Chapter - 152 Episode 152. I'll tell you what heartlessness is. (2)

The end of the cave led to another cave. If anything else, unlike the caves we've been through so far, there's a nightlife again.

"……doesn't this seem to repeat itself subtly, the death penalty?"

"Well, I guess so. Besides, I'm not sure yet, but I think this space with a nightcap is safe as long as it's not useless. As long as you don't do anything useless."

Hong Dae Kwang sighed low as he watched Baek Cheon secretly looking back at himself while saying that.

"……there are times when people make mistakes."

"I didn't say anything specific, Dae-hyeop."

Yes, Daehyeop, you still call me Daehyeop. Thank you so much.

On his way here, Hong Dae Kwang discovered some strange things after observing his disciples.

The first was that unlike Chung-Myung, who doesn't know where he leaves his mind, his disciples of Hwasan know his manners as if they were disciples of prestigious literature.

Of course, at first glance, Chung-Myung's words and actions are similar to Chung-Myung's, but it's not that obvious because Chung-Myung is hanging around next to them right now.

And that it's very strong.

The open islands suffered major and minor injuries as they struggled through the cave where Mara Vampire was located. The wound penetrated the paralytic poison, making it difficult to transport.

It was not life-threatening, but it was inevitable that the steps out of the cave would slow down. But Hawasan's students were not hurt in the face of the urgency.

Because you're lucky?

"No way."

It can be luck once or twice. But if that luck continues, it's bound to be a skill.

"I have a question for the sword."

"Please call me Baek Cheon. It's a embarrassing Byungho."

"Good, then, Baek Cheon Society."

"Yes."

"Are the capital punishments in Hawasan similar to those here?"

Baek Cheon opened his mouth as if he was a little worried.

"I don't think so. Yoon-jong or Jo-Gol are the most advanced of the three great disciples, and I and Yoo Sa-mae are among the top students of this great disciples. But that doesn't mean the ability of the remaining death penalty in Hasan is much lower than ours."

Saying that, Baek Cheon glanced back at Chung-Myung.

It's a skill that I've been bullied and nurtured by that beast. There is no reason for anyone to lag far behind.

"……I see."

Hong Dae Kwang's face got a little serious.

The place where he is in the province of Bunta is the Nakyang Bunta of Openness. Nakyang is considered a big city in Jungwon, and as such, talented people were deployed among the beggars.

Of course, due to the nature of openness that pushes by quantity rather than quality, beggars who follow him are not comparable to other literary elite. But even so, it wasn't enough to be beaten anywhere.

By the way, aren't the students of Hwasan here clearly showing better performance than those of the Nakyang Bunta girls?

If indeed other members of Hawasan are on a par with their skills, how much of their power should they assess?

"And that monster."

The first blade I saw a while ago doesn't go away from my eyes. No, maybe I'll never forget it. I've never seen such a fantastic black in my life.If Chung-Myung grows up, leads Hwasan, and his students grow up together and support him?

It's a real resurrection, I guess what.'

Back in the day, Hawasan was one of the leading literary figures in the old file room. If the power had been greatly damaged in Mt. 100,000 and the main mountain had not collapsed due to the evil of the Magyos, it would not have been in the same situation as it is now.

However, as long as his students grow up, it does not seem too difficult to regain their power in the past. Especially if Chung-Myung keeps running like that.

"Bunta Lord..."

Hong Dae Kwang, who was lost in thought, slightly frowned at the breathtaking openness.

"Hwasan New Dragon. I know you're in a hurry, but can you take a break? We need time to examine the details of our disciples."

"Well, go ahead."

Surprisingly, Hong Dae Kwang flinched as Chung-Myung nodded coolly.

"Why?"

"No, it's too simple to allow it to be uncharacteristic."

"Of course, people are sick."

"……thank you."

Hong Dae Kwang looked at Chung-Myung with new eyes.

'Is there a temperament to confrontation?'

Although not all tendencies are the same because it is called the Great Convention, if there is one thing that must be done, it is a mind that puts people before benefits.

However, Chung-Myung, who seemed unlikely at all, said that he prioritized people.

The more I see him, the more I don't know him.'

Hong Dae Kwang tilted his head and approached the open islands.

In the meantime, however, Chung-Myung had his eyes fixed to the front, slightly narrowing his forehead. His nerves were concentrated in the distance.

The airwaves are spreading.

Living and speculation are spouting from quite a distance away. This means that those who have been in a big battle or have fallen into a trap are fighting something.

You don't have to go and fight for me.'

If you wait slowly, they'll clear the way for you. Isn't that why you only picked the strong ones and let them in?

They're happy to join the sword gun, and Chung-Myung is happy to go easily.

There may be other traps lurking in here. If people like the mala-vampire uniform that I saw earlier continue to come out, no matter how Chung-Myung is, they will eventually be exhausted and fall down.

