The body of the Guilgye Lord is rotting away, and he is barely holding on to his life with the power of the Poisonous Demon Army?
“If the body is rotting, does that mean he is also a half-dead person?”
“They said he was addicted.”
She spoke in a low voice.
"That's why I spend most of my days in the Infinite Earth. If it weren't for the distortion of time, I wouldn't be able to prevent my body from decaying."
"corruption?"
“I was poisoned by the blood of the deceased.”
She said calmly.
“He says that he was poisoned by the poison of the blood of the deceased in his youth and has been suffering to this day because he missed the time to detoxify.”
That's amazing.
Even though there is an appropriate time for detoxification.
How can such a master be rotting away because he can't detoxify?
"But if you target the Poisonous Demon Army, the Guilgye Lord will surely become enraged and try to kill you. There's no need to make such a big deal out of it."
'Youth.'
Bu Eun-seol's head spun quickly.
“Did he perhaps have his mental calculations done by one of the Eighteen Spirits of Light when he was young?”
The eighteen spirits of Gwangmyeong all use the same magic swordsmanship, the secret device of musk, and the poison of the blood of the flesh.
If so, then the return of the Guilgye is during his youth.
I was going crazy thinking that maybe I had been defeated by one of the Eighteen Spirits of Gwangmyeong or had my mind calculated.
“I don’t know about that. I only heard the story about the Gwiilgyeju from my brother-in-law.”
The Gwiilgyeju changed suddenly ten years ago.
But we don't know why it happened that way or how it was replaced.
'then.'
Bu Eun-seol clenched her fists.
Currently, the Gwiilgyeju is dying with its body rotting away.
So you're saying that he's always wearing weird iron armor and that he's constantly growing himself to ask for favors?
'Because I'm my grandfather's grandson?'
Guilgyeju is presumed to be my grandfather's blood relative, as they look very similar.
So, is he saying that he is going to entrust the vengeance of his biological father to someone who will soon die?
'That makes sense.'
This reasoning.
Up until now, he was able to explain the mysterious attitude of the Guilgye Order, as well as the fact that he did not kill himself and even enhanced his martial arts skills.
'but.'
Bu Eun-seol shook her head.
Because I had a gut feeling that this wasn't the perfect answer.
'If Gwiilgyeju had intended to do so, he would have been able to sense it no matter how hard he tried to hide it.'
Guilgyeju is a character heading towards destruction. He is definitely not someone who would be so kind.
“Why is that?”
At that moment, Sim Gyeong-yo-seon, who was looking at Bu-eun-seol, opened his eyes wide.
“What is on my face?”
She didn't know that Bu-eun-seol was deep in thought, and thought that he was staring at her.
At that moment, a strange light faintly flowed from Bu-eun-seol's eyes.
It's like.
Just by looking at the person's breathing rate, facial expression, eye contact, body temperature, posture, and muscle tension.
Beyond intelligence and knowledge.
Through superhuman insight, he secretly sees deep into the enemy's mind.
It is very similar to the habits of the Heavenly Emperor.
'Was that so?'
The swelling was just a moment ago.
Another fact was discovered through the biological response of the heart and neck,
“No. I just thought of something urgent that needed to be taken care of.”
He changed the subject while hiding his true feelings.
“Can I take care of something urgent for a moment?”
"sure."
“Thank you.”
Bu Eun-seol whistled loudly.
Beep!
Then, after some time, a Jeon Seo-eung came down on his shoulder.
Sizzle, sizzle.
He burned the cloth and conveyed the secret message to the Sahondae.
“Anyway, we have an agreement with the Apostle Jeonju to eliminate the Seven Great Demons.”
He said to Shim Gyeong-yo-seon with a smile.
“I will take care of him.”
“Really? Thank you.”
As Sim Gyeong-yo smiled brightly, Bu Eun-seol asked with a confident expression.
“Mu-gan-ma-jong, where is he?”
* * *
At the edge of a mountain village, a stone house was surrounded by a pine forest.
Beyond the wall, the faint smell of drying calligraphy and ink always drifted in.
There lived a famous teacher named Seokgye among the villagers.
He would grind the food and write in the morning.
