Episode 1602. I can’t even laugh. (7)
Jejeok.
“⋯⋯.”
The heavily downturned eyelids flutter.
My eyelids opened with difficulty, as if I was trying to force open my eyes that had not been able to open. Then, black eyes whose depth and end were difficult to guess appeared.
The golden bell in front of him was reflected in his eyes.
The gold bell was split long and cracked.
“Om Mani⋯⋯.”
My voice came out trembling.
“Banme… hum.”
The voice that seems to break up barely manages to complete the six-character mantra. His young hands carefully traced the cracked diamond bell.
“⋯⋯Pope.”
The boy Daleurama raised his head. The face of the Golden Buddha looking down at him was stained with indescribable sadness.
Daleurama, who had been staring at the Buddha statue for a long time, closed his eyes again.
“It is unavoidable.”
Bansen Lama looked at Daleurama’s back with a hardened complexion.
Sometimes Daleurama repeats unintelligible words to herself. This is what happens when the imperfect people of the world translate words full of incomprehensible incomprehensibility into the words of a crude person.
“People cannot escape pain because it cannot be avoided.”
These are words addressed to Bansen Lama, not addressed to Bansen Lama.
“But it’s just…”
Daleurama opened her eyes again and a tear flowed down her cheek.
“I hope the pain isn’t too deep.”
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⋯⋯It’s terrible. Would that be enough to explain this scene?
Hu Jiaming has been through countless battlefields, seen countless deaths, and seen the infinite misery that permeated them.
Rather, that’s why I couldn’t understand it at first.
A sight like this led his owner, Jang Il-so, all the way to this far away place. But on the other hand, I could understand it.
The scene before my eyes was truly horrendous and bizarre.
All you can see is a rather large puddle. To be exact, the land is about 20 square meters in diameter, stained dark red compared to the yellow-orange surrounding land.
No traces of people remain. Only the occasional pieces of clothing or scattered pieces of flesh can lead us to guess that there were many people here.
Hu Jiaming suddenly felt like his throat was burning.
‘How…’
Even if I swallow dry saliva, nothing changes. It felt like a thorn was digging into my neck and continuously scratching me sharply.
‘How could this…’
The inside of my mouth feels rough, as if even my tongue has turned into a lump of sand.
Even if the mane was torn to pieces and lost its original form, the hem of the clothes with Honggyeon’s unique pattern on it spoke volumes.
was here It was definitely here.
I can’t believe it, but clearly the Honggyeon they sent was here. The special team that squeezed and twisted that chord to make it hell.
How on earth could that detachment suffer like this?
how?
No, in fact, it doesn’t even fit to say that I was harmed.
In order to use the word “defeated,” there must be at least some trace of defeat after a clash and fierce fight. No matter how one-sided it may be, such words can be used when there is at least resistance.
But there is no trace of that at all here.
Among the words that come and go in my head countless times, the one that can at least vaguely describe this scene is ‘evaporation.’ That was it.
It literally disappeared. The elites that he and Jang Il-so put a lot of effort into raising.
Who in the world would make something like this possible?
Even if that Shaolin had dealt with them with all his might, it wouldn’t have been like this. Perhaps, even if the entire group of people from all over the world attacked, it would be impossible.
It would be possible to surround them, corner them, and kill them. That’s not difficult, just with the power of the Ten Thousand Gangs, not necessarily the nine factions.
However, to kill an elite warrior without even a trace of resistance… cannot be considered human power.
So this scene is small but overwhelming.
Standing in front of Hu Jiamyeong, Jang Ilso was silent for a long time.
The one who defeated Shaolin and ended the reign of Gupailbang.
A defeated army that boasts a presence that no one in the world can dare to compare, literally making fun of the world by holding it in the palm of its hand.
His shoulders were shaking slightly. Jang Il-so’s shoulder is not anyone else’s.
“Ryeonju…”
“Ha…”
A laugh came out of my mouth, which had been silent the whole time.
Although Ho Ji-myeong was only looking at Jang Il-so’s back, he was still able to guess his expression.
The laughter that came out for a moment did not become laughter and was scattered empty. The voice, neither laughing nor crying, just became blurred.
Soon, Jang Il-so muttered in a dry voice.
“…I can’t even laugh.”
His hands hanging down his sleeves were shaking so clearly that even Hu Jiaming could see them.
Hu Jiaming could not bear to ridicule or encourage Jang Ilso.
People see as much as they know.
The more one understands the greatness of God, the more he or she worships God. The better you understand this scene, the more you will be crushed by this gigantic force.
This suffocating fear that Hu Ji-myeong was feeling would be nothing in the face of the enormous pressure that Jang Il-so was feeling.
“Could it be a devil? No… “I’d rather say God.”
The unfinished laughter turned into a moan and flowed out.
“⋯⋯It’s a bad joke.”
I can’t feel the composure or characteristic laughter that was always buried in Jang Il-so’s voice.
Now, he has gone beyond that and deserves to be called the Great Master of the Sado. By now, he should be intoxicated with endless joy based on his accomplishments.
But the great man is not here. He was just a human being who realized the limitations he could not escape and despaired.
“⋯⋯Who is it? “Who discovered this place?”
