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Whispering!

The stone fell from the roof and hung in front of the window, where the voice of the Mansong could be heard.

The stone that caught the wooden window frame grabbed the window and opened it.

Sreuk!

And as soon as the window opened, Jong-seok jumped inside.

Fa'at!

The monk was surprised to see the stone that ran into the window like lightning and tried to open his mouth.

But there was no sound coming from the mouth. Jong-seok kicked the slippers off the floor with his toes.

Puck!

Jong-seok quickly ran around the beds with a Buddhist monk falling backward with slippers stuck in his mouth.

Papapot! Papapot!

Whenever Jong-seok's hand moved, the monks went backward. And some of them who were not seriously injured moved their hands.

But their hands didn't hurt Jong-seok. The stone, which held the swinging hand, has broken down.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

The monks, who opened their mouths in pain of screaming, could not scream.

Along with breaking his arm, he also pointed out the sublime. So in a moment, Jong-seok grabbed all the sublime of the monks in the room and stopped them from moving.

Jong-seok, who had bloodshot the monks, saw them. The monks could not move their bodies and only their eyes were moving, spouting flesh.

Many monks burst into laughter at the life of many monks.

"Save..."

Argh!

At that moment, a great deal of flesh was emitted from Jong-seok's body. And the flesh that Jong-seok spews out wasn't controlled by someone.

The whole room was filled with life and soul.

Argh! Argh!

The monks in the room were distorted in their lives.

Shaking!

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw monks shaking their bodies under pressure from their own flesh.

"I don't like bad guys."

Along with the horse, he grabbed the arm of a monk close to the stalactite. Then he put his finger on his arm.

At that moment, the monk's arm broke a bone.

Boom boom!

"..."

The monk began to tremble. It doesn't show on the outside, but it broke the bone with a front page.

Looking at such a monk, I put my finger back a little above where Jongseok wrote the front page.

"And I don't like the guys who mess with me."

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Jong-seok, who shot several more times at the front, let go of his hand and grabbed the monk's arm.

The monk's face hardened at the sight. I don't know what Jong-seok did, but I could hear his arm breaking repeatedly from the monk's arm.

And if that's literally the sound of an arm breaking... You'll break your arm, too.

The monk's body was shaking continuously to see if he could not stop fear and fear even if he had a bloodshot wound.

Seeing such a monk, Jong-seok put his finger on the arm again.

"And what's worse than that is the ones who mess with the people around me, not me."

The last stone with his finger on his arm spread out the front line.

Boom boom!

"...."

Looking at the monk shaking his body, he saw the others.

They were sweating profusely in fear of Jong-seok's murder and his broken arm before their eyes.

And in the room of such people, only the sound of broken bones was heard quietly.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

The stone that flew several more front lines on his arm caught the next monk's arm.

"But... you tried to touch me and the people around me and the family. Would that make me angry? Won't you?"

Boom boom!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok, who caught the Buddhist monk whose eyes were spinning with foam in his mouth, suppressed his blood.

Then the snow came back.

"It's a long night. You can't do this already."

Jong-seok, lightly patted on the monk's cheek, began to break the arms of the other monks one by one.

And finally, standing in front of Mansong, Jong-seok looked at him with a sharp look.

His eyes were still sharp, even though he was scared of life and fear.

Jong-seok nodded at such a late bloom.

"Yes, we still have a lot of time and more bones."

With the horse, Jong-seok grabbed his arm and opened the front line.

Boom boom! Boom boom! Boom boom!

"..."

Jong-seok nodded as he watched Man-song showing his life with his mouth closed even when his arm was broken.

"Okay, wait."

Jong-seok, who stared at Mansong coldly, approached the first monk. Then he held the other hand and took the lead in the same way.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Whenever the stalactites moved, the monks' bones began to break. Jong-seok, who has been spinning for so many times, has seen the full bloom.

As Jong-seok stood in front of him, Man-song's face hardened. It's the fourth time Jongseok has been standing in front of him.

Both arms and one leg bone...

