333 Reading books gives you more experience! 333

Fa'at!

The bird, which looked far away at the arrival of a new model of Jongseok, bounced its fingers.

Whispering! Whispering!

A silver piece of iron spewed rapidly from the finger of a bird that looked far away.

The silver pieces of iron were all small boomerangs.

Whispering! Whispering!

Jong-seok's hand moved toward the boomerang that was coming quickly.

Papapapat! Pappat!

Boomerangs were caught in Jong-seok's hand. The bird's face hardened at the sight.

'HOLD?'

A bird with a startled eye suddenly twisted its back and threw its hand back quickly.

Whispering! Whispering!

The boomerangs flew away quickly from the far-seeing bird's hand. But the flying boomerangs were all caught by Jong-seok's hand and fell.

Catching the boomerangs, the stalks quickly narrowed the distance from the bird that looked far away.

The face of Jong-seok, standing close to a bird that looked far away, became more lively.

Fa'at!

A bird watching far away at the movement of the stone's hand quickly twisted its waist.

Bang!

There was a loud noise coming from behind with a bird that looked far behind him.

The trees were flying in all directions, smashed by the hand of the stone.

The distant bird's face hardened when it felt it.

"You're really trying to kill me."

If he hadn't just escaped, it would have been his body, not the tree that was smashed.

With that thought, a bird that looked far away quickly twisted and kicked at Jong-seok.

Pavat!

When a bird that looked far away blew a kick, Jong-seok concentrated his strength on both hands.

Argh!

"As painfully as possible."

Along with the thought, Jong-seok's hand hit the foot of a bird that looked far away.

Puck!

Jong-seok's hands hit the blood of the urethra in his new foot that looked exactly as far away as he could.

"Argh!"

A bird in the distance screamed when its feet hit the stalactites.

"Argh!"

When the Cheonyeopsu touched his foot, a terrible pain hit his whole body. When a bird that looked far away collapsed in unbearable pain, Jong-seok jumped.

'I'm stopping the heart at once!'

Along with the thought, Jong-seok's hand hit the far-sighted bird's chest.

Phew!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

The bird's heart, which looked far away, moved loudly with a heart-breaking pain.

Heart beating!

One big heart stopped beating.

"Growl!"

Jong-seok's hand made the capital sharp when a bird watching from afar gave out a breath-taking groan, which became hard to breathe with the heart stopping.

"Good-bye"

Then, Jong-seok's hand aimed at the neck of a bird that looked far away.

Paw! Shoot!

Blood spurted like a fountain from the neck of a bird in the distance with the touch of the stalactite.

The bird's face hardened from the blood and the burning pain in his neck that was so visible to his own eyes.

"I'm... dying."

With him, the distant bird's consciousness became blurred and its eyes began to slowly close.

A bird watching far away closed its eyes and Jong-seok quickly spotted the neck.

The bird that sees far away thinks its neck was pierced, but it wasn't tubular.

He just used his fingernails to cut the arteries around his neck and pump blood out.

Then Jong-seok, who quickly caught the bleeding, took out an egg from his pocket and rubbed it on the wound.

When the blood-contained body became mushy and mucous, Jong-seok applied a history.

Argh!

The body, which had turned into mucus, quickly began to dry and cling to the wound.

The stalactite, which caught the bleeding, felt the pulse of a distant bird. I couldn't feel the pulse when my heart stopped beating.

The stone raised its history and changed its energy into a phonograph.

Argh!

Temperatures began to drop sharply around the stalactites. And the frost began to grow young around him.

Man's energy was divided into yin and yang. Like men are strong in spirits and women are strong in spirits.

But men are not devout, and women are not devout.

And now Jong-seok is a strong one, mixing the sound with his inner workings.

A stone with a raised sound streamed its history into the head and heart of a bird that looked far away.

Argh! Argh!

Amid the spouting from Jong-seok's hands, the bird's body cooled rapidly and white frost began to fall on its eyebrows and skin.

It lowers the temperature of a bird that sees far away through its internal strength.

It's done.

When his body temperature dropped to the point of frost, Jong-seok jumped to the tent.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok's body was in front of the tent the moment he felt like running.

And Jong-seok's hand drew a tent.

Argh!

When Jong-seok's hand drew a tent, a piece of writing appeared on the cloth.

"Nice"

When the article he wanted came out, Jong-seok quickly moved his hand to the tent.

In the article in the Experience Book, where he registered himself as a writer, Jong-seok turned around and sat down a bird that was lying in the distance.

Then a stone standing behind him hit him on the back.

Puck!

The energy from Jong-seok's hands hit the heart of a bird that looked far away.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bird's body, which looked at the distance, fluctuated greatly from Jong-seok's hand.

And...

Heart beating! Heart beating!

The bird's heart began to move.

Shoot!

With the heart moving, the history of the stalactites quickly began to circulate the blood of the bird that looked far away.

Blood began to flow through the hardened body, and oxygen and blood began to flow into the brain.

Argh! Argh!

As soon as the blood started to flow, the temperature of the bird from afar began to rise.

Jong-seok breathed a sigh of relief after he had spent such a long time in the air to restore the bird's temperature and pulse.

"Phew! Fortunately, it's not too late."

How the experience book recognizes the writer's death...

It was the writer's perception of death, his heart stopped, his body temperature declined.

Writers and experience books are linked. So when the writer writes, not only the writing but also the memory and experience are absorbed into the experience book.

And...

Heart beating! Heart beating!

The bird's heart began to move.