When the sun rose high in the sky, I changed my brush and painted.
The letters and drawings he wrote were so vivid and lifelike that they were sold for quite a high price.
As the sun was setting.
Mr. Seokgye headed to the market.
After walking along a narrow, dusty road for a while, he stopped in front of a meat stall where the smell of slaughtered fish was strong.
"welcome."
Baekjeong and Jangsam recognized Seokgye Seonsaeng and bowed their heads deeply.
“Shall I give you what I always give you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please wait a moment.”
Jang Sam peeled the meat with skillful hands.
The sound of the blade cutting flesh, the dull thud of bone separating flesh, resonated regularly.
His face was filled with fatigue.
Sweat was beaded on his forehead, and the traces of sleeplessness were evident in his eyes.
“I’m really jealous.”
Jangsam muttered while wrapping the meat.
“Writing, drawing… how great would it be if I could live like a teacher?”
There was a deep sigh in his voice.
When the sun rises, they go to the slaughterhouse, slaughter animals, and prepare the meat until the sun sets.
When I returned home, my whole body covered in the smell of urine, all that awaited me was my wife's nagging.
―How on earth can you live with all this money you can earn?
The persecution repeated every night. Jang Sam's back gradually became bent.
“I spoke nonsense.”
Before I knew it, a chunk of cleanly trimmed, bright red meat was sitting on the cutting board.
“Here it is.”
Seokgye Seonsaeng, who had been silently accepting the bundle of meat, suddenly looked closely at Jang Sam's face.
“Why are you doing that?”
As Mr. Seokgye's eyes sparkled, Jang Sam smiled awkwardly.
But Master Seokgye looked at Jang Sam's face with a very serious expression.
“I think it would be better to go home early today.”
"yes?"
“Because there is a red line drawn on your forehead.”
Jang Sam absentmindedly touched his forehead.
But I felt nothing.
“It looks like there is a red aura in the seal, so it seems like there is trouble in the house.”
“Haha. Are you saying that you can read faces too, sir?”
Jang Sam shook his head.
“I don’t believe in things like fortune telling or physiognomy.”
And then he laughed heartily.
“Misfortune happens every day. Isn’t the sound of a bowl being squandered just by going home a misfortune?”
Mr. Seokgye accepted the meat and continued speaking quietly.
“Still, it might be a good idea to take a good look around the house once in a while.”
There was a strange weight to his voice.
And he turned and left the butcher shop.
The shadow of Seokgye Seonsaeng walking with his back to the sunlight stretched out long.
The collar of my coat fluttered in the brief breeze.
It feels like there is something long, like a newborn baby's umbilical cord, extending from my back.
Jang Sam, who had been blankly staring at the sight, shook his head and went back to preparing the meat.
But the busy hands kept stopping intermittently.
The words left by Mr. Seokgye hung in a corner of my heart.
“Red line? Compatibility?”
As I repeated those words, my heart sank and I was overcome with an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
In a flash.
Finally, he grabbed the razor and ran like crazy.
“Where are you going?”
A customer who was about to go to the butcher shop recognized Jang-sam and called him hurriedly, but he did not answer and started running.
He crossed the narrow alley and jumped over the stream, then bent down, gasping for breath.
Finally, the house came into sight.
Old thatched roof, cracked mud walls, creaking gate.
After catching his breath for a while, he carefully pushed open the door.
There was no one in the yard, only the clothes hanging out there fluttering in the wind.
There was no sound from the kitchen. Not even the smoke of dinner being cooked.
At that moment, a strange sound was heard from the living room.
A low, moan-like sound.
Heavy breathing.
For a moment, Jang Sam's breathing stopped.
My whole body felt like it was stiffening.
He slowly, very slowly, approached the door and carefully opened it slightly.
And I could see.
Inside the room on a hot summer afternoon.
In the light filtered through the window paper, the room was dyed yellow.
Seeing his wife entangled with a strange man.
Sweat-soaked skin, disheveled clothes, and the sound of panting breaths.
They were enjoying each other's company, not even knowing that Jang Sam had come in.
'That woman!'
Jang Sam's body trembled.
A surge of murderous intent enveloped my entire body.
Even as warm blood splashed on my face and I heard the screams of the dying.
