Chapter 458

Episode 458

The interior of Daejeon, where poison has disappeared, is miserable.

It wasn’t because the roof of the huge Taehwajeon was disfigured.

Conflicts that died from Dang Se-ryeong’s memorization Those who are poisoned and wandering between death and death Ministers muttering to themselves out of desperation.

Despite the horrors reminiscent of a catastrophe, Dang Se-ryeong and Danga calmly gathered the poisoned in one place and began to take measures to prevent the poison from spreading.

“What the fuck are you thinking about? don’t you move fast? That way, no, that way!”

“...”

In this case, it seems that crazy is better.

Even Jinmu was still embarrassed, but Dang Se-ryeong quickly classified patients by condition with unstoppable leadership.

Jinmu, who took his gaze away from her, stared blankly at Hwangshin and carefully caressed her.

“God of Heaven...”

“Don’t talk.”

Jinmu shook his head heavily.

Hwangshin’s poisoning symptoms were more serious than anyone else’s.

It was because he was closest to the gwibi right before the smoke broke out.

“....”

Jinmu looked down at Hwangsin in his arms with mixed eyes and thought for a moment before pulling out the awl he was holding.

And immediately he cut his palm.

Fit!

Drip drip...

Red blood dripping down the floor.

“For now, it might be helpful.”

“...!”

Jinmu put his hand on Hwangshin’s mouth and spilled his own blood.

It may or may not help.

It was enough to slow down the rate of addiction.

As the poisonous smoke was neutralized, it was clear that Danga had succeeded in making an antidote.

It seems that the amount was not enough because it came in a hurry, but if there is a recipe, it will be possible to make it again soon, so you just have to hold out until then.

“Chunju...”

“I’m sorry. My pride could have killed you.”

“...you can even apologize...”

“...”

Hwangshin faintly smiled at the heavy self-reproach.

Jinmu had a bitter smile on his face.

It was fortunate anyway.

Perhaps his own blood had some effect, but the Hwangshin’s face became much more comfortable.

“Lie down for a while.”

Jinmu picked up the Hwangshin’s blood transfusion, put it down on the floor, and looked around to find something that could be used as a blood receiver.

“...Hmm, this should be enough.”

spam.

Jinmu found a concave tray and cut his forearm deeply without hesitation.

shiver.

Red blood filled the tray in an instant.

“crazy! What are you doing!”

Dang Se-ryeong, who came to calm the situation and treat Hwangshin in earnest, exclaimed nervously when he saw the blood filling the circular tray.

“There was an effect on the emperor.”

“what?”

“It is my blood that has reached the point of infertility. It will help you until you can brew an antidote again.”

“...!”

Dang Se-ryeong widened her eyes.

It’s called infertility?

It is said that if you eat seolsam (雪蔘) and take the inner hem of Hwari (fire鯉) in the cold, you will develop resistance to heat.

So if you’re not poisonous, it’ll be more than helpful.

Although it would not be a complete antidote, it would give the poisoned immunity for a while, so those who were poisoned would survive right away.

But...

“Stupid bastard! No matter how much, what are you going to do if you spill this much!”

“....”

“Then you die, you asshole!”

Dang Se-ryeong put aside the tray of blood and hurriedly applied pressure to Jinmu’s wound.

Damn you. Even if you cut it, you have to cut it moderately. What if you cut enough to show the muscles?

She poured hemostatic powder on Jinmu’s wound while swearing nonstop inwardly, tore off part of the amhwangbipo and tied her palms together.

“You’re a dark emperor...”

“You’re noisy, you son of a bitch! Shut up and stay still.”

“....”

What’s the use of a family treasure?

The guy who scored with Jeong-in was injured.

After stopping the bleeding of the wound, Dang Se-ryeong approached Mandokjeonju holding a tray containing Jinmu’s blood.

At her short explanation, the faces of the Tang family brightened up.

It was at this point that the antidote was exhausted.

If Jinmu’s blood had resistance to poison, he could buy time to make an antidote.

