< Episode 40: Cancer Race (1) >
Oakhoe (五岳會) a confidant of Huizhou’s second disciple Jang Neungak.
Among them the severed head of Meng Cheon above the blind man of the second rank Yiak (二岳) fell helplessly to the floor and blood gushed out like a fountain from the cross section of his neck.
-Push!
Wei Meng-cheon always had a calm face but his final facial expression was closer to a scream.
-Tap! Dudeuk!
Mo Gyeong-un’s right hand which had been stained black and grotesquely swollen eventually returned to its original state.
This was the trick of the Yeokhyeolsagong.
It was difficult to maintain it for a long time because it had severe side effects but for a short period of time it made the attack power soar by two or three times.
Mu Jingyun saved this as much as possible and used it at the right moment to cut off Wei Mengchen’s head.
-Sureuk!
A young spirit came down lightly in front of Mokgyeongun.
-It was pretty good but there was still a long way to go.
“I see.”
Mok Gyeong-un also readily acknowledged this.
Even though his other senses were extraordinary the other person was blind and could not see.
He had quite a hard time in pure competition against someone like that.
He originally tried to win the match with only the morale of Hadanjeon and pure herbivorous combat but as it became prolonged he ended up using pear’s ritual and reverse-blooded boatmanship.
So even though he eliminated his target he wasn’t very satisfied.
the other side
‘…That’s fast.’
Although he said that he still had a long way to go Cheongryeong was inwardly amazed at the speed of Mok Gyeong-un’s growth.
Strictly speaking blind Wei Mengchen was a master who was one step above Mo Qingyun.
He is far superior both in terms of strength and experience.
In fact befitting his experience he even showed pressure on Mok Gyeong-un by using Byeoncho at every appropriate moment.
However Mok Gyeong-un was learning by competing.
I was amazed when I saw this.
‘I thought it would be more difficult.’
It was different from what I expected.
Maybe it was because he didn’t have enough time but he even thought that he might not have a chance of winning even if he competed only in the bottom half.
It is a growth rate that is completely inexplicable even from the closest observer.
Meanwhile Mu Qingyun looked at the dead body of Wei Mengchen and opened his mouth.
“Hoo.”
-Why… um?
A strange look appeared in the young man’s eyes as well.
As expected the dead Wei Mengchen’s morale was condensing and gathering.
“What could this be?”
It was Mo Qingyun who was trying to absorb the dead Wei Mengchen’s morale before it dissipated.
However unlike before fraud appeared to be consolidating rather than dispersing.
The young man sighed and smiled.
-This will be my first time seeing you.
“What?”
-The birth of a proper vengeful spirit.
“Ah… is this it?”
-okay.
Mok Gyeong-un was a man who had mastered various magic techniques including six-man necromancy and was able to artificially create a vengeful spirit through fraud.
However this is the first time I have seen something born so naturally.
That means
-It seems like it was quite unfair.
With a fair amount of persistence you won’t become a vengeful spirit.
If morale was so high it meant that resentment had reached its peak.
Soon enough the gathered fraud took on the form of a human being.
The status of a vengeful spirit is determined depending on how strong the obsession and resentment was during life.
-Purrrrr!
As it took shape the broken handle of the bamboo sword began to tremble.
The vengeful spirit that has lost its body uses a medium to stop the soul from leaving this world.
Perhaps that handle is the medium.
-You seem to have quite a bit of resentment.
Cheongnyeong was interested.
Even though it was in the process of taking its proper form if you measure the spiritual power flowing out it appears to be at least a Juryeong (朱靈) or higher.
A revenge spirit that has fully formed like that.
-Wow!
With his white eyes flashing Wei Mengchen glared at Mu Qingyun.
-I feel sorry for you. I feel resentful. I wanted to follow Him and achieve great deeds and open my eyes but I died like this and became a ghost.
A voice full of resentment.
Wei Mengchen did not take his eyes off Mu Qingyun.
-When you die you will be able to see the face of your enemy like this. I curse you. I will follow you until the end and torment you until you die…
Wei Mengchen who was speaking stopped midway.
Something is strange.
Since he was a vengeful spirit by nature he was aware of the fact that he had died.