Three of the limbs are bony. Jong-seok turned him upside down when he saw Man-song looking at him with a stiff face.

"Yes!"

There is no reason for Jong-seok to groan or spill a 10,000 song. However, Jong-seok deliberately groaned to listen to the whole song.

Jong-seok, who turned the whole song upside down, put his finger on his hip bone, to be exacting his hip bone.

"Why do you think I should be subjected to this sort of thing, but it's unfair?"

I didn't answer Jong-seok's question.

"Oh... I can't talk."

With a little murmur, Jong-seok gave a slight slap to the full body.

"Ah... an intruder!"

When his voice came out, he burst into a roar. But it was only a wish.

What came out of the mouth of Mansong was only a small whisper. Jongseok's lungs were pressed as he warmed up his blood beforehand.

If you want to make a loud voice, you need to breathe, but you can't scream because you've made it smaller.

Jong-seok, who smiled at the crowd, tapped his face with his hands.

"That's not the question I asked. Is it unfair?"

I looked at the stone with red eyes at the question of the stone.

"I'll kill you."

In the eyes of Mansong, Jong-seok nodded his head in spite of the many venom and living conditions still present.

"Right. As expected, you guys don't admit their faults. So... it's a good thing."

"Fortunately?"

"I cried and did wrong. I'm sorry. If I'd pretended to be penitent, I'd have thought about it."

Jong-seok tapped his head with his hands.

"How nice to be playing the role of a bad guy from start to finish. I don't have to put things in my hands, I don't have to feel guilty."

Then, Jong-seok spewed intelligence on the hand that was on the tailbone of Man-song.

Puck! Punch!

"Growl!"

Jong-seok said, "My lungs are shrunk, but when I saw Man-song groaning because of the release of the ammo, Jong-seok said,

"If the hip bone is broken, all movement is already uncomfortable. You can't sit, you can't sit, you can't sit in the bathroom, you can't sit, you know, you'd rather break your arm or leg."

As he talked, Jong-seok laid down the full flowers again and laughed.

"You've broken your arms and legs."

"You... I... Kill."

Jong-seok nodded as he watched the full song of curses that poured on him.

"Yes, I still hope you play the bad guy well. That's how I feel at ease."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok had several spots on his body.

Papapot!

The stalking of the stalactites hardened the body like a log.

The bodies of other monks began to bleed at the sight of Mansong.

The stalactites, which quickly bloodshot the bodies of monks, stood in front of the window. The reason why Jongseok bloodshot the monks was to leave no evidence.

If the monks say Jong-seok did this to them, it could be a problem.

That's why I had to get bloodshot so that I couldn't speak or use my hands. And this mucus won't release unless the stalactites release it.

Stembleeding on the stalactites usually takes 24 hours or so... It's a blood clot without aftereffects.

One mucous blood now won't release unless the stalactites release it. That means the longer you get, the more you strain your body, and if you don't relax for a long time, your blood could harden.

But I didn't care about Jong-seok.

'If they don't move... Fewer people get hurt or hurt that much.'

A muttered inwardly, Jong-seok saw the monks.

Tomorrow is Sunday, so I am going to Korea. I'll probably be back in a couple of weeks. See you then. Then you'll have a hard time until then, but you'll be fine."

With the horse, Jong-seok snuck open the window and just walked out.

Ten thousand songs shook from side to side as the stalks went out. I'm just trying to make some noise and call people.

But…

'Your body'sighs.

I didn't move a muscle. He opened his mouth wide and made a sound, but his mouth wouldn't open.

No, your mouth is open. But when I opened it up, it didn't happen anymore.

I couldn't make any sound, even a sound.

It was just breathing out of breath.

He hardened his face.

'Is it a general paralysis?'

With astonished and bewildered eyes, he began to flex his muscles to move his body continuously.

But Man-song's body was stiff and immobilized.

The next morning on time received an unexpected report. And when he received the report, he hurried into the hospital room where the 18 men were being treated.

In the hospital room, the medical staff in uniform were watching the crowd with perplexed faces.

"What's going on?"

