< Episode 72 Clue (1) >
-Poof!
“Off!”
Gyeomchang let out a groan of pain as the needle penetrated the center of the toenail.
As much as she wanted to scream she couldn’t because of the bundle of cloth covering her mouth.
I tried my best but I couldn’t overcome the constant pain.
He was confident that he had enough mental strength to overcome the wall but it only took a minute for it to collapse.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. eup….”
“What?”
-Park!
Mu Qingyun pulled out a bundle of cloth from his mouth.
Then Gyeomchang let out a rough breath and barely opened his mouth.
“Haa…haa….please….please…give me…give me…”
“Now this is the fifth time. “Not yet.”
-closely!
“Eup-eup.”
Mu Qingyun stuffed a bundle of cloth in his mouth again.
Then he slowly pushed a needle back into the side of his toenail.
-Poof!
“Off.”
Gyeom Chang twisted his whole body and complained of his pain.
However Mo Gyeong-un’s expression did not change at all and he shook out his claws with the inserted needle.
Gyeomchang who was suffering eventually lost his mind.
-Sleep!
The moment your head is about to drop down
-Pfft!
Mu Qingyun lifted his forehead with his palm.
Gyeomchang who was about to faint came to his senses again.
Gyeomchang woke up and saw Mok Gyeong-un’s face through his blurred vision and his heart felt as if it would stop.
For a split second he hoped he wouldn’t wake up again but it was a meaningless wish.
‘This…this guy is truly a demon.’
This is my first time seeing such a terrible person.
He had interrogated someone many times himself but he had never done it to this extent.
This guy is torturing people to the point where they are on the verge of death and there is no room or time to rest.
He was pushing me as if he was venting his anger.
Therefore he had no choice but to desperately wish for death.
This was because he realized that with both his arms cut off and his body damaged like this death was the only way to rest.
“Uuuh…..”
He mumbled in a weak voice.
Then Mok Gyeong-un wordlessly ripped off one of the claws that he had inserted the needle into.
-Pud!
“Off.”
The human body was truly amazing.
The pain continued so I thought I would get used to it but that wasn’t the case at all.
The new pain was superimposed on the existing pain and only doubled the suffering.
Mok Kyung-un whispered sweetly in his ear.
“You want to die right?”
“…”
“Don’t you want to close your eyes comfortably like this?”
“…..”
It’s incredibly strange.
The words “let me die” have never sounded so sweet.
I would do anything and everything if it would just help me get out of this pain right now…
-closely!
At that moment Gyeomchang bit down on the bundle of cloth that was filling his mouth.
I felt weak for a moment and almost fell for his temptation.
No matter how much he suffered he should never do anything for the sake of the person who tortured him and drove him to death.
At that time he saw Mok Gyeong-un’s face through his blurred vision.
The corners of his mouth were torn so that they reached his ears.
-Shudder!
The moment Gyeomchang saw this a shiver ran down his spine.
He was barely able to make up his mind but instead of being disappointed he looked happy.
Why on earth is he happy?
Why is he smiling with such a devil-like face?
I’m filled with doubts
-Sigh!
Mo Kyung-un placed his hand on his shoulder and whispered softly.
“thank god. “I was worried that I would become weak and give up.”
‘what?’
“Please hold on a little longer. I want to see him suffer and suffer. “The night is still very long.”
‘!!!!!!’
The moment Gyeomchang heard this his heart felt as if it would break.
It seemed like what this guy wanted was not just to get the information he wanted from himself.
He was enjoying his own pain and suffering.
‘A devil… This guy is a devil who is the very evil that crawled up from the inexorable hell.’
I just couldn’t think of anything else.
As fear gripped my whole body and mind the resolve I had built up collapsed in an instant.
He wonders if anyone will even notice that he endures?
After all doesn’t everything end when you die?
I feel moved for a moment.
Why should I be the only one to suffer like this?
Here even if he maintains his loyalty and loyalty and dies painfully in the end will they really understand?
After all isn’t it only they who will enjoy the glory and benefits even if he dies?
As soon as his thoughts reached this point Gyeomchang’s body went limp as if he had given up.
“Hmm. “It would be difficult if I gave up already.”
“…”
Mok Gyeong-un licked his lips in disappointment at the sight of Gyeom-chang drooping and showing no response.
He hoped he could hold on a little longer but any longer seemed pointless.
So I took out the bundle of cloth that was in his mouth.
-Park!
“Haa…haa…..”
As the bundle of cloth fell out Gyeomchang who was trying to catch his breath weakly opened his mouth.
“If it is….give it to me…give it to me. No more… Sagof…. Maeu…..”
-closely!
“Huh?”
At that time Mo Kyung-un grabbed his chin.
Then he held his head in place with one hand and pushed his chin in and up.
Then
-Wood clack!
With the sound of bones ringing Gyeomchang’s misaligned jaw joint was aligned.
Not only did his face crack and all of his teeth break but his jaw joint also fell out.
That’s why he couldn’t pronounce it properly.
