Chapter - 384 Episode 384. Ghosts die and humans die. (4)

"……."

"……."

Hwasan's disciples looked at the person in front of them with mixed feelings.

"…I mean."

"……."

The full-body white robe is clearly human, but it became a little vague to say that the face is human.

'It's twice as swollen.'

It's like steamed bread.

'I wish I had been hit.'

Baek Cheon, who was looking at the beaten person with a slightly pitiful face, coughed quietly in vainly.

"Well, I mean...You're a door city in a place called the Ghost Gate?"

"…Yes."

"If it's a ghost gate...…."

Baek Cheon tilted his head for a moment, blurring the end of his words.

"Have you heard of it, Jo-Gol?"

"I've never heard of it before."

Hwasan's disciples stared at the man again with a slightly embarrassed face.

"I... I'm sorry, but we don't know much about it."

The man's face, which had turned blue and purple, passed with a hint of resentment.

Then Chung-Myung frowned slightly.

"Ghost gate?"

"Yes."

"I've heard there's a place like that, but it's my first time seeing it in person. What I heard was, uh...…the new law is so outstanding……."

"That's right."

"Hiding a trail, flying like a ghost...…."

"That's right."

Chung-Myung also nodded with a look of dismay.

"That's consistent."

After hearing it, I wondered why I didn't notice it first. In fact, hearing with your ears and seeing with your eyes are one thing, so it is understandable.

Baek Cheon, who was listening with a serious face, asked him.

"Safa?"

"It's a little vague to call it a Sapa, and if you have to say, it's a love affair.…."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"That's how ghosts are."

"It's a person."

"Then he's a bandit."

The ghost Mundo tried to express resentment, but the swollen face never moved his way.

Baek Cheon looked at the ghost Mundo as if he was slightly embarrassed and trying to say something.

"Anyway, I see. Then, uh, um, uh...…."

After hesitating for a moment, he scratched his head humbly.

"I'm sorry, but what's your distribution? Your face is so free-spirited that it's hard to guess your age."

"……."

The ghost Mundo closed his eyes in sorrow.

'There's no easy one.'

He looks fine, so he says what he's most upset about.

"…...I passed it by accident."

"Then you're a senior."

"…at this yard?"

Chung-Myung tilted his head when a slightly sullen word came out of the mouth of a ghost Mundo.

"No, but was this guy not hit enough?"

When Chung-Myung grabbed the shovel again, the ghost Mundo turned blue...…. No, he shuddered away with his original purple face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...…."

"Walk."

Baek Cheon said.

"Yes, boarding house."

"Get some sugar in his mouth. Here we go again."

"Yes."

Jo-Gol dragged Chung-Myung along.

While being dragged with his arms held, Chung-Myung screamed the whole time.

"Answer me well! Before I let it go!"

Baek Cheon shook his head and looked at the ghost Mundo again.

"But why the hell did you do this?"

"Well, that's...."

He glanced at Chung-Myung, who was being dragged by a ghost Mundo, and opened his mouth.

"I'm Gay Hong, the 12th disciple of the Ghost Moon. In Gangho, it is called Muyeonggui."

Then Chung-Myung, who was gently dragged away, shook off Jo-Gol and approached again.

"I don't know anyone who knows the ghost gate, but I'm sure you're a good match for Byeolho."

"……."

Baek Cheon winked at Jo-Gol and said with a sorry face.

"Never mind, keep going. He's always like that."

"……."

"Hey, you thief!"

"Never mind."

Gye Hong looked up and looked up at the sky.

'You better kill him, you bastards.'One is swearing, one is comforting, and the carrot comes in from the mouth and the stick falls from the hip.

Which rhythm should I dance to?

If the Wasans had known to be so vicious, they would have just run away without looking back.

"You were the chief negotiator of the chief negotiator."

"…The Great Convention is not enough for me. Just call me Mu-young-gui."

"Can you do that? Then I'll call you Gyegong. Anyway... What about you?"

"That's……."

Gye Hong sighed deeply and began to explain.

"In fact, this is one of our ghost gate branches where you built the pavilion. To be exact, it's a safe house."

"…Don't you?"

Baek Cheon frowned on.

He had heard the word, "Go away."

Those who need to minimize exposure to their status and avoid the eyes of others, such as sprinklers and bandits, set up hiding places named "Anga" everywhere and hide themselves whenever they have work.

"Here?"

"Yes."

"…here?"

Gay Hong coughed loudly.

"Well, of course you're a little embarrassed. It's weird to have a safe house here."

"…Yes."

What kind of crazy man makes a hiding place in the most bustling West Bank castle? No matter how dark the beacon is.

"Ee, it's been more than two hundred years since the house was built. At that time, I heard that the West Bank was not this busy and that there was no pipelines this way."

"Oh……."

No wonder it's such an old place.

Yoon-jong, who was listening to the story, exclaimed as if he knew it.

"Oh, so the ghosts that came out of the abandoned house before?"

"……Yes, it's us."

"……."

When Hawsan's disciples looked sullen, Gay Hong protested as if he was being falsely accused.

"In the first place, this was the war-torn pavilion we built. But over the next two hundred years, the West Bank has gradually expanded, and people start to live from side to side, and at some point, they start to occupy the entire angle, saying, "What should I do?"…."

"Wasn't it actually empty?"

"……Yes, it is."

Gay Hong coughed in vain.

"But…… we couldn't be the owners because we were identified. That's one or two times."

Baek Cheon nodded as if he had finally understood.

"That's why you've driven people away pretending to be ghosts. If there is a rumor that it is a haunted house, people won't save it."

"Yes, it is. And as you can see, our ignorance is more appropriate for such a pose."

"…That's right."

"I thought it was a real ghost."

