Chapter 323

Episode 323 Whii

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A dusty wind blows across the cliff where the wind blows.

flutter.

A flag tied to a rusty iron bar fixed at the top of the cliff fluttered, revealing the words and patterns written on it.

A letter written in blood-red ink on the sun and moon patterns that have faded from exposure to rain and wind and scorching sunlight.

Demon.

It fluttered in the wind and shook off yellowish dust, creating an insidious atmosphere as if blood would drip at any moment.

flag, not one.

The flags planted in each spot where the wind passed by were fluttering at the same time at a distance of about 200 pieces.

Anyone living on the border between Xinjiang and Qinghai knew the meaning of the flag.

The land of Xinjiang Maqiao.

The place where one can enter but cannot return has always existed in people’s minds as an unknown world.

They were a symbol of fear and cruelty, sometimes crossing over to the Blue Sea to kill people and washing the world with blood to conquer the Central Plains.

The heavenly mandate of the current leader, Bukri Docheon, who is regarded as one of the strongest figures in the history of the Demonic Cult.

Come over if you are confident. But you won’t be able to go back.

He stood firm on his word, and the story of those who crossed the boundary returning alive did not exist even in worldly rumors.

There were only flags on the borderline unprotected by high fortresses and thousands of uninhabited people, but they were stronger and higher than any other barriers.

Xinjiang was only the territory of the Demonic Cult.

* * *

Dripping, drooling.

A wagon that traverses the rough road, stepping on the uneven wasteland floor.

Five people of different ages and genders walk while looking around with anxious eyes.

A man in his mid-40s holding the reins, a young boy pushing a wagon, and a woman holding a baby in her arms and a six or seven-year-old child holding tight to the hem of her skirt.

They, who seemed to be a family, were crossing the flag of Xinjiang.

One of the few passageways connecting Xinjiang and Qinghai, the road was called the narrow passage of no return.

cack cack.

The sight of crows sitting in groups on a cliff in a place where no one was there, each making a sound and rolling their black eyes, was so frightening that it gave me goosebumps.

“Ah uncle. Would it be okay?”

The boy pushing the wagon asked with a look full of anxiety.

Woo Dung, a man in his mid-40s called father, looked no different, but answered with a firm voice, perhaps because of the weight of the head of the household.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s been a while since I crossed the flag, but nothing happened.”

“But...”

“It’s okay. The narrow passage will end soon, so you should be safe.”

Despite the honorable pat, the anxiety on the boy’s face could not be erased.

A road that no one has ever been to in the realm of the Demonic Cult.

I don’t even know if people live there or not.

“Wherever will be better than where we used to live.”

“...”

Woodeung said soothely, and the young man sighed and nodded.

Because the peaceful land they lived in had already disappeared and there was nowhere to return to.

rattle.

It was near the end of the narrow passage.

“woah!”

As Woodeung stopped his horse, the boy pushing the carriage looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“father.”

“...It seems the carriage can’t go any more.”

At the end of the narrow passage they were looking at, there was a road, but it was not smooth enough for a wagon to pass through. Unlike the dirt floor up until now, stones large and small were scattered all over the road.

“What?”

“Um...”

Woodeung frowned at his son’s question.

It wasn’t far.

Now, beyond the hill, it was Xinjiang.

It was impossible to wait idly in a situation where you don’t know when the fearsome warriors of the Demonic Cult will appear.

“For now, let’s share it on our backs.”

“yes.”

“I’ll take it too.”

As I was unpacking the luggage on the wagon, a woman approached and tried to help with one load. It was the man’s wife.

“no. It is enough for you to take care of the children.”

Woo-deung shook his head and gently bit his wife Hyang-ran’s hand on the luggage.

“Father then I will take it.”

“....”

A six or seven-year-old child holding her mother’s hand reached out and grabbed a load the size of her body.

When the situation was like this, he was so cute that he knelt down with his eyes wide open and a smile.

“Sanya.”

“yes?”

“I’ll let my father and brother bear the burden. The rest of the load can be put on the horse. So you protect your mother and your brother.”

“Mom?”

“okay. Now that you are all grown up, can you do it?”

After thinking for a while, the child answers with a bright smile.

“yes!”

