Episode 436
“Who are you?”
“Oh, I’m not here right now. In exchange for being my messenger, I promised to postpone this guy’s death for a while. They say I am Prince Wonwon of Bloodseon. “We were together in the past when they attacked the Murim Alliance.”
Blood mission!
Jin Cheonhee opened his eyes wide.
“…As expected, you were behind this war.”
“Oh… you’re not surprised? I expected my body to freeze for at least a few seconds. A person who truly disrupts the spirit of heaven. “Not many people give us this kind of shame.”
A voice that resembles a snake hissing.
It felt like I was squeezing my vocal cords to perform the act of speaking.
A man named Wonwongun said.
“Believe it or not, we did not directly start this war. Of course… I did provide some help to the Khan of the Sukshin tribe. But wasn’t it their choice to accept it? To begin with, these are people whose virtue is hunting and plundering. Even if it wasn’t for our blood mission, the war would have happened anyway.”
“It’s a play on words. “It looks like he doesn’t even have faith in the alliance.”
“Kkkkkkkk. okay. No matter what you say, there’s no way the Seed of Antipathy will listen to you. I like it too. “If you come to this situation and see that you don’t go crazy.”
“….”
Jin Cheonhee pressed the corners of her tired eyes.
“So why are you sending this message?”
“You’re calm, you’re upright as expected… Ah… after all, a soul that has maintained its virginity for over half a century is so beautiful.”
개새끼인가.
Are you making fun of the original solo that has continued since your past life?
“…If I don’t have any business, I’ll leave.”
I have no intention of getting caught up in these guys.
Wonwon-gun hurriedly spoke to Jin Cheon-hee, who was about to hang up and leave.
“Wait just a moment! First of all… I have come to inform you that our Blood Mission has officially resumed action. “You are someone who can be called the archenemy of our blood mission.”
“….”
Jin Cheon-hee looked at him with a cold expression, as if he would listen to whatever bullshit he was going to say for now.
“Cheongi reverse cheongja.”
“…?”
“That’s what we call you. And those wandering bastards… are probably targeting you. What is it like? “Would you like to join hands with us?”
Jin Cheon-hee calmly asked that question.
Speak informally, not politely.
“Then can we stop further evil deeds?”
“What an evil deed… All we do is grant what those who follow us want. Eternal longevity, disease-free longevity, wealth, fame, and eternal youth. “Isn’t that what everyone wants?”
Jin Cheon-hee chuckled at that question.
“They cut open people’s stomachs, gave their intestines to animals, divided the remaining flesh among themselves and ate it, and fired arrows from outside, killing tens of thousands of people. Can we say that this is not an evil deed? “The only thing you can justify yourselves with is if you kill people and reduce carbon emissions hundreds of years from now.”
“…carbon what?”
At that moment, Jin Cheon-hee’s hand grabbed the head of the messenger of Wonwon-gun.
Suddenly,
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes were looking down at him through her flowing hair.
For some reason, Woncheon thought that the snow was like a cross section of an ice cap.
Prince Wonwon grinned.
“Hmm… I’d like to talk to you about why our actions are justifiable… but we won’t have much time anyway… I’ll just say a few things and leave.”
Dudeuk-
“Tell me.”
Jin Cheon-hee gave strength to the hand holding the burn patient and blood missionary ganja in front of him.
It is a very unpleasant feeling to find out that a patient whom you tried your best to treat actually became involved with blood missions.
There was a high probability that all information from the barracks had already been leaked.
‘Fortunately, I don’t know the detailed military information, so I guess no important information was leaked.’
Military confidentiality is maintained in its own way.
Soldiers only know where they are deployed, not the full picture.
That was important.
Wonwon-gun continued.
“The Khan of the Sukshin tribe is old. And he hated his aging body… so he ate our school’s treasure, the blood fruit, to regain his youth. Blood fruit is roughly… It is a fruit that is harvested when a special ceremony is performed with the sacrifice of about a thousand people, and it can maintain one’s youthful appearance for about 5 years. In other words, he brought it to me because he wanted it.”
“I guess they didn’t just bring it to me.”
Du-deuk –
As Jin Cheon-hee tightened his hands, Won-gun quickly spoke.
“Ah, we can’t take any losses either, so when we give up one of our bloods, we are asking for the lives of about 10,000 people. I hope you understand that. Since it’s a monopoly, isn’t it natural that they charge a high price? “The Lord of Baekrin Incinerator, who monopolizes the Baeklin Shindan?”
“Crazy guys.”
Blue eyes filled with contempt.
When Wonwon-gun faced it, he got goosebumps.
‘Is it this much? To face the seeds of anti-corruption head on is…!’
It may be because of the spirit of half a century of virginity.
The ultimate sacrifice and the talent most desired by blood vessels!
“Hahaha crazy! Isn’t that how everything in the world is? Qin Shi Huang also made a huge sacrifice to find the elixir of immortality, but he ended up dying at the hands of those traveling around Heaven!”
This is good information.
Jin Cheon-hee thought so.
