Chapter - 150 Episode 150. All the people who touch my stuff are dead! (5)

"Follow me!"

"Oh, my God. No supply!"

Ho Sanja's mouth suddenly turned into Doho.

This means that he is in such a hurry.

How did it end up like this?'

There wasn't much before I entered the bayonet. No, it was the same after that. Ho Sanja wouldn't have paid much attention even if all the people who gathered for the sword gun came inside.

None of them was worthy of a shaman's

However, the number of people who came inside was smaller than expected, and the situation began to get twisted as only the strong entered among those who gathered above.

At first glance, it may be good news for the shaman that the number of people who entered the prosecutor's office is small. But things in the world have a subtle side, so they don't work that simple.

If there are many people, it is difficult to reach an agreement. However, it is easier to exchange opinions if there are fewer people. Especially if the strong people who have no choice but to feel burdened by each other gather together.

As a result, the shaman is now being chased by a coalition of those who entered the KEF.

Perhaps they must have agreed to stop the shaman from destroying the sword and gun for now. And the Union's sabotage posed a definite threat to the shaman as well.

There is urgency in Ho Sanja's voice.

"What did you say was so wide!"

"In terms of structure, the end will soon be in sight!"

"Hmm!"

Nevertheless, Ho Sanja's face was at a loss for straightening.

What the hell was Yakson thinking about when he created this place like this?'

Where there are precious things, there are often dangerous traps. For those who do not leave precious things to their descendants, but who do not hide them in secret, who are not cranky?

Such people usually think that only those who are qualified can get what they leave behind. So set up a trap to test that qualification.

But isn't this Yakson's grave?

Yakson is like the cranky...Who would have imagined a tomb full of more traps than …?

What a nasty piece of work!'

Already, Ho Sanja has survived several death threats. As he took the lead, Yakson's trap had to be the first to be picked up.

The strong needle pouring out. A terrifying trap that suddenly turns the floor off. In addition, there were traps everywhere that were so terrible that the hair of the whole body was on edge.

A trap awaits in front of them, and behind them, those who try to stop them dye their eyes red and chase them. Few situations in his short life have been so painful.

Ho Sanja bit his lips tightly.

This is not a situation that happens by accident.'

I kept thinking that someone intentionally encouraged the situation. I know it's unlikely, but strangely I can't get rid of that thought.

Isn't it strange that no one who should have blocked their entry with a personal shroud or came into the sword and tied their feet together?

'Don't tell me he's a little...…?'

Ho Sanja suspected that this situation might have been Chung-Myung's intention, as it came to mind that the man named Chung-Myung had gathered military heroes by spraying Jangbo-do.

But he soon shook his head.

This is such a wild idea. The young man cannot look so far into the future and create a situation. It is said that the head can go around quickly, but it is impossible without experience in health care in anticipation of the characteristics of strong people.What's more, isn't it that Hawasan's superiors aren't in the South?

The Hwajeong sword, Baek Cheon, is leading the disciples. It is too delusional that such people would have even predicted this situation.

"Experts, there's a lot of pressure!"

"Hmm."

Ho Sanja was heavily sedentary.

"Ho Gong!"

"Yes, death penalty!"

"Stop those who come to the rear as much as you can. Lead the disciples and tie their feet!"

"What about you?"

"I'll lead some and move on quickly."

"Yes, sir!"

Ho Gong Jin-in answered sternly and flung himself to the back.

"Jin Hyun! Weapon Road! No review!"

"Yes, Elder!"

"Follow us! We have the mixed fabric!"

"Yes!"

Ho Sanja bounced forward quickly.

Stalling time while keeping the rear in check can never be the best thing to do. It will be a big burden for those who are left alone, including Ho Sanja, but now, even at some cost, the first thing to do is to get the mixed fabric.

Ho Sanja suddenly clenched his teeth as he was rushing forward spreading the streets!

"Bow down!"

Papat! Papat!

As soon as the horse falls, sharp arrows fly in unison from the front. Seeing the arrowheads glow green, it was clear that extreme poison was on them.

"Yakson!"

Ho Sanja's sword strikes flying arrows in all directions. Not a single arrow in his black face was allowed.

"A man named Yakson memorizes in extreme Germany! What the hell is this place!"

But that was not the end.

"There's a sign in front of you."

Ho Sanja frowned at Jin Hyun's words.

I don't feel any energy, but what the hell is a sign of...….

It was that moment.

Ho Sanja, who was running, stops there.

Then he looked forward incredibly.

In the dark.

Something is moving in a deep darkness that cannot be seen with the eyes.

Ho Sanja's embarrassment was not due to the movement of something in this uninhabited swordgun.

You don't feel alive?'

There's something moving, and I can't feel anything. Of course, if it's moving, it should be lively, but it means that it doesn't feel a bit.

So what the hell is going on right now?

He.

He.

Ho Sanja felt her hair bristling from the inside.

When he finally identified what was moving, he was forced to spit out his abusive language without realizing it.

"Oh, my God.."

I've never seen it with my own eyes.

But it's all too clear what's in sight now. We've been here so many times.

"……instinct(?)

尸)."

The dead body was moving.