“Then, shall we go and pick the hairs of those who do nothing and take a nap?”

A Demonic Cultist who pictured the death of an honor family in his head turned around and walked, but another person appeared in front of him.

“huh? What else is this? This time... Are you a Moorim? Are these really crazy?”

The forehead of the Demonic Cultist was deeply frowned.

A man of roughly the age of about 20 years old, with tousled hair and a body wrapped in a black blood-thirsty robe.

The way he trudges along with his sword loosely slung over his shoulder is so natural that there is no sense of separation at all.

Wait a minute, but since when have you been walking?

Aside from the excellent family, I didn’t feel that someone was following me?

The Demonic Cultist tilted his head and shouted nervously at the approaching man.

“Hey you! at there!”

“...”

The man approaching at the words of the Demonic Cultist stopped walking and met his eyes.

something with a puzzled expression.

“What are you? Haven’t you met anyone since you came?”

“...”

The man tilted his head at the Demonic Cultist’s question.

“Isn’t this bastard going to have to answer if someone asks?”

The man smiled and opened his mouth at the Demonic Cultist’s irritated prompting.

“Were you human?”

“...what?”

“Considering the things I ate... I thought they weren’t human. Doesn’t his voice whimper like a eunuch’s, and his body is quite famished... Why don’t the Demonic Cult bastards give you food because they’re not good enough?”

“...”

At that moment, the Demonic Cultist lost his words and put on a blank expression.

What is this strange snouting guy?

The name of the Demonic Cultist is Choo Seong-gyun.

He was a warrior belonging to the Demonic Cult Six Dongcheon and was the head of the gateway guarding the border between Qinghai and Kunlun.

He had been guarding the canyon for ten years.

There weren’t many, but there were people who sometimes crossed the gate.

When was the last visitor? It seems like it was several years ago...

Anyway, as he remembers, there are only two fates for those who fearlessly crossed the realm of the Demonic Cult.

Either die praying for help, or fight and die.

But what about this guy?

“What are you doing, you bastard? Get out of the way and don’t stop.”

“...”

The madman is getting more and more spectacle.

Entering the land of the Demonic Cult, I had never seen such a confident guy.

You talk like you’re going home.

At some point, a cruel smile appeared on Choo Seong-kyun’s lips, who had been lost in his spirit at the very novel reaction.

“Split? Are you kidding me?”

In response, the man raises both eyebrows and widens his eyes.

“Haa star...”

Choo Seong-gyun shook his head.

Yes, I was fooled by the novelty and hesitated for a while. I’ll just have my subordinates kill them. Bug-like things that just bother me.

“Guys! Get rid of this first...”

Choo Seong-gyun turned his head and tried to give orders to his subordinates, but witnessed a bizarre scene.

“How dare these fucking things get in the way?”

“You are weak.”

“Ah, these bastards don’t even have money.”

A handsome young man swearing and licking a bloody dagger with his tongue.

“Opening?”

Choo Seong-gyun could not hide his wonder.

A beggar aside from the other two? And when the hell did you not even feel... behind you?

Choo Seong-gyun put on a blank expression again in an unfamiliar situation, but the man who had been brushing his nose without hesitation passed by him and said annoyedly,

“I told you to change your clothes like that. Because of you, your identity is quickly found out.”

“Ha, but these clothes are open...”

“Is it Sat? Are you okay?”

As the man clenched his fists and lifted them up, Gakchul took off the dead Demon Cultist’s clothes and put them on with lightning speed.

“What are you guys...”

Choo Seong-gyun asked, and Jinmu, the man in the company, fell into trouble for a moment.

Well, how would you know my face, guarding the gateway?

My real name is a bit different... Yes, the pseudonym I used in Cheonwoongbang before.

“me? Mujin.”

“Mujin?”

“Should I say he is the person who will become the master of this Demonic Cult from now on?”

“....”

At those words, Choo Seong-gyun’s eyes, who were staring blankly at Jin-mu, were young.

“Such a madman!”

Break up!

At the same time, Choo Seong-gyun roughly stretched out his fist filled with strong demonic energy.

It’s awkward to deal with this. I don’t even need to use a black one.

Jinmu let out a small sigh and waved his hand lightly, as if to ward off flies.