Chapter - 127 Episode 127. The Darkness of Volcano is Strong. (2)

Wirip San, who stayed up all night, looked up at the sky with bloodshot eyes.

The sun was already up in the sky.

'This is crazy.'

Yesterday was Wirip San, who was eventually swept away by the atmosphere of the Chung-Myung gang. It is impossible for a man of that age to be swept away by the atmosphere of those who are old enough to be sons, but they were not ordinary people.

In the end, Chung-Myung fell asleep after emptying all the liquor bottles in the Hwajeongmun warehouse. It's even scarier that the executions were poised to do more if they hadn't stopped them.

Are you sure you're okay?'

Yesterday, Hawasan's disciples obviously did too much.

Didn't they keep the venom of the shamans at bay? Even Wirip San won't get away with that insult.

If there is a battle today, the disciples of Hawasan will never be safe.

One...

Wirip San sneaked open the window.

Early on, I saw the disciples of Hwasan, who had come out and basked in the sun.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Jo-Gol, who yawned heavily, looks at Yoon-Jong and says.

"When is he coming?"

"Didn't you say you were coming today?"

"The sun has already risen."

"You said you'd come at that time yesterday, so there's a lot of time left. If you don't have anything to do, go in and sleep."

"I woke up at dawn every day, and I couldn't sleep."

"……that's a very sad story."

It was Jo-Gol who, I don't know how he felt, was faithfully tamed by Chung-Myung's ways. The sad fact is that Yoon-Jong feels the same way.

"What about Chung-Myung?"

"I'm sleeping. It's even stranger when you wake up after drinking that much."

"……go wake him up. Soon the shamans will be here."

"Will you wake up to wake me up?"

"Pouring water."

"……I'll try."

Wirip San closed the window still.

'Father. I don't know anymore.'

I feel like my late father is looking down at him with a trembling face from the sky.

Then the door opens and Yeompyeong and Wiso Haeng come inside.

"Father."

"……what happened?"

"What do we do?"

"Hmm?"

"The disciples of the shaman will soon come in. Shouldn't we be fighting together?"

Wirip San sighed deeply.

In fact, he hasn't decided what to do yet. In fact, it was Hwasan who provoked the shaman, not Hwajeongmun. In the worst-case scenario, Hwa Yeong-mun could not suffer much damage if they leave without participating in the battle.

I'll leave Namyoung on my own. If I tell you, the shaman won't persecute Hwajeongmun anymore.

But if you fight with them, you must be prepared for damage. Maybe a lot of Mundo will see blood. Wirip San and Wiso Haeng, in particular, will have to abandon their minds to be safe.

What are you going to do?'

Deep anguish tormented Wirip San.

Eventually, Wirip San looked at Wiso Haeng and asked, undecided.

"What do you think we should do?"

It was not a question with high expectations. I just asked lightly in a confused mind. But Wiso Haeng's answer was more serious than he thought.

"I think we have to fight."

"…why?"

"They're guests and we're owners. There is no way for the owner to leave the fight to the guest and watch."

"……."

"And……."

Wirip San waited for Wiso Haeng's words without urging him.

"The reason why I respected my father and cared about Hwayeongmun was because I had pride in him and Hwayeongmun. My father didn't feel sorry for supporting the ruined Hawasan, and he didn't want to pay for it. It's because we're Hawasan's inner family.""……right."

"No matter what you say, the disciple is the disciple. But how can we just watch the death penalty fight?"

Wirip San turned his head away.

This is because it is hard to look into Wiso Haeng's eyes.

"I've seen a man of letters. Jang Moon-in sent his students to help Hwa Yeong-mun without any hesitation. Their methods may not have been correct. But even their minds are not wrong. Even if I die today, I will fight with them."

I'm ashamed of myself.

That's what he used to say.

But while he turned away in the face of a crisis, Wiso Haeng is defending alone what he has taught.

How can you not be.

"Salt Review."

"Yes, Moon-ju."

"Tell the disciples. Those who will fight remain, those who will not fight, go home now."

"…Moonjoo."

"We will not hold any responsibility for those who left the country. And if Hwa Young-moon survives after today, he will accept it again without any conditions."

"Then there will be no one left."

"No."

Wirip San grinned.

"I'm left, and I'm left to do."

"……."

"That's enough. We will fight under the name of Hawasan."

Yeom Pyung shook his head.

"You two do."

"Will you go?"

"I will fight with the name of Hwa Yeong-mun, not wasan."

"……."

"The weather is nice, Moon-joo."

Wirip San, who had been silent for a long time, smiled and nodded.

"I see."

There was a firm resolution in Wirip San's eyes looking at the distant sky beyond the window.

"It's a lovely weather."

"Yes, I don't feel well."

"……stop drinking!"

"Unstoppable colt!"

Chung-Myung grabbed his head.

"Oh, don't scream. My head is ringing."

"……are you drinking in the meantime? We're gonna have to fight soon."

"You can sober up."

Chung-Myung stretched his fingers. A translucent haze rose from the tip of his finger.

It's taking out the poison.

Baek Cheon stood up watching the scene. And he opened his mouth in a different, serious tone than ever.

