Episode 120. Caesarean Section (1)
“Yes? What do you mean?”
“That’s what I said when I saw you just took a step back.”
“yes?”
Only then did the painter realize that he had taken a step back and put on a puzzled expression.
‘Why did I withdraw?’
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. More than that, didn’t Bunnie teach me my secret technique?”
“Ah yes. It has been passed on.”
“Then I guess I can pull out this amount of sickness on my own.”
“If you’re sick… who are you talking about?”
The painter was strangely distracted from the moment half-gal intervened.
“Who is it? It’s an escort. If I’ve mastered my secret technique enough to face the spirits of the three idiots… I should be able to get rid of them. Oh, you’re a member of the council, so you can’t kill people, right?”
“Dealing with enemies has nothing to do with medicine.”
“Then, leave the fishing job to the three idiots and Ok-ju in the back, and choose the Hwa-tae, no, the one who is sick.”
“All right.”
When the painter nodded, Vangal looked at Okju and the three disciples.
“What are you doing, I have to go and catch some fish. If there are any fish that try to escape the net, put them on a harpoon and catch them.”
“Your master.”
The four hurriedly jumped over the fence and disappeared.
“If the sick tooth doesn’t fall out well, I might be able to help, so hurry up and take the lead.”
“Ah yes.”
The fireman was reassured as if he had won thousands of troops and horses when Bangal followed him.
* * *
Startled.
Joong-geon, who was sitting in the shade of a tree and yawning profusely, was surprised by the sudden feeling of great spirit.
‘what? Was there a master at the painter’s shop who could radiate this kind of energy?’
The spirit that I felt for a moment disappeared in an instant, but the tranquility of the heavy gun was now broken.
Joong-geon looked inside the painter’s closet with curious eyes.
I wanted to go immediately and check who made me nervous, but I couldn’t.
“The old man who came yesterday looked unusual… is that him?”
Joong-geon first thought of Bangal.
“He had a group of disciples like tigers… It’s most likely that old man.”
Joong-geon heard from the servants here why Ban-gal came to the painter’s shop, so he thought it had nothing to do with him and tried to sit in the shade of the tree again.
At that time, a fireman and a vangal appeared from afar.
Junggeon looked at Bangal and made a slightly strange expression.
“This feels a bit uncomfortable…”
He turned his head slightly and looked at the guest room where Myungil was.
Joong-geon knew that Myeong-il overused moncho early in the morning, just in time for the painter to make rounds.
Excessive use of moncho is the same as saying that Myeong-il began to control the fireman with magic.
What the fireman was doing now could have been executing Myungil’s orders.
Joong-geon raised his voice slightly and called Myeong-il.
“Lord Jang.”
Although the sound was loud enough to be heard in the guest room, no answer was heard.
“Lord Jang.”
Joong-geon called Myeong-il once again and approached the guest room and knocked on the window.
“What’s going on?”
It was only then that I heard a small voice.
“Did you use the magic trick on Dr. Hwa in the morning?”
“Yes. He is now my servant.”
“Already paper? Wouldn’t it take at least a few days?”
“Keuheum, I gave you moncho yesterday, and it looks like you smoked it all night and went to sleep. That’s why it was easy to apply the technique, and I saw a lot of effects.”
“That’s right. All right.”
Joong-geon was a little suspicious, but since the person involved in the magic was so confident, I had no choice but to trust him.
I went back to the shade of the tree and was about to sit down, but the fireman and Bangal approached me.
Sureureung.
Joong-geon made a puzzled expression, but the painter pulled out a sword from his waist.
“Mr. Why are you suddenly pulling out your sword?”
Joong-geon took a step back and put his hand in his arms and grabbed the handle of the dagger.
The long knife he originally had was gone because he had left it with Ok-joo when he entered the painter’s shop. The knife could only be returned to Ok-ju when she left the workshop.
“Are you the executioner of the Taepyeonggyo?”
“yes! What kind of small grain is it?”
“Your father-in-law said so. You are the executioner who came to ambush me.”
“What nonsense…”
Even if something went wrong, it was definitely wrong.
Joong-geon could not finish his words and hurriedly took out his dagger and blocked the fireman’s sword.
Caang.
‘omg!’
Junggeon, who blocked the sword once, was frightened.
It was never a power that a simple member of parliament could have. This sword had the power of a master who had been practicing Nagigong for a very long time.
In fact, Joong-geon was more wary of Ban-gal, who had followed the fireman, than the fireman. How much would a painter who was young and made a family out of medicine have to use a sword? That was Joong-gun’s idea.
Because of this, I was more careful with Bangal…. I changed my mind only after blocking the fireman’s attack.
Kyaack kyaak kak kak kak kak kak kak kak kak kak!
‘Damn it, it’s impossible with a dagger.’
Joong-geon frantically blocked the fireman’s sword and gritted his teeth.
The fireman’s attack is not unusual, but it’s worth trying if you have your own sword. But that was when there was a sword, and now it’s gone, isn’t it? What’s more…
‘If that old man intervenes, he will die unconditionally. I have to run away to see the chance.’
Joong-geon looked at the guest room where Myung-il was, thinking about how to escape.
Just then, Myeong-il opened the window and was watching with an impudent face.
‘what! Come to think of it, I’m under attack, but they don’t help me, and they don’t even call their subordinates. You’re going to kill the dog’s day! ‘
It reminded me of what Myeong-il had said earlier, referring to the fireman as his servant now.