Shoot!

With the heart moving, the history of the stalactites quickly began to circulate the blood of the bird that looked far away.

Blood began to flow through the hardened body, and oxygen and blood began to flow into the brain.

Argh! Argh!

As soon as the blood started to flow, the temperature of the bird from afar began to rise.

Jong-seok breathed a sigh of relief after he had spent such a long time in the air to restore the bird's temperature and pulse.

"Phew! Fortunately, it's not too late."

How the experience book recognizes the writer's death...

It was the writer's perception of death, his heart stopped, his body temperature declined.

Writers and experience books are linked. So when the writer writes, not only the writing but also the memory and experience are absorbed into the experience book.

When the writer recognizes death, the book of experience knows it. Then check the status of the cursors.

When the heart stops and the body temperature drops, it recognizes death and the cursors reset.

Of course, even if the writer dies without recognizing death, his heart stops and he recognizes death when his body temperature drops.

Only when the writer recognizes death and the heart stops, the writer's resetting of the handwriting ends faster.

That's why Jong-seok attacked the bird with his life as if he were going to kill it.

And it also gave me the idea that I would die if I got hit by a tree in one room.

You need to quickly reset your handwriting so that you can save the bird that looks far away.

It is impossible to save a person whose heart has stopped for a long time, and even if it does, it will strike the brain and other organs.

That's why we're moving as fast as we can and lowering our body temperature to minimize the risk of organ recuperation.

***

Jong-seok was writing his experiences in a tent-type experience book.

As Jong-seok writes, if the experience becomes a big hit, the experience gradually began to accumulate.

As I tried writing new experiences through the stones of Ooyama-Tzumi, Jongseok had to write in a certain order and collect the experience value.

However, on the stones of Ooyama-Tzumi, he had no experience of modern times, so he had experience when he was in a car or plane.

But the tent had experiences of him, so I couldn't take care of them.

But even so, the experience must have been a hit.

I could hear a groan in Jong-seok's ear as he wrote down his experiences in the tent so quickly.

"Growl!"

Jong-seok glanced at him and walked to him as the bird that was lying on one side groaned.

As if to have a severe headache, Jong-seok leaned out of the kettle while watching a bird pressing its head with its hands.

"Are you awake?"

A bird watching Jong-seok's words from afar looked at him through his fingers and wondered at his face.

But a bird that looked far away for a moment raised itself with a sigh.

A bird that looks far away is not a fool. The moment I saw Jong-seok, I wondered. I wondered why I could see Jong-seok when I was dead.

But soon I realized why. The energy around him tells us he's not dead.

And it was Jong-seok's plan that made him think he was dead.

"Did you register?"

"I did"

A bird watching far away saw the tent at Jong-seok's horse.

"But why didn't you take it?"

"I also had to check his condition. How are you feeling?"

A bird looking far up at Jong-seok's horse raised itself and touched his neck. I could tell that the bird that was looking far away was tied with cloth.

"Have you given him the bottle and the medicine?"

"We've treated you to avoid the most aftereffects, but you may have headaches or vomiting for a few days. Take this medicine then."

A bird looking far away shook its head when Jong-seok reached out a barrel containing a bodyguard.

"There are herbs that our tribes eat, so don't worry."

"I'll leave it here. Do as you please."

When Jong-seok put down the barrel of the Bodhisattva, a bird looking far away said while looking at Jong-seok,

"So what happened?"

When Jong-seok explained the situation, a bird looking far away nodded while thinking for a moment.

"You lied to me and the book of experience at the same time."

"I won't say I'm sorry."

"So you didn't go to see my condition?"

"There's that, but there's something I want to show you."

"What is it?"

"It's too much right now and I think I can show it to you tomorrow... May I stay one more day?"

A bird watching far away at Jong-seok's words looked at him as if it was absurd.

"Don't you want too much of the thieves who stole our tribe's treasure?"

"What I'm going to show you is a new look in the Experience Book. Aren't you curious?"

A bird watching Jong-seok's words opened its mouth after a while.

"I'm curious. Yeah, stay as long as you want."

Jong-seok opened his mouth while looking at him when the bird said something far away.

"You don't hate me?"

"I hate you..."

A bird looking far away shook its head at Jong-seok's remark.

"We Indians are not possessive, as you will see from the experience of our ancestors. The land is closed for a while and we borrow it from nature, not mine. And experience books are not for me or for my tribe. They came to our tribe for a while, and in the meantime I kept them for a while."

"Not like yesterday."

The person who seemed to be dead yesterday is now talking as if he had achieved enlightenment.

A bird looking far up raised its hand at Jong-seok's words. There was a piece of silver metal in the hand.

And said the bird, who held it in his hand.

"Because yesterday was in my hands. But now..."

A bird in the distance smoked its hand and dropped a piece of silver metal. Then he showed an empty palm.

"Isn't it in my hands?"

"You change your position very quickly."

"Even if it's the same river, rainy days and non-rain days are completely different... If things change, we'll have to adjust to them."

Jong-seok nodded at the bird's far-sighted remark.

"Thank you for thinking about it."

"But..."

A bird that stopped talking for a moment opened its mouth.

"When you die, if the people of our tribe go, I hope you give us our experience books.

Jong-seok nodded at the bird's distant words.

"It's funny to think about me already, but... I'll call you when I feel like it's my day."

A bird that looked far at Jong-seok's words nodded, took a seat, and closed its eyes.

When Jong-seok stopped talking to him, he approached the tent and began to write.