When Jang Il-so asked, the people who were shaking and unable to come closer started taking steady steps.
“Tell me.”
“We are the ones who came along to take care of the horses.”
“word?”
“yes! “I’m going to change horses…”
Jang Il-so’s eyes sank.
“Just the main point.”
The person who was frightened by those creepy eyes quickly nodded. And I started talking rapidly without even knowing what I was saying.
“When we arrived here late… it was already like this. “We almost passed by without feeling anything special…”
Their eyes turned to one side as if making excuses. There was a person sitting there, staring into space like an idiot.
Jang Il-so clenched his fists without realizing it.
Because the attire of the person who had let go of that soul was all too familiar.
“That guy…”
“Bring it.”
“yes?”
On behalf of those who were confused and didn’t know what to do, Hu Ga-myeong himself moved. Honggyeon, who had lost his mind, was dragged away. It was a cruel touch, but Honggyeon showed no reaction. It felt as if my soul had been burned white.
dump.
Honggyeon collapsed in front of him. Jang Il-so, who was looking down at this, bent down and met his gaze.
“Look at me.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Look at me.”
The opened eyes became slightly clearer.
“What happened?”
The eyes, which had been blurry and unfocused, gradually moved dizzyingly as if trying to bring something back to life.
“Muk…”
“what?”
“I’m dead… “Everyone is dead…”
“⋯⋯.”
“die. Everyone dies. Everyone dies. Everyone will die. all! Die. die. Die. We’re all going to die! Daaaaaaa!”
Honggyeon rolled his eyes and had a seizure. He was shaking with both hands like a drowning person and screaming at the top of his lungs. Then, he finally grabbed his neck and convulsed.
“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Grumble! “Off…”
He foamed at the mouth, closed his eyes, and scratched his face and neck violently, as if tearing them off. His face was quickly covered with wounds and covered in blood.
Jang Il-so watched the scene without saying a word.
“Kruk.”
In the end, the person who fainted became limp. A heavy silence came. Hu Jiaming’s hands were damp with cold sweat.
Jang Il-so said as he stared at Hong Gyeon, who was occasionally twitching and convulsing even though he was unconscious.
“Are you and Izawa the only ones who saw this place?”
“That’s right…”
Pahaaaat!
Before the answer was even finished, the two people’s heads and Honggyeon’s head, which was convulsing as it fell, exploded.
Ho Ga-myeong was startled and bit his lip.
If you think about it, this is natural. This shouldn’t be known. No one should know this.
Because the fear of something you can’t deal with destroys everything.
Jang Il-so, who was staring in silence at the three bleeding bodies and the dark red puddle, finally burst out laughing.
“You saved my life.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Just as a person stepping on a swarm of ants does not bother to chase down and kill an ant that strays to the side.”
Although it was nothing more than a listless laugh.
“It’s a mirage…”
Jang Il-so chuckled.
“No matter how hard I try… the result is already decided? “What I get is something I can’t have or keep anyway?”
There was terrible hatred, anger, and great despair in his voice.
Jang Il-so chewed his red lips.
A force that cannot be resisted. A gigantic being that you can’t even think of fighting against. This is a ‘disaster’. It’s not something people can do.
In front of him, the intimidation caused by people is nothing more than a joke.
At this moment, the person who felt that fact the most was Jang Il-so.
“Ha… ha ha ha.”
The suppressed laughter leaked out.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahaha!”
A burst of light. However, the feeling was quite different from the laughter he usually gave.
“⋯⋯Let’s go back, pseudonym.”
“Yes…”
Jang Il-so turned around, firing his red long gun.
The vast world unfolds before his eyes.
The world that seemed so vivid just a moment ago now feels vain and dangerous, like a mirage that seems ready to go out at any moment.
‘⋯⋯Don’t be funny.’
Jang Il-so’s eyes were bright blue.
‘If it’s going to disappear anyway… I’d rather destroy it with my own hands. That’s mine… No, it is man’s last pride.’
Jang Il-so took a heavy step forward.
Engraving footprints on the ground that will disappear at any moment.
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Let’s go.
Sigh.
White feet without shoes stepped slowly on the short-growing bushes.
A step that is never fast. There is no sign of rushing at all.
The face, half-covered by the tattered blood-covered clothes, had not yet fully grown. However, the eyes were empty, as if they contained nothing.
Sigh.
A foot steps forward.
The person who woke up without knowing exactly where he was going simply walked according to his instincts.
But you will find it eventually.
If you walk and walk, you will find out. When the moment comes when he reaches where he needs to be.
Sigh.
The person who was taking steps as if in penance slowly turned his gaze somewhere else.
A large mountain range that touches the southern sky. And at the center is a tall peak full of rocks.
Although it was too far away to be seen with the human eye, the man saw it all clearly, as if he could grasp it with his hand. With two empty eyes.
He stared at the mountain in silence and then looked away again as if he had lost interest.
I remember it.
Even though he had never heard of it or learned it, the man knew what he had just seen.
“Volcano… mountain…”
He uttered those short words like a song and continued walking again.
One step. One step.
A walk that seems like it will never end, but will soon end like a lie.
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