Aside from the fire burning in his heart, Wonwon-gun is soft-spoken.
All of the information he gave helped Jin Cheonhee plan what to do next.
“….”
“Or something? Is what we are doing an apostle and what the emperor is doing is just the extent of it? What would you do if Emperor Fung, who is close to you, wanted eternal life and offered to sacrifice tens of thousands of people? Are you going to kill him?”
Jin Cheon-hee did not answer.
No matter what you answer, it is meaningless.
Prince Wonwon was drunk with excitement and stuttered.
“No, no, the story is too new. Khan ate the blood fruit and started this war just because he wanted to become younger. Of course, as I said before, there would have been a war even if we weren’t there. If you are smart, you would know. The khan has grown the tribe so much that the grasslands alone can no longer provide food.”
Plunder and occupation for food supply.
It is a motive for war that is so common that it is difficult to remember it for college entrance exams.
“If it wasn’t Khan, it would have been Khan’s son. “They will make a big plunder this time, occupy the land, and then use the people of the empire as slaves to run the farm.”
“After that?”
“And they will go to war again. There will definitely be enormous damage. Because after five years, the population will increase and Khan will want to become younger again. Time goes by. Even at this moment.”
Human greed has no end.
Prince Wonwon sang a song as if he was humming.
Jin Cheon-hee said.
“What do you want from me?”
“If you want to stop the war, join hands with us. Assassinate the Khan and kill all the nomads! “We protect the peace of the empire by sacrificing the Sukshin tribe, not the people of the empire!”
Ah, why are the devil’s whispers so sweet?
I never thought I’d say something like this to someone who was exhausted from sewing up a patient’s flesh.
“You can… end this war?”
“That’s right. You can do it. We are mere cubs of animals, so we do not know the ways humans speak of. But if it were you! I think you can achieve it. It can save tens or hundreds of thousands of lives. All you have to do is kill that Khan. “How easy is this?”
It was fortunate.
Because I don’t smoke cigarettes.
The herb in the cigarette was so sweet that although it prevented me from feeling the pain in my solar plexus, I might have made a different choice if I had sucked it and met these people.
Some sense of reality comes from pain.
There is something that only a sick person can remember.
It could also be said to be a feeling of pressure or responsibility.
But the more accurate word is… the sense of shame and guilt that will follow a certain choice, and the despair and fear that lie beyond it.
It was an ugly feeling, like mud, but that’s what humans are like.
The young man did not want to wear the crown of thorns.
If you take a different path here.
The guilt over that choice must have been dulled again with the power of the herb.
“…Why me?”
The pain is vivid.
It was not pain coming from the extremities, but from the solar plexus.
It was a heart demon.
However, it is a trace of the human being who is alive.
What used to feel like being pressed with a thumb now feels like being hit with a sharp stone.
If you hit it with a hatchet that is said to have been discovered during the Stone Age, would it be roughly like this?
But this was not a path for someone who escaped from pain.
“Master, you would have chosen better than me.”
Master said that he was following the path of iron.
“He is not a seed of antipathy, but simply a person whose fate was changed through a seed. “The seed of anti-corruption itself is no better.”
“And there’s one more thing. “If you were a teacher, you would have cut off the patient’s throat the moment a strange voice came out of his or her throat.”
“Kkekekekeut I won’t deny that either. Please tell me the answer, the seed of antipathy. Assassinate Khan. And come on the road with us. “I don’t know whether the way of man is better than the way of the beast, but let me show you.”
“….”
Jin Cheonhee couldn’t answer.
It was clear that now was the most important choice for him.
However, the crossroads of choice were so heavy that it was not a weight that could be carried on one person’s shoulders.
I stood at the corner of hell and looked upward as if praying.
The sky is not visible.
Instead, a man-made tent blocks the sky.
There were drops of blood on the tent.
‘Ah, I couldn’t clean it all in the end.’
Yesterday, a patient was screaming and shaking.
Maybe I was having a nightmare, but the wound was torn open and blood was gushing out like in a third-rate gore movie.
It was Simma.
One of the phenomena that occurs when one’s energy and blood become distorted, war seems to have been difficult for even the strongest person.
The patient eventually died.
There was also a shortage of spare blood.
It was also because he bit his tongue and volunteered without even having time to do anything.
It was like that. Some deaths leave marks.
The young man saw the traces on the road to hell.
If there were clouds in hell, wouldn’t they look like this?
I thought as I looked at the black dot on the ceiling.
There was no need for a devil’s figure or anything like that.
The blood stains of a warrior who couldn’t endure the war and went crazy with madness would be a great image.
And the conversation with Cheon Yi-moon came to mind.
I tried to force myself to keep my head from going crazy, and it seemed that Cheon I-mun was related to the people these people were talking about, Cheon-gi Sun-haeng.
No matter what you chose, it seemed like Cheon Yi-mun would come to kill you next time.
If what the author says is true, they are the ones who even killed Qin Shi Huang, so it would be easier to kill them than that.
The young man made his choice somewhere in the gray corner of the black and white railroad tracks.