It is possible to live the life of a butcher, cutting the necks of beasts every day and constantly tearing their flesh.
Because he was born with an innate, enormous killing spirit.
'Ugh.'
As my body felt like it was going to explode from the pain of death, I grabbed the razor I was holding.
'I can bear it. I can bear it.'
The sharpened blade of the razor blade gleamed in the sunlight.
Jang Sam gritted his teeth to regain his senses.
But my body still trembled.
'You've known for a long time that that woman is a womanizer, right?'
I knew it before I got married.
However, since there was no clear evidence, I just kept suppressing the doubts in my mind.
‘Just like now… … just pretend not to know and live on.’
I consoled myself and suppressed my will to live.
As I slowly exhaled and turned around, Seokgye Seonsaeng's words suddenly came to mind.
―It might be a good idea to take a thorough look around the house once in a while.
'Take a look around the house?'
He slowly turned his head and suddenly looked carefully at the room where the child was.
Normally, this would be the time when he would cry because he was hungry, but I didn't hear him cry.
"no way."
I opened the door, but the child was not there.
Only the blanket was disheveled, and the child was nowhere to be seen.
'My child.'
My heart was pounding like crazy.
I quickly searched the house. The kitchen, the porch, the backyard.
Then suddenly a faint sound was heard from the warehouse.
As I kicked open the warehouse door and entered, only the sunlight streaming in through the narrow window was illuminating the dust.
In a corner where empty bags were piled up in a mess, there was a child.
A small body lay limp on the floor.
White foam had dried at the corners of his mouth. His face was pale, his eyes half-open, his hands dangling.
“Oh, baby.”
A groan escaped my lips.
He knelt down and picked up the child with trembling hands.
There was no pulse in his cold, stiff body. There was no breath.
“This, this.”
The warehouse was filled with a suffocating heat in the sweltering summer heat.
Maybe because the child was crying.
It was clear that it was put in storage because it was noisy and then forgotten about.
No, it's not that I forgot, I just didn't care.
“Heh, heh heh heh.”
Something hot flowed from Jang Sam's eyes. He couldn't tell if it was tears, sweat, or blood.
A small body in my arms.
When he saw the child who no longer cried, laughed, or breathed, an animalistic groan escaped from Jang Sam's mouth.
“Wow, woo.”
It felt like all the blood vessels in my body were going to burst, and my eyes turned bright red.
Swish.
Jangsam carefully laid the child down on the floor and slowly got up.
bang!
And then he kicked the bedroom door open.
The man and woman turned around in surprise.
“You, you.”
My wife's face turned pale.
The man next to him hurriedly tried to pick up his clothes.
But Jang Sam remained silent.
Before he knew it, he was holding a razor in his hand.
“We, we explain!”
Flash!
But the blade sliced through the air and a scream erupted.
The man, blood gushing from his chest like a fountain, eventually collapsed to the floor.
“Save me! Save me!”
My wife screamed.
But Jang Sam moved the blade regularly with an expressionless face.
It was a precise and skillful technique, as if he was preparing meat in a slaughterhouse.
Blood splattered everywhere: on the walls, on the ceiling, on the window paper.
The whole room turned red.
The screams grew fainter.
With groans, with gasps, and finally with silence.
Jangsam stopped.
On the floor lay two figures, no longer human in appearance.
He stood silently, sword in hand, his whole body covered in blood.
“You applied it well.”
A voice was heard from behind.
Jang Sam turned his head.
Mr. Seokgye was standing at the door.
I couldn't tell when he came or how he got in.
I just stood there quietly with my back to the evening sunlight.
“Indeed, it is a great piece of work.”
Mr. Seokgye nodded and showed a satisfied expression.
“It was handled cleanly as expected.”
He smiled strangely and spoke in a low voice.
“Will you give me three pounds of the delicious part?”
Jang Sam looked blank for a moment.
But soon he nodded and approached his wife's fallen body.
And the moment you lift the razor,
“No, that’s not it.”
Mr. Seokgye said with sparkling eyes.
“Isn’t the most delicious part of meat the freshest part that has just come out?”
His eyes changed.
They were not human eyes, but deep, dark, cold, as if looking into an abyss.