"That's enough to be considered a ghost."

What do you think it is not a ghost when a figure covered with something hazy flies at an invisible speed? What's more, I don't even feel that.

Gay Hong nodded furiously.

"This idea worked, and in reality, it didn't really matter. So this time I came to the West Bank for management again.The abandoned house that I have managed to keep from collapsing is nowhere to be found.…."

"…of all things, the conduits are swarming."

"That's also what the knifers do."

"It's hell to put myself in another position."

In sympathy from here and there, Gay Hong nodded as if he were about to shed tears.

"The………………It's a little weird to say this in front of you, but when I found out they were the Hawsanites who had recently begun to make a name for themselves...….that's true, I can't bear to...….""I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

I didn't do anything wrong, but I felt like I should apologize.

"Well, that's why I tried to pretend to be a ghost and kick people out like I was before. That's all I could do."

Only then did Hawasan's disciples, who learned the whole story of the incident.

"…I don't think you've done anything so bad, have you?"

"I know. I didn't hurt anyone, I just surprised them by pretending to be ghosts."

"I've been beaten too much compared to what I've done."

"Too much."

"Yes, too much."

Pathetic eyes poured on Gye Hyong.

In that sympathetic glance, Gay Hong was about to shed tears.

'I've sinned in my past life.'

You're saying you've met a tough guy like that?

"Never mind."

But the tough guy didn't seem interested in that situation of Gay Hong.

"So this is your house?"

"Well, yes."

"Do you have proof?"

"…Yes?"

Chung-Myung asked with a sullen face.

"Is there evidence that this is your war angle?"

"…Evidence?"

Gay Hong squinted his eyes.

"Oh, no, the evidence is...…."

He even turned it into an abandoned house to hide his own. What proof is there?

"We bought this. I mean, there's also a house document."

"That, that."

"And."

Chung-Myung grinned and pointed his chin at the dug-out pit.

"Everything that originally came out of that land belongs to that landowner. That's the law."

"What?"

"That's ours now."

Chung-Myung smiled brightly.

"If it's not fair, go to the coffin and argue."

"……."

Gye Hong looks blankly at Chung-Myung. Then, he opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Hey……."

"What?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to judge what's going on in the middle of nowhere.…."

"Isn't the herd the people? You're in big trouble."

"……he, it's……."

Gay Hong pleads in embarrassment.

"Well, there's that secret room. Like I said, wouldn't that be proof?"

"How does that prove. We dug first and you came."

"……."

"There's a gold gauge coming out from the floor of your house, and if I go there and insist that I buried it, will it be mine?"

"Oh, no, not really.…."

In the pouring sophistry, Gay Hong seemed to be losing his soul.

"Never mind."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Anyway, that's ours. Needless to say, get out of the closet. If you snoop around one more time, I'll make you really angry then."

"Ee, there's no such thing as a law.…."

"How can you come to someone else's house and pretend to be a ghost and kick people out?"

Gye Hong shuddered.

"You're lucky. If I was in a bad mood, you'd be a real ghost."

It was the moment Chung-Myung tapped him on the shoulder a couple of times and turned around.

"Well, there's no treasure there."

Stop.

Chung-Myung's body was stiffened to the spot.

Then, a moment later, his neck twisted strangely and bent backwards.

"…what?"

A dismal and terrifying voice flowed out of Chung-Myung's mouth several times more than when he impersonated a ghost.

Oh, my God!

Frightened, Gay Hong quickly changed his words.

"Ashes, riches, so there's no such thing as wealth. This one! There's something else.…."

"Really?"

Chung-Myung's face is again as bright as snow melting."Come on, that's not important. If you can make money out of it, that's treasure. So what's in there?"

"That……."

Gye Hong hesitates with his lips fluttering.

Then Chung-Myung approached and tapped him on the shoulder.

"That's so frustrating. If this happens, I have no choice but to go in and check it out. The results are the same anyway, so let's not lose strength."

At that, Gay Hong sighed deeply as if he had given up everything.

"……It's the command."

"Huh?"

"It's the Order of Long Moon. There's a ghost gate in that warehouse."

"……Huh?"

The world's Chung-Myung couldn't hide his embarrassment this time.

"Jang Moon-ryeong-bu?"

"……Yes."

"I mean, is that what symbolizes the authority of the long-written people who are in charge of the great affairs of the Moon faction?"

"Yes."

"In some circumstances, the commanding officer has more power than the long man?"

"……That's right."

"That's what you heard?"

Gay Hong nodded weakly. This should never have been said, but he had no power to stop what was happening here anyway.

That demon will somehow open it up and search.

"Why is it here?"

"…It's a little complicated to explain. It's……."

"I don't care if it's complicated. Don't explain."

"……."

Then why did you ask me, you son of a b*tc*?

"Well, you mean there's a commander-in-law in there?"

"Yes, it's a very important thing for ghost doors, so please...…."

"The commander-in-chief………."

"…Yes?"

The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up.

"So, there are chapters, doors, spirits, and wealth in there that can have the command of the same class as the literature.""

"……."

"Really? Hehehe. Is that so? Hehehehehehe!"

"……."

Chung-Myung began to smile brightly like a child who received a toy he loved so much.

Feeling the eerieness beyond words at the moment, Gye Hyong insinuatedly called him with his eyes full of anxiety.

"The, the small stamp?"

"No, you're not."

"…Yes?"

Chung-Myung straightened his shoulders and looked at him with a merciful expression.

"From now on, we should call him Jang Mun-ryeongju."

"……."

"I look forward to your kind cooperation. Hehehe."

What do you want from me, you crazy...….

There's really no answer, really.….

Gye Hong, who was barely holding out, finally grabbed the back of his neck and went back.