Thanks to her and Danga, who have been busy for a while, Daejeon has gradually regained stability.

“Phew... now I can catch my breath. how is it? Are you okay?”

I felt fear in the murderous eyes and the strong sense of intimidation that spread out.

The fury of a monster called the strongest of all time.

His roar began.

It was only natural that the ground would shake and the sky would shake at each step.

“Seryeong.”

“uh? uh?”

Dang Se-ryeong responded to Jinmu’s call with a surprised expression.

“Make sure to save the emperor.”

“...Ah Okay.”

Under the pressure of the momentum, she almost answered politely, but nodded slightly.

“Jijinmu Dojo.”

“...”

The Young King approached cautiously.

Jinmu’s momentum was so brutal that he couldn’t get close.

“If you need blood, I’ll help you by moving the coffin.”

“coffin?”

At Yeongwang’s words, Jinmu smiled and showed his fangs.

“I do not need.”

“....”

“You are good at taking care of yourself. In your seat... centered on the crown prince. From now on, it is Moorim’s domain, no, it is my domain.”

Seeing Jinmu’s bleak smile in his eyes, King Young hurriedly drew in his breath.

His words become a threat and are embedded in his brain.

centered on the fetus.

at your own place.

“I’ll see you later.”

Jinmu sighed coldly and left Daejeon.

Chun Woo-myeong and Neung Seo-hyeon, who had a higher level than the others and were not poisoned, followed.

Those in Daejeon couldn’t take their eyes off it until the back figure completely disappeared.

* * *

A mining town in Wanpyeong-hyeon, northwest of Suncheon-bu.

Most of the people who lived in the villages that developed along the foot of the mountain were people and their families who lived in nearby mines.

When night falls in Wanpyeong after the hard working hours, the lights on Juru Street located at the bottom of the village are lit up.

It was the same as always when those who soothe the fatigue of the day with a glass of alcohol became drunken chatters or danced to the melodies of old musicians.

Speaking of Juru Street, there were only a few Juru Streets, so all the shops were full of customers every night.

Among them, Mi-hyang, who runs a store called Aehyangru, was preparing for the evening business as usual.

“Why are there no guests today?”

“Iknow, right.”

At Mi-hyang’s words, Chun-aeng, a courtesan who had been with her for a long time, answered with a snort and then stood up with a slight frown on her brow.

“Where are you going?”

“Go see Sophie, go see Sophie!”

“Then stop by the butcher on the way and get some meat. It’s not enough.”

“Oh, prepare for that in advance. all right.”

“Such a damn bitch.”

When Chun-Aeng got nervous and went outside, Mi-Hyang spat out abusive language.

But how can that be true?

Chun-Aeng, who has been with Mi-Hyang for a long time, sticks out her tongue and goes outside at the habit of spitting out meaningless curse words.

Left alone, Mi-hyang wiped the table with a dishcloth and waited for guests to arrive.

However, no one came to the store until after an hour had passed.

Chun-Aeng, who should have come a long time ago, has not returned.

What’s more, the surroundings were quiet and desolate, as strange as it was today.

To the point where you can’t even hear the grass bugs that you should hear at night.

jump.

The door finally opened.

From the heavy footsteps, it was clear that it was one of the miners.

Apparently, today’s work took quite a long time.

It was natural that the drinking party would be longer because he would have done more work than usual.

Hurry up.

There will be guests arriving soon.

“Welcome...”

Mi-hyang’s face hardened as she was about to welcome the guest.

A man with a familiar face came through the door and sat at a table in the center of the bar.

“What are you so surprised about?”

“...yes?”

“Grab a bottle of wine and come sit down.”

“....”

“Why not like you? If you show off like that, your disguised identity is meaningless at best.”

Mi-hyang did not answer and stood stiff.

“It took me ten days to find you.”

“....”

“It’s nice to see you again, isn’t it, Hwayang-ah?”

A man who came alone and smiled at Mi-hyang.

He was none other than Jinmu.