Therefore I naturally understood the logic of boundaries.
But what makes Mok Gyeong-un think that his eyes are meeting his dead self?
That said
“I guess you have a lot to say. “The person who just became a vengeful soul talks a lot.”
-you? …Could it be that you can see me?
“You’re answering like this because you can see it right?”
-You! You made me like this!
When he confirmed that Mo Kyung-yun could see him Wei Meng-cheon who became even more angry threw himself at Mo Kyung-yun with a killing intent.
at that moment
-Park!
-Oof!
Wei Mengchen’s white pupils shook.
It was because Mok Kyung-yun suddenly grabbed his neck.
-What is this?
He himself is a dead man.
How can Mo Qingyun grab his own dead neck?
-What the hell are you? how….
Even though he couldn’t figure out what was going on Wei Meng-cheon started the game when he heard a voice coming from behind.
-hey. Baby. This guy with no dry body is full of energy.
‘!?’
Vengeful spirits can instinctively distinguish between classes.
Wei Mengchen was about to lose his mind due to the huge spiritual pressure he felt from behind.
‘What… what kind of energy…’
Isn’t this not just a vengeful spirit level but a disaster level?
The spiritual body trembles and the lips do not separate.
Mu Qingyun said to Wei Mengchen who was so terrified.
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen a case like this of a vengeful spirit. “What should I do?”
-What do you mean how do you do it? Just absorb the morale and get rid of it.
“iced coffee. After all that would be better right?”
-Wow!
In response Mu Qingyun raised his morale and tried to apply more force to Wei Mengchen’s neck.
At first he didn’t know what the command meant.
-Ssssss!
I felt a threat as if my spiritual body was slowly disappearing along with a strange pain surging all over me.
It gave me a more intense fear than when I faced death.
At this Wei Mengchen hurriedly shouted.
-Save me!
“He’s already dead.”
-Please… please give me a chance.
“Would the opportunity mean much to you?”
-I’m not hoping for something different. Please let me see at least the face of his wife and child one last time. Then I will handle whatever it takes.
“Wife and kids?”
Mok Gyeong-un slightly tilted his head perhaps in confusion.
Then Wei Mengchen spoke in a pleading voice.
-A long time ago after becoming blind due to poisonous poison I had only one wish. That was seeing the faces of my wife and child.
This was true.
Wei Mengchen had an earnest wish.
It was to somehow fix my blind eyes and see the faces of my family members.
Huaiju’s second disciple Jang Neung-ak promised that he would help Wei Meng-cheon who had been blinded by poison to regain his eyesight by finding Haiying Yakseon (解營藥仙) although he did not know if it would be possible if he achieved his great work.
But who knew that I would be able to see after I die?
-Please. I can’t leave this world like this. As long as you listen to this you can do whatever you want whether you want to kill him or not.
I didn’t have much regrets about anything else.
Wei Mengchen just wanted to see.
The faces of my wife and child that I had never seen before.
As he expressed his wish like that one corner of Mok Gyeong-un’s mouth went up.
“iced coffee. “I thought I became a vengeful spirit just out of resentment but it turns out there were also precious beings that made me regret this in my life.”
-Shudder!
Hearing Mo Qingyun’s words Wei Mengchen felt like it was a mistake for a moment.
I said this because I was afraid of being destroyed and wanted to relieve my only lingering attachment but when I thought about it it wasn’t something I would ask this guy for.
Wasn’t this guy the one who killed himself?
He thought he had made a mistake but Mok Gyeong-un whispered softly in his ear like before killing him.
“That’s good. Then I can work more voluntarily than other food spirits.”
‘!?’
What on earth are you talking about?
While I was wondering I saw Cheongryeong looking at me with sympathy in his eyes.
* * *
Mok Gyeong-woon returns from an outing after running errands outside.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed as he was about to cross the entrance hall to the annex.
‘Hmm.’
I glanced around briefly and immediately noticed that the bodyguards guarding the surroundings had disappeared.
There are no people who should be there.
Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and then seemed to not mind and entered the annex building.
He walked down the hallway and opened the door.
“You’re late.”
As the door opens a familiar voice comes from inside.