Come to think of it, Myeong-il is the one who coordinates all of this.
‘why?’
He could only think of one reason why he wanted to kill himself.
‘I accidentally cut the knife deeply, but I can’t understand it… You petty bastard!’
He didn’t hate the firefighter who suddenly attacked him, but he hated Myeongil.
“Do you think I’m going to die alone?”
squeak.
Hwabu’s sword cut deep into Joong-geon’s side, but Joong-geon did not attack Hwabu and threw the dagger he was holding at Myeong-il.
“Hup!”
Myeong-il was startled and turned his body to the side, but he was half a beat late and the dagger was lodged in his stomach.
hooked
In the meantime, the fireman’s sword pierced Junggeon’s chest.
“Keuuuuugh…”
“Cool. Goeouk…”
Myungil collapsed, and Joonggeon also knelt down holding onto the sword that had pierced his chest.
“Uh, how… I’m sure I made enough distance to run away…”
Joong-geon looked at the fireman with a disbelieving expression.
As for the fireman’s skill, I had just experienced it, so I thought that if it was a big gap made by cutting my side, I would be able to escape.
But in an instant, the fireman’s body stretched like a tong, and the sword jumped across the space and pierced his chest.
‘There must have been a number hidden. It’s also very scary… Damn it!’
Took.
As if his heart had been pierced, Joong-geon died without breathing a few times.
Heh heh…
The fireman couldn’t even pull out the sword stuck in Jung-geon’s chest and breathed heavily.
‘This is how secret techniques are used in practice!’
The feeling and operation were completely different from when he played a secret technique against the air.
The moment he used the secret technique, more than half of the strength that had been filling his stomach drained away. And thanks to that, I was able to stop the opponent’s breath.
“Heh heh… I’ve heard that Boon has great talent, but I didn’t expect it to be this much. If it weren’t for a member of the law school who truly transcends sexual integrity, I’d like to have him as my disciple.”
At that moment, Vangal’s exclamation was heard from the side.
The fireman heard Vangal’s voice before pulling out the sword stuck in Junggeon’s chest.
“I didn’t know it was this scary when Boon hyung taught me how to draw… It’s amazing when I use it in real combat.”
“Yeah what! Could it be that this is the first time you’ve ever used a secret technique in real combat?”
Vangal’s eyes widened to the size of a lantern.
“Yes, I am not a samurai, but I am a member of the council.
“That’s right. Come to think of it, it hasn’t been long since I allowed you to teach me the secret technique. Heh heh heh heh…”
Van Gal smiled dejectedly with an expression of disbelief.
* * *
‘This kind of thing is called the plan of murder in noble words.’
widely.
After seeing Joong-geon die by the fireman’s sword, Myeong-il closed the window and unfastened the guard he had been wearing on his stomach with a ten-year-old expression.
Joong-geon has been a subordinate who has been supporting him for almost ten years, but he deserves to die for his mistake a few days ago.
Myeong-il walked to the bed and lay down, thinking of the painter this time.
wink.
The moment I remembered it, a smile was drawn on my lips.
‘The savior of my life, and at the same time the guide of my soul who led me to escape from the master’s spell.’
The more Myeong-il thought of the painter, the more he felt grateful and even reverent.
aww
On the contrary, when I thought of the religious leader, my teeth gnashed.
‘He’s the culprit who killed my family, but he’s been cheating on me all this while, pretending to help me avenge him by putting the blame on Ten Sangshi.’
The fireman told me that the priest was the culprit.
Why did the assassins come and attack him, not the official army, when he appealed to the emperor?
The fireman gave the answer to this question.
The fact that religious leaders cannot mobilize government troops, but religious leaders can mobilize any number of executors.
Up until now, he had been deceived by the master’s clever trick, and the painter made him realize the lie.
‘Chief, not Zhang Gu, not my enemy! Your great world will be destroyed because of me.’
“Keugh!”
Myeong-il squeezed his chest.
As the anger rose, the pain in his chest increased.
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa…..
Myeong-il calmed down his anger by breathing into his lower abdomen, not his chest, as the fireman had taught him.
“Calm down, calm down. Revenge is not done with blood, but with cool thoughts.”
Myeong-il thought about how to help the fireman and kill his enemy Jang Gak and his younger brothers as the pain in his chest gradually decreased with breathing.
‘First, I have to make the disciples of Yeju my own, not the enemy’s. Then…’
Myeong-il began to make a plan, clearly deciding what to do next.
In fact, it came to mind because the painter had imprinted on his subconscious what to do in the future, but Myeong-il was not aware of it and regarded it as a plan that came out of his head.
* * *
There were 8 people wandering around the painter’s shop to escort Myeong-il in the dark, 5 of whom died while resisting to the end, and 3 were subdued by Woo-geum and Woo-eun.
The fireman treated the three subdued people and allowed them to stay with Myeongil for a few days.
They were called No. 3, No. 7, No. 8, respectively, forgetting their names. Together with Myeong-Il, they were hypnotized by a painter, and in the meantime, they were able to remember the names of Seok-Jin Lee-Su and Jang-Il.
While with the three escorts, Myeong-il learned hypnosis treatment from a fireman, and he realized that this hypnotic treatment was a way to destroy the wicked sorcery that the religious master had placed on the disciples.
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