At the question of the hour, a Buddhist monk hurriedly said,

"It broke the bones of both arms into several pieces. The shin of the right leg was broken and the hip bone was broken. And..."

As the monk hesitated without being able to speak, the hour of the hour squinted eyes.

"Welcome and tell me."

"My body is paralyzed."

"Marvel? You're mutilated?"

"I'll have to run a CT scan, but I think I'm paralyzed."

Surprised by the monk's words, he hurried to Mansong.

"Hurray! Hail!"

At the call of the hour, the full moon was just wide awake. He was rushed to the point of time.

"Why are you doing this? Can't you move?"

At the question of the hour, there were only eyes open. He asked a few more questions on time, but Mansong couldn't answer.

'The second Shaolin dog did it! Second Shaolin Temple! Second Shaolin Temple!'

Even if I thought of it several times and shouted, I could only ask something else on time.

"Can't you move! Come on, move your fingers!"

But no one could answer that question. Only the monks with their eyes open were in the room.

At the sight of such nahans, the monk was quickly seen. Although he cut his hair in a suit, he was a doctor hired by Shaolin.

"It wasn't this bad yesterday, what's going on here?"

"We've come in for a morning session and it's like this..."

"You don't know how?"

"Yes, sir.

"Who were the people who came to this room yesterday?"

"Nobody but you and the medical staff came in."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir.

"Then how about the injuries?"

"That's... we don't know."

"You don't even know what it looks like?"

"To break a bone, you have to apply force, but there's nothing wrong with your muscles and skin except your bones."

"What does that mean?"

"It looks like he's just broken a bone, avoiding skin and muscles.

The monk's words made the face of the temple look young.

"Does that make sense?"

"I'm sorry."

When the monk lowered his head, he looked at the full house and hurried to the building where he was guarding Shaolin Temple.

I'm trying to check the CCTV around the building to see what happened yesterday.

But on time, I didn't find anything strange on the CCTV of Shaolin last night.

Sometimes I could see something gray on the screen, but it was only as loud as noise.

Jong-seok was organizing his luggage at the time when Shaolin Temple was in a frenzy over the severe injuries of 18 people.

"Are you coming again?"

Jong-seok said, putting his blessing in his bag as well, Jong-seok said,

"I think I'll be free next Thursday or so, but... I'll be back in two weeks at the latest."

"And what happened to your trip to Shaolin yesterday?"

"I made him a total paralysis."

"Full-body paralysis?"

"You'll be able to do nothing but breathe and taste and eat some."

"You don't think... did you cut your spine?"

"If I cut the spinal cord, I could at least treat it with surgery. He's got blood on him, so he won't be able to move until I give him a blood clot."

"Was it enough to let it go?"

"Listening to what they said, they deserved to be put to death penalty.

"Was it that bad?"

Jong-seok told me about the conversation that the Mansong had yesterday. The words hardened the angry face.

"So when are you going to give me a bloodbath?"

"I'll be back in a couple of weeks. Then I'll release him and then I'll start the bloodshot again."

When he was told that he would let go and start the bloodshot again, a fierce anger came upon him.

"You don't think you're gonna let me live like that for the rest of my life"

"I will, considering what they have done, what they will do."

"Tree amytabul"

Jong-seok said as he watched the old man shake his head in a shout of disapproval.

"I wanted to kill him so he wouldn't leave any regrets behind."

"Sorim's disciple shouldn't think easily of killing... Well done."

"It's not that I didn't kill him because he was a student of Shaolin."

Jong-seok shook his head after stopping talking for a while.

"I've never killed anyone."

"Thank God."

Jong-seok nodded at the old man's words.

"So I'm afraid to kill people."

"Isn't that the right idea for a man to have?"

"That's not it."

"Then?"

Jong-seok sighed and opened his mouth at the question of the angry man.

"There is a saying in Korea. A needle thief becomes a cow thief. It's hard to get started, twice is easy. And if someone like me kills once..."

Jong-seok shook his head while looking at the angry man.

"Who can stop me?"

The old man nodded his head at Jong-seok's remarks. I understood what Jong-seok meant.