Chapter 113

Episode 113. Showing good behavior (2)

“This is not the skill that only the head of a shopping district should have. After all, it was a bunch of traitors!”

Wow.

In an instant, Lieutenant Jang’s attack changed.

Moho gritted his teeth and blocked the attack, but he couldn’t stand it for several seconds and his arm holding the sword was cut off.

When the householder was subdued, the remaining people could not hold out for long and were all subdued.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu are there cases like this in the three worlds. What did I do wrong...”

Moho cried and protested, clutching his severed arm with his unsevered hand.

“The head of the Taepyeonggyo Ho branch in Dengbong County. I am amazed that you guys have the audacity to say you are innocent!”

Then a strange voice was heard and several people walked in from behind the soldiers.

When they appeared, Lieutenant Jang turned around and lowered his head.

“I overpowered them all. Mr. Shea.”

“Thank you for your effort.”

The mother-in-law looked at the fireman’s party with a puzzled face.

“Poetry?”

“Did you send executioners to me this morning?”

“What are you talking about? What is an enforcer?”

“Oh, I know everything, but you’re acting like this.”

“No matter how much she is, she cannot persecute people like this without any evidence.”

“What evidence is it? It will come soon.”

The painter nodded at Ok-ju.

“Uncle Zhu, can you find out where these secret documents are?”

“I can already guess where it is. I will come right away.”

“Professor Jang. Please send a soldier to help Mr. Zhu with his work.”

“yes.”

When Lieutenant General gave the order, several officers and soldiers followed Ok-joo.

Ok-ju entered Gajujeon, where the doors were broken and in a mess, and shortly thereafter ordered soldiers to break down the wall, open the safe hidden behind the wall, and take out numerous hermits and documents.

Moho opened his mouth wide at the sight of Okju.

“How?”

Moho’s face turned black.

Moho asked with a despairing expression as Ok-ju handed out the hermit’s bundle and documents to the fireman.

“Are you the one who used to be the head of Chohyeon’s branch?”

Ok-ju nodded at Moho’s question.

“Yes.”

“Damn it too. But how can I betray you? Get the antidote for you... Ah! Right. That young congressman must have made the cancellation!”

“What kind of Sam is that? And I’m not betraying, I’m taking revenge.”

“plural? What are you talking about?”

Ok-ju looked at Moho for a moment, then sighed briefly before opening her mouth.

“Do you have a family?”

“does not exist. He was murdered by unknown assailants.”

stop.

For a moment, Ok-ju thought that Moho might be a different case from her.

“If you don’t know the identities of the assailants, you won’t be able to take revenge.”

“I don’t know the identity, but I can guess.”

“Who is the guesser?”

“Who are these people who are attached to the eunuchs and maintain their power?”

“Why are they killing your family?”

“I appealed to the emperor to come to his senses. Then, a few days later, assailants came and killed all my family members. I survived because I wasn’t home at the time.”

“I have a guess, but there is no hard evidence.”

“What is that?”

“Is that why you joined the Taepyeonggyo to get revenge?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you try to kill us?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that? You killed the guards in Maeng Jun County.”

“Just as you seek to avenge yourself, I have avenged my family who were killed by the Taepyeongists.”

Mrs. Hwa received the shear paste from the painter and looked at it for a while before opening her mouth in disbelief.

“His Majesty Emperor Hua has bestowed great favor on you.”

“yes. It’s much better than the Siui, which has to be tied only to the imperial palace.”

“That’s great! Disturbance.”

A look of pride appeared on Mrs. Hwa’s face.

I was extremely opposed to going on the path of a lawmaker, but my son had already become a giant beyond the prefectural officials.

* * *

“Mr. Hwabu. Senator Hwabu!”

From far away came the sound of quick footsteps along with the voice of a woman in a hurry.

Cho-seol’s escort Dong-chul was running fast while holding Hae-won, followed by Cho-seol and Hae-soo.

“Haewon.”

The painter saw that Hae-won’s hand was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages and hurriedly finished acupuncture.

“Seonah. Pull out the spittle yourself.”

“Your master.”

After entrusting the patient to Pyeon-seon, the painter ran straight to Hae-won and looked at his hand.

“Oh hello. Mr. Hwa.”

“Did your hand hurt?”

“I cut my finger while cutting your knife.”

The fireman hurriedly removed the bandages.

“Okay, let’s see how much it cuts.”

While the bandages were coming off, blood trickled down the left hand he was holding. The painter naturally frowned.

‘Are the blood vessels cut?’

clumsy.

When the bandage came off, it was cut almost to the bone, revealing a finger that was barely attached to the skin.

The bottom of the finger was tied with something like a thin string, but blood continued to flow.

“It’s not a cut, it’s almost cut. What the hell did you do to become like this?”

The painter looked at the newly appeared Choseol, gasping for breath without realizing it.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time...”

“I’m done with greetings, what the hell happened to this?”

“Sook-soo had Hae-won chop vegetables, but Hae-won accidentally stopped...”

“No, does this little kid use a knife?”

“yes. It seems that Hae-won did a good job, so Sook-soo liked it.”

“No matter how good you look at it.... I’ll have to put my fingers on it first, so I’ll talk about this later. see.”

“Your master.”

Obo saw Haewon’s severed finger and stamped his feet as if surprised.

“I have to do finger joint surgery, so hurry up and bring me distilled spirits. Light a few more lights in a room you know.”

“yes.”

‘If it’s a grafting operation, it’ll be glued on... It’s cut like that, but can it be glued on?’

While Pyeon-seon was pulling needles from the patient’s back, his nerves were on Hae-won, whose finger had been cut off.

Of course, I heard what the painter had to say and was interested in it.

‘If the cut part... is pasted on, won’t it rot later?’

In a world where there are many bandits and many knives, many patients have had their fingers or toes severed.

Pyeonseon did not see his father reattaching the severed parts of such patients.

The reason was, of course, that if you put it on like that, the flesh would rot later and you would have to cut out more parts.

After Pyeonseon drew a needle from the patient and wrote a prescription, the painter called her.

“I heard that Sun-ah is going to have finger joint surgery. Prepare the surgical instruments in advance.”

“yes.”

“Haewon, I’ll put your finger on you, so let’s go into the room.”

“Doesn’t it really rot even if I put this on?”

“It won’t rot, so don’t worry.”

“I’m glad everything. I thought I would have to live without a finger.”

Tears flowed from Haewon’s eyes as he gritted his teeth.

bang.

The fireman let only the three disciples and polarization enter the room and closed the door.

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