Chung-Myung learned from his long experience in combat that the way to survive in such a place is to save a drop of physical strength to be squeezed out until the end.

As the atmosphere of rest is created, the party all sits on the wall. At the same time, he seemed to be careful not to touch the institution.

"Oh, my."

Sitting on the floor, Yoon-jong sighed deeply and lamented.

"Ten lives are not enough in a place like this."

"Ummingling."

Chung-Myung grinned and Yoon-jong looked up and looked at him.

'He looks like he's used to something.'

No matter how big the wall is, if you've never experienced this before, you'll be embarrassed.

Going step by step where there is no proper light and where there may be a trap lurking made a person more tired than expected. Because I have to be nervous and nervous the whole time.

And yet Chung-Myung was still nonchalant.

"Aren't you tired?"

"What have you done to make you tired? It's only the beginning."

"……start?"

"Yakson, if the 60-year-old had set up a proper trap, it wouldn't have ended like this. It's not as if there's nothing at all."Yoon-jong narrowed the gap between his eyes.

I don't have a beef with that remark. What he noticed was "intentionally".

"Why did Yakson build this place?"

"Huh?"

"……If you wanted to leave a mixed fabric, you can leave it, and if you want to leave a recruit, you can just leave it. But it means why did you set this trap and put the people who came into your grave in danger?"

"I get it."

Chung-Myung grinned.

The question of Yoon-Jong continued.

"At first, I was going to, but the more I think about it, the more strange it is. Especially when I think of the name Yakson. He's a good man who's treated a lot of sick people and created more young people. That's why it's called Yakson."

"Right."

"By the way, Yakson's identity is the scabbard, and why the scabbard made this tomb...…. I don't understand at all."

"You don't have to understand."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung said with a grin.

"There's only one thing I'm sure about people."

"What's that?"

"People can never predict."

"……."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"Even a person who I thought I knew very well once in a while showed a completely unexpected side of me, how do I know what people thought two hundred years ago? We're just gonna take it from here or leave. The intentions are good, no matter of course."

It was a realistic remark.

But it was also a very cold remark.

Chung-Myung said so, but it was hard for Yoon-jong to dispel the idea that the tomb had Yakson's intentions.

What is Yakson trying to convey to the people in this tomb?'

Then, Chung-Myung, who caught a glimpse of him in agony, said.

"I don't think so."

"Huh?"

"This isn't the beginning. The question is, why did Yakson become a black sheep?"

"……Ah."

Yoon-jong made a slightly surprised face.

I didn't think that far.

Yakson is the founder of the family by platform law. He had enough fame and glory without having to go out into the world with a dagger.

Why would such a man wear a mask and grab a sword?

Yoon-jong looked at Chung-Myung still.

Chung-Myung feels like he's guessing something. This unaffordable priest is younger than anyone else and sometimes shows a depth that he can't keep up with.

"What?"

"No, I was wondering if you had any idea."

Chung-Myung smirks.

"What's so important about that?"

"Huh?"

"If Yakson had any other intentions, would you leave the mixed fabric nicely?"

"…… don't tell me that."

"That's enough. I don't care about old people's circumstances. What's important is that there may be mixed-fabric platforms here."

"Well."

"I'll take it even if I die. By all means!"

Looking at Chung-Myung's blazing eyes, Yoon-jong sighed slightly.

I like it because it's simple.'

Sometimes I envy Chung-Myung's personality like that. Because I don't think about it.

Although it may be just the outside.

At that time, Yoo-Esul handed Chung a bottle of water he had brought. Chung-Myung also drank water from her without hesitation. And suddenly asked Hong Dae Kwang.

"Mr. beggar! Are you almost done?"

"The antidote seems to be working."

"You packed the antidote to paralysis?"

"Exactly paralytic acid.

It's an antidote to )). We don't know who we're gonna meet here. I used it just in case, but it's detachable."

"Whoa."

Chung-Myung looked at Hong Dae Kwang with new eyes.

"What? What do you think this Hong Dae Kwang is doing? Even so, in the strong lake, he is called the earth of openness!""Oh, yes, yes."

"Yes."

Hong Dae Kwang shakes his head when the reaction is not good. What the hell does this mean to him?

"Let's go when we're almost there."

"By the way, how far does this gun go? The distance we've come won't be short."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"The caves are gently curved, so the actual distance traveled will be short."

"……Really?"

"Even so, there's a limit to making space underground like this. You'll see the end soon."

"Well, yeah. I got it."

The party rose again and began to prepare. Watching the scene, Chung-Myung gave a subtle look.

It's not a lie to say that the end is about to come.

The problem is that those who reach the end will surely exist other than them.

It's malicious.

Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth, recalling the name Yakson.

"Let's see what else we have."

Chung-Myung put on an evil smile.