Chapter 81

Dongrim Battlefield A store near Dongdong Lake Branch.

“Ugh...”

Baekpyo woke up feeling great pain in his stomach and face.

“......?”

The vision that had been reflected in the sullen eyes gradually brightened.

The first thing you see is a fairly large ceiling.

and sit on a chair next to you

“You bastard!”

As soon as Baek Pyo found Jinmu, he jumped up and stretched out his fist.

“What are you doing?”

“......”

Jinmu put on a pathetic expression.

Slow.

He was doing his best to reach out, but he wasn’t too slow, and he didn’t feel the strength to catch even a single fly.

Moreover, it is thin. A white Pyo’s hand, narrower than a woman’s wrist and bare bones.

Widely!

Jinmu threw it away with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Keek!”

did you hit it lightly?

Was careless. I just waved my hand

However, Baekpyo could not withstand the force and was thrown off the bed and rolled over.

“...a paper doll?”

It was just a knock... I think you should be a little more careful next time.

“Hey, wake up.”

At Jinmu’s sighing words, Baekpyo struggled to get up.

Oh, it’s so pathetic.

Jinmu had been watching Baekpyo’s change over the last night.

He did not last more than two examinations of blood sucked from cattle.

It’s not like watching a dead body dry in real-time.

The strong white Pyo’s body changed like cotton that had been drenched in water.

His limbs had become too thin, and his eyes widened terribly.

He was aware of the side effects of the chai technique but didn’t expect it to be this serious.

“Ugh... you... I’m going to kill you.”

“......”

Jinmu took hold of the bed and struggled to get up, looking at Baekpyo with a slightly bewildered expression on his face.

His face was stained with blood as if his head had been broken, and his arm trembled as if he had been hit by Jin-mu’s hand.

Uh hey, Hey. Was it such a shock that he broke his arm and bled to his head?

She felt the need to calm her down a bit.

Jinmu lightly placed his hand on Baekpyo’s forehead.

“What are you doing...!”

Wow!

For a moment, Baekpyo’s head went blank.

All.

Shaman’s spear.

Because it is the energy of Domun, its coolness has the power to dispel morale and magic.

“Ugh......”

After his goal was shaken and returned, the liveliness and madness in Baekpyo’s eyes faded. For a while, he would regain his original character.

“Hey, where are you?”

Baek-Pyo, who has come to his senses, looks around him as if puzzled.

In truth, there was no way that the memories of the time I was immersed in magic were perfect.

“Hey, let me ask you one thing.”

“......”

At Jinmu’s words, Baekpyo still had his head down.

He grimaced in pain.

Jinmu, who was annoyed after not speaking for a long time, thought about starting with a bit of a blow, but then he shook his head.

He doesn’t get much from beating a crazy guy.

This guy had to be coaxed rather than beaten.

“Who are you?”

“Me? It’s nothing, and tell me how you learned to sneeze.”

“Cicking... the law?”

He doesn’t seem to know exactly the name of the martial arts he is learning.

“Yes. Chaegibeop. The martial arts that suck the energy of others you are learning.”

“.....?!”

White Pyo’s face contorted, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

“How do you do that?”

Baekpyo looked at his hand and made a face full of regret. Tears seemed to flow from one eye.

It would have been He would not have been able to suppress the thirst and desire that had been forcibly found in the past. What you have endured so far has been forgiving.

“I tried to be patient. But I kept getting stronger and stronger...”

it would have been

Looking at his droopy shoulders,

don’t

Chun Woo-Myung, there was no way that stupid bastard could have properly taught the technique of sneezing.

My guy couldn’t memorize it with his head, so didn’t he learn while being beaten? Obviously, the rescue and precautions would not have been given.

So, the lust for carnivorousness that arises only when fraud builds up must have started from the beginning.

oh, you idiot

If you don’t know, teach or not. Destroying someone else’s home and forcing

Did you mean planted a ball? What’s more, you just killed me, giving me pain for what?

However, if you think about it, the cause of all incidents may be the candle of fire.

Because of the efforts of Chun Woo-myeong, he would have been able to discover the fireweed, and because of that, wouldn’t he have returned to the body of Jinmu?

Is this the reincarnation in Buddhism? Is the relationship from a previous life continuing?

No, but that’s why you’re not like that, is it? But somehow, I keep feeling guilty.

If I didn’t know, I would have ignored it, but after I found out, my heart became heavier.

Damn, if you learn to do good work, your personality will change too? Lately, I’ve been getting more and more emotional.

Jinmu sighed and asked.

“Why didn’t you die?”

“Why? Well. It seems that he didn’t want to die even though he had mastered this damn martial art.”

Baekpyo let out a self-helpful laugh.

It was just a random question. It was never meant to be a cry, but Baekpyo began to weep like chicken dung.

Perhaps the fragments of memories jumbled up as they came to their senses were being put together in the order in their minds as they talked about the past.

Slowly the memories will come back. He must have remembered the faces of the people he had killed, one by one.

“Ah, to be able to live. To live, to satisfy my lust... How can I see my ancestors?”

“Hey, hey. That’s enough to make me cry.”

“I’m sorry.”

After wiping away his tears, Baek Pyo knelt down in front of Jin Mu.

“I don’t know who you are, but thank you for bringing me to my senses.”

“It’s better than that. Now, take this for granted. My sins.”

Jinmu looked at Baekpyo with his long neck pulled out. Damn it, What should I do?

Jinmu pondered for a moment.

She became a watershed and killed unrelated people, but the cause was Chun Yu-myeong.

And doesn’t he have some cause too?

Yes. Let’s help. Isn’t the snatching technique a bad martial art?

Other than that, it was the best martial art to build a foundation for.

And it was passed down by chance, but if you look at it, it’s not like an alumnus who learned the same martial arts.

Jinmu sighed and drew her sword.

surreung.

A pure white sword appeared,

Zurich!

Jinmu’s sword swung rapidly.

Pit! Pippy Pitt!

The blood that gushed out from the rulers engraved on the twelve blood vessels wet the floor.

“...!”

But the white one was fine.

He looked at Jinmu with a puzzled expression.

His eyes were asking.

Why doesn’t he kill himself, and what is the blood force of the twelve places where he cuts the scabbard?

“I said. Side effects you can get rid of.”

“....Ah!”

“Your blood is just a place where morale gathers. And.”

Jinmu put his sword back and walked over to Baekpyo.

Tuk.

His head, his hands placed on the white blood.

“From now on, I’m going to get rid of the fraud in my body. Good luck.”

“...!”

It was a series of surprises.

Baek-pyo thought that Jin-mu would kill him. However, it is not enough to save a life, so does it eliminate the side effects?

At the moment of admiration, a tremendous amount of internal strength penetrated into the body through the hundred rounds.

‘Ah!’

successive admiration.

“Don’t think useless thoughts and do great things that lead you. If you do it wrong, you really die.”

“Yes!”

Baekpyo relaxed his kneeling posture and sat down.