He was none other than the master of cancer.
A strange look appeared in Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
Why was he waiting for him alone as he had just dismissed everyone without saying anything?
There was no sign of anything around a radius of twenty miles.
I was puzzled and then tried to greet him by putting my hands together and bowing but the head of the Amjong cut me off and said.
“Where are you going so much?”
“gavel….”
“You don’t have to lie like that about being in the closet.”
“….”
Amjongju’s voice was quite heavy and cold unlike usual.
It seemed like an extension of what happened before.
Then Amjongju tapped the table with his finger and continued speaking.
“How far did you go while holding the intruder’s head?”
In response to this question Mok Gyeong-un changed his tone and spoke casually.
“What are you talking about? The disciple has no idea…”
“The only thing missing was the head in the incinerator.”
“….”
Hearing these words from Amjongju Mok Gyeong-un regained his appetite and closed his mouth.
From the looks of it he had personally checked the incinerator after his visit.
Mok Gyeong-un shrugged his shoulders and said.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know why you’re looking for that in your disciple. “I left the annex for a while but if you ask the warrior guards…”
“Even after thinking about it I still don’t understand.”
“yes?”
“What on earth did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
At Mok Gyeong-un’s question Amjongju sighed and shook his head.
Then he immediately stood up and opened his mouth.
“There is such a thing as a sense of strangeness or discomfort.”
“….”
“When it was small it was hard to notice but at some point the surroundings centered around you were engulfed in a sense of discomfort.”
The cause of cancer was a question.
Those in the cancer department also worked as ganjas and received thorough mental training as they were in charge of confidentiality.
Therefore I had faith that he would never betray me.
But how is this possible?
It was only seven days.
How could they fall to Mok Kyung-un who could be considered a hostage of the political faction in such a short period of time?
“I don’t know what kind of strange method he used but it seems like he has crossed a line that can be easily crossed even if he becomes an official disciple.”
-Sreung!
I heard the sound of something being pulled out.
That was the sound made when the sword was fired from the sword sheath on the female servant’s waist.
But suddenly with a sound a sharp blade touched Mok Gyeong-un’s chin.
-Sigh!
Mo Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.
I guessed that there would be a certain gap but the inaction of Yan Zongju could not even be compared to that of Wei Mengcheon a confidant of Huaiju’s second disciple Jang Neungye.
‘…It’s strong.’
It was at a level where nothing could be done based on pure bottom-line inaction.
At that time the head of Amjong spoke in a colder voice.
“Depending on your answer you may have to cut off his head. So from now on I want you to answer my questions clearly…!?”
Before he could finish his sentence Amjongju frowned.
That was because Mok Kyung-un laughed.
‘!?’
Seeing this the same malicious smile that Mo Kyung-un showed when he decapitated the intruder to calm the confusion came to mind.
It was the first time that I felt a chill down my spine while looking at someone’s laughter and thought it was dangerous.
When Amjongju remembered this strength went into his hands.
“That smile now….”
“You have a really good sense. “I can’t believe I came to that conclusion just because of a sense of discomfort.”
“you….”
“Are you going to cut my head off?”
“….”
At that question Amjongju’s eyes became sharp.
Mok Gyeong-un’s answer was nothing short of confirmation that his guess was correct.
Although he didn’t reveal how he did it.
One thing is certain: this child is truly dangerous.
It was not simply because he was a pawn of a political faction or because he had outstanding military talent but because he was a person completely different from the average person.
“I think it would be better for the organization to cut off your head now.”
“Maybe so.”
At Mok Gyeong-un’s calm response King Amjong stuck out his tongue inwardly.
It was commendable that he showed such a relaxed attitude even when his life was threatened.
However emptiness was emptiness and it was a person who lived.
If this child is left alone the discomfort will be consumed by the cancer as a whole.
-closely!
Amjongju grabbed the sword and tried to apply force.
It was right then.
“But. “If he cuts off my head everyone will know that Master is a fire worshiper and I don’t know if it will be okay.”
‘!!!!!!’
At that moment Amjongju’s expression hardened.
‘This guy… How did he do that?’
< Episode 40: Cancer Race (1) > end
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