"Listen, everyone."

"Yes!"

"So far, no matter what you do, you have remained silent. But it's different now. Today's fight is not just our fight. Don't forget we fight with the name of Hawasan on our backs."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Jo-Gol, Yoon-Jong, and Yoo-Esul's faces were filled with determination. Even Chung-Myung nodded with a smileless face.

"He said this would signal to the world that Hawasan had begun his foreign activities."

Baek Cheon's eyes are fixed on Chung-Myung.

"Chung-Myung아."

"All right, all right. Gently... ..."

"No!"

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung opened his eyes slightly wide and looked at Baek Cheon.

"If you're going to do it, be sure."

"Oh?"

It's amazing to see Baek Cheon say this from his mouth.

"There's nothing we can do about losing Chuck anyway. Then it's better to be sure."

"You said the man told you not to do it."

"Didn't you say that the long man would break the head of the shaman before he came on board?"

"Wow?"

Chung-Myung subtly twisted his mouth.

I like it.'

Back in the day, Baek Cheon was an overzealous man of impartiality. But as a result of slowly coloring over two years, I now ignore the words of the long writer...…. No, I've learned to interpret it a little better.

"Wow, the doorbell works so well!"

"……."

Chung-Myung rolls up the corners of his mouth."But do you know what that means?"

"What do you mean?"

"What does it mean to say is that Hawasan is starting an international career."

"……isn't it literally?"

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Moving externally means we're going to be interested in the outside world. By the way, what external activities would Hwasan do?"

"……Well."

"You can't tell from the English?"

"Are you talking about a servant?"

Chung-Myung nodded.

"Yes, I'm going to expand the inner circle. Then the same thing will happen as now."

"Well."

"It means the good old days are over."

"Do you have a good fortune?"

"That's a good thing to sell?"

"You're crossing the line."

Chung-Myung winced at the intense backlash.

It was then.

With Wirip San at the forefront, Wiso Haeng, Yeom Pyung, and about 10 students of Hwajeongmun came with grim faces.

Right in front of Chung-Myung, Wirip San takes a swipe at Baek Cheon.

"Baek Cheon stamp. I was so distracted that I couldn't do what I was supposed to do. I would like to express my gratitude to you, your party, and even Hwasan for running to see the difficulties of Hwayeongmun."

As Wirip San bowed his head deeply, Baek Cheon immediately reached for his body to stand up.

"Don't do this, Moon-joo. I just did what I was supposed to do."

"I don't know what's going to happen today, but I'll lead Hwa Yeong-mun and fight with the stamps."

There was no hesitation in Wirip San's face. The good look on his face makes Baek Cheon feel at ease.

Let's see.

It seems to be true that Hwayeongmunju has the qualities of a great deal. If you think about it from the perspective, Baek Cheon wouldn't have been willing to fight with us.

"Thank you, Moon-ju."

"Wow!"

Chung-Myung clapped.

"As expected of a loyal man."

"……."

I don't think Baek Cheon is the only one who thinks that loyalty sounds like money...….

"But, um...."

Chung-Myung scratched his head.

"Sue, please.

"Those who are leaving, they told me to leave."

"And there's this much left."

Chung-Myung nodded.

"I'm a great doorstep. They're good people."

Everyone looked back at Chung-Myung at the tone that sounded a little faint.

"No, well."

Chung-Myung, who was about to say something, just laughs.

"Hwasan used to be like that."

Maybe it's just Chung-Myung's idea.

Of course, that will be the case with the present-day Hwasan.

"But I don't think you're going to have to step up to the plate."

"……Yes?"

"Well, how can I explain this? You'll know if you just watch it."

Chung-Myung shrugged and turned his head.

It was not long before his eyes were fixed on the front door.

"I think he's coming."

"Are you feeling that already?"

"It's coming from up front. It's a bit relaxed."

"……a monster."

Baek Cheon shook his head. He hasn't felt anything yet, but Chung-Myung seems to be in his grasp.

He's such a ghost for a day or two.

"Here it comes!"

Baek Cheon, Yoon-jong, Jo-Gol, and Yoo-Esul took a step forward and raised their hands on the waist-filled sword. Now that I've already said everything I need to say, the shaman will also come in for question-and-answer dance.

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

Baek Cheon said in a low voice.

"Don't forget your training. We do not lose to anyone. We are disciples of the Grand Hawasan faction."

"Yes, private residence!"

"Yes, death penalty."

The pupils' eyes sink low. I can't find the mischief I've shown you so far anywhere. Only a cold and cold inspection remained.Baek Cheon also sensed the enemy's energy.

"Here it comes!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the wall surrounding Hwayeongmun Gate. In their eyes, the disciples of the shaman, dressed in black applications, jump high over the wall.

Sue, three!

'Taking on one by one...….'

It was that moment.

"Euracha!"

I thought there was something crazy in the back, and something white flew toward the disciples of the shaman who were crossing the wall.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shaman's disciples bounce outside at twice the speed they were running in.

Energy escapes from the four tense bodies as if they were running away at any moment.

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung tilted his head at the sight.

"Should I have let you in for now?"

"……."

You do it all by yourself, man!