Then Jang Sam's eyes widened.
In that moment, everything came to light.
My wife's betrayal too.
The death of a child too.
That this whole situation was… …a delusion that I had always thought of.
Knock knock.
When he turned his head, he saw that the man who had died next to his wife was not another man, but his own child.
His wife was asleep with their lovely child by her side, and he was delusional and committed a cruel act.
“Heh, heh heh heh.”
I don't know why, but I burst out laughing.
Jang Sam, who had been giggling for a while, slowly lifted the sword and placed it on his thigh.
It didn't hurt. No, I couldn't feel it.
When the flesh was cut, bright red blood flowed out.
“No. Aren’t there parts that can only be eaten if they’re fresh?”
Only then did Jang Sam nod at Seokgye Seonsaeng's words. He realized what he wanted.
Jang Sam put the tip of the sword to his chest again.
He pushed the knife between the ribs,
Bam.
I took something out.
“Here it is.”
Jangsam held it out with all his might, his hands trembling.
Mr. Seokgye smiled and put it in the bundle he had brought in advance.
At that moment, Jang Sam's thoughts flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
I didn't suspect my wife of infidelity from the beginning.
I just felt like everything was too much.
Because he couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman had married a man who did such a lowly job as a burial mound husband.
The problem is excess, luck.
As time passed, it gradually turned into anxiety.
-How am I supposed to live with this money?
Poverty… …a life that never leaves the smell of blood.
The wife did not understand Jang Sam's hard work every day and kept complaining.
In fact, all wives have a habit of nagging their husbands,
―You must be whining like that because you're cheating.
The suspicious Jang Sam thought that the reason was because he was having an affair.
―The more you compare yourself to other people, the more dissatisfied you become.
He imagined it every day, as he was so confident.
The image of a wife who abandons her child and has an affair.
I imagine discovering that scene, finally killing those two guys and slicing their flesh.
thud.
Jang Sam, who was reflecting on his life and his wrong suspicions, eventually passed away.
His eyes were fixed on Mr. Seokgye, who was holding the bundle.
“Do you blame me?”
Seokgye Seonsaeng clicked his tongue as he looked at the dead Jang Sam.
“I just made your delusion a little clearer.”
He spoke in a low voice.
“I’m talking about the things I’ve wished for every day, the things I’ve imagined in my dreams.”
In fact, it was Jangsam who wanted to abandon the child.
It was Jangsam who wished for his wife to become corrupt.
I also thought that the extreme poverty was because of my wife and children.
As fatigue sets in, the sound of a child's loud crying spreads through the air.
I was so annoyed that I wanted to live.
“If I didn’t have a wife, I would have already fallen into corruption and become a murderer.”
From the beginning, Jang Sam was born with the blood of a murderer.
However, after meeting his wife and having children, he learned to suppress his murderous nature.
Seokgye Seonsaeng saw through it and made it so that he could become a murderer.
“The most fun thing is to corrupt humans and create demons.”
A demon who commits endless evil deeds, like the Avici Hell. He defiles people's souls and eats their flesh.
The worst devil with no chance of recovery.
That is Seokgye Seonsaeng,
No, it is the Infinite Demon Sect.
Kurung.
At that time the sky darkened.
The evening glow disappeared in an instant, and dark clouds gathered.
They looked like wings that covered the sky, or rather, like dragons that summoned storms.
Muganmajong, who raised his head and looked at the sky, twisted his lips.
“Finally, you came.”
There was no surprise in his voice.
Wow.
As the dragon's form descended to the ground, a shadow clad in black appeared in an instant.
Cold eyes, tightly closed lips.
Deep, mysterious eyes visible through long hair… … That was Puffy Eyes.
Are you angry at what you see around you?
Brrrr.
A faint flash of light spread from Bu-eun-seol's eyes, and her fingers trembled slightly.
At the same time, a thin ripple and a faint glimmer of light appeared on the silent sword.
But Muganmajong didn't notice it at all and opened his mouth with a leisurely expression.
“The best young man in the world, the next best magician.”
He spread his hands and spoke calmly.
“It is an honor that the spirit of the soulless spirit has found this body.”