A dead body with lifeless eyes and gray skin approaches them half-heartedly. Just by looking at them, their instinctive repulsion hits them.

Ho Sanja exclaimed with anger and dismay.

"What the hell is this place?"

But there was no time to be surprised.

"Come on, Elder! Here he comes!"

"Oh, my God!"

Ho Sanja grabbed the sword. Whatever's coming, it's clear what they need to do.

"They're dead and they can't rest! Let him sleep with pity!"

"Yes, Elder!"

Ho Sanja bit his lips.

What the hell were you thinking, Yakson?

Maybe he was wrong about Yakson. If so...….

"Maybe there's no one living here."Ho Sanja blew up the mind-wrenching miscellaneous thoughts, and ran to the gangshi memorizing Doho.

* * *

This is unfair.

Hong Dae Kwang was maddeningly upset.

What's so unfair about doing something wrong?

I did something wrong.'

I have nothing to say about it.

But no matter how wrong you are.

"I'm an adult!"

"Hwak, Ma!"

Chung-Myung raised one hand. Hong Dae Kwang, who flinched for a moment, stands close to the wall.

"Oh, my God, if it's like a va*in*, just go!"

If Chung-Myung was the body of the plum blossoms now, Hong Dae Kwang would not have been able to cut the bones. Strangely, however, trying to beat people with this body creates subtle qualms against older people.

That's why it's over. But you don't know that and you look so innocent.

"Yes, I'm upset, won."

Hong Dae Kwang looked around with a sad face whether he knew how Chung-Myung felt or not.

But all I could do was look at him like a knife.

"I knew he'd get in trouble one day."

"I'm going to bury it. It's too much to be beaten up by a Hawaiian dinosaur here! It's too much.

"How dare you come across a man like that?"

"If you want to die, you'll die alone!"

Sad.

It was all the more sad that those who now cast that accusation were not Hwasan's disciples, but his men.

Hong Dae Kwang rubbed his eyes as he was fed a lot of vitriolic and double-critic remarks by the Bunnavans. Still, the only comfort was that it would be hard to see bruised eyes because it was a dark dark room.

"That's why I didn't want to go out with the beggars!"

"……Don't be a beggar, don't be a beggar. I'm just listening. I feel bad."

"Then don't be a beggar!"

"……."

It was Hong Dae Kwang who kept his mouth shut because he knew there was nothing else to be cursed at now.

"Anyway……."

Chung-Myung glared at Hong Dae Kwang. He seems to be looking for anything to be mean to him. Hong Dae Kwang flinched whenever his eyes were poked all over his body.

Baek Cheon sneaked up on Chung-Myung to change the subject.

"You don't have to drag your time here."

"Sigh."

Chung-Myung made a groaning sound. I'd like to shake it off for three days, but I don't have time now.

"You're good job.

"……I'm sorry."

"Tsk."

Chung-Myung stared at Hong Dae Kwang as if he didn't like it at all and turned his body around.

"The opening wasn't like this in the old days. Why is everyone getting worse?"

When is the old opening you know?

It was Hong Dae Kwang, who was filled with resentment and sadness. Then Baek Cheon and Yoon-jong come up and pat him on the shoulder without saying a word.

"Don't console me. I'm about to cry!"

"I understand."

"Gasp."

Hong Dae Kwang shook his head and pulled back and sighed.

"By the way, where are we?"

Chung-Myung looks around. Reaching the end of the long corridor was the vast stone chamber again. And at the end of the stone chamber you see another new door.

"Hmmm."

Chung-Myung had strange eyes.

The door is fast.

"There's no sign of anyone coming in."

"Turn it off."

Chung-Myung gnashed his teeth.

"There was a side road in the middle. We should've gone that way, but a beggar broke the ceiling!"The 'Which beggar' cringes his shoulders.

Outside the sword and gun, he was treated as one of the most talented and experienced experts in openness, but here he was nothing but an accident-prone beggar.

"……then what's wrong?"

"Tsk. It's my fault. I have to go."

Chung-Myung looked back and said.

"There's no way back."

Everyone stiffened their faces at the words.

Until a while ago, if things went wrong, I could somehow climb back to where I had fallen, but now there is no way to retreat. We only need to move forward and find a new way out.

"I'll be there for now. Stay close and follow me."

"Okay."

"If you touch anything else, I'll cut your hands off!"

"……okay."

Chung-Myung glared and strode to open the door. Then he tilts his head slightly.

"Why?"

"No, I think it smells fishy."

"Huh?"

"No, I'm coming in."

Chung-Myung carefully opened the door and walked inside. It's different from the hallway that passed a while ago. A natural cave that was not artificially created unfolded in front of us.

'It's like a narrow cave, but...….'

Chung-Myung hurried along with his brows slightly narrowed.

I was riding into the cave for a long time.

Hoodie.

"Don't make a sound."

"Yes."

Hoodie.

"Don't make a sound."

"I didn't pay."

Hoodie.

"What does this mean? Did I pay? I...…."

Hoodie.

Chung-Myung stops talking. And his head slowly began to turn upward.

"Huh?"

No way.

At that moment.

Hundreds of small red dots appeared at the same time, as if they were sprinkled with red paint on the walls of the cave.

"Huh?"

I think we're screwed.