But once the jaw joint was aligned like this
“Now let’s talk.”
“Haa…haa…how much…ah?”
Although the pronunciation was still leaky due to the lack of teeth it was now more understandable than before.
But he wasn’t happy at all.
In the end he was in a position where he had to tell the man what he wanted in order to face death comfortably.
But before that he had one question he wanted to answer.
“….Before I answer….I want to ask….just one thing.”
“I guess it’s still far away.”
In response to that question Mok Gyeong-un tried to grab the bundle of cloth again.
Then Gyeomchang was startled and spoke hurriedly.
“I was just curious as to how the Four Thousand Dangs were trying to find out about our existence.”
“Sacheondanga?”
Hearing his words Mok Kyung-un frowned.
What does this mean again?
Why is this person suddenly associating himself with the Four Heavenly Tang Dynasties?
I was puzzled but Gyeomchang spoke carefully.
“In Danggeum’s martial arts world the only people who reached the level of a poisonous person are Guyangso the leader of the Paldoksaji and Dan Inhae the head of the family of the Sacheondang family Cheondoksu.”
“So?”
“Among them Guyangshao… can’t be here so of course the only thing left is the Heavenly Eagle Beast.”
“Why are you asserting that Ouyangshao won’t be here?”
“that…”
Seeing his hesitation Mo Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.
Thanks to his attitude I was able to easily figure out one thing.
“iced coffee. You seem to know very well about Guyangso. Or maybe he’s with you.”
“…”
‘shit. ‘He did something stupid.’
At Mok Gyeong-un’s words Gyeomchang blamed his own foolishness.
He didn’t need to mention Paldok’s president Guyang So but he ended up handing over useless information to confirm that his guess was correct.
“Don’t worry. Because I’m not really interested in this. “I’d like you to tell me something else than that.”
“What if it’s something else?”
“What is that mark on your sword?”
Gyeomchang frowned at this question.
I thought this was because I knew something about the mark but I don’t know anything?
As he was doing so Mok Gyeong-un pressed down hard on his shoulder and said.
-closely!
“Turn it off.”
“I wish I could answer right away when I ask. “Don’t be a trifle.”
“It is a symbol that symbolizes the organization.”
“group?”
“That…that’s right.”
‘It’s a group after all.’
This was almost exactly what I expected.
Mok Kyung-un asked another question.
“I know it symbolizes the organization but what does this symbol mean?”
“….that…”
“That won’t work. “I don’t think I’m ready yet.”
Mo Qingyun said those words and tried to stuff the bundle of cloth into his mouth again.
Then Gyeomchang was surprised and said.
“Neither I nor I know the exact meaning. All I know is that I added one to two.”
“Two plus one?”
What does this mean?
Mok Kyung-un pondered those words and reflected on them.
When they said that one was added to two the bottom of the stroke that was written as [二] was longer which clearly meant two (二).
But what does it mean to add one vertically through line?
‘Can’t I just add one horizontally?’
In that case the three characters become three and the meaning becomes correct.
But why do you put a line through a bell and say that’s what it means?
Is there a hidden meaning?
“There are three and three so do you really think that makes sense?”
“….I really don’t know either. “I just heard that something that shouldn’t have happened has become more common.”
“Something that shouldn’t have been added has been added?”
“hmm.”
Neck Tiller stroked his chin.
It was so vague that it was difficult to know what it meant.
But it didn’t matter.
Anyway if I knew what they were doing the answer might come naturally.
So Mok Kyung-un tried to ask what he was most curious about.
This was more urgent for him than anything else.
“Is the person called Ghost Sword also one of your allies?”
‘!?’
At those words Gyeomchang’s expression slightly distorted.
“I guess that’s right.”
‘What the hell is this guy?’
The reason Gyeomchang reacted this way was because no one had ever realized that the ghost sword was related to them.
Mok Kyung-un told him what he wanted to ask the most as he looked embarrassed.
“When a person called Ghost Sword kills someone does he leave a mark of your organization?”
“When to kill or something?”
“yes.”
If this becomes clear the culprit must be Ghost Sword.
Mok Gyeong-un glared at Gyeom-chang.
However in response to Mok Gyeong-un’s question Gyeomchang gave a completely unexpected answer.
“Do you think that makes sense?”
“yes?”
“If you kill someone why leave a mark?”
“…What do you mean?”
“Dead men don’t speak. And the dead body rots and disappears. However our organization leaves no trace. But why would you bother to leave a mark on the person you killed?”
‘!?’
At these words one of Mo Kyung-un’s eyebrows rose upward.
It would not be wrong to say that this person lied.
There was no reason for an organization operating secretly to leave traces as if bragging about it.
Mok Gyeong-un asked this.
“Then why did you leave such a mark on those you killed or on anyone else?”
“….I think there is some misunderstanding.”
“misunderstanding?”
“We do not leave our mark on those we have already killed. And the one who leaves a mark with scars like that…”
“Who is leaving behind?”
“You are the only one who knows that you are a ghost sword.”
-Park!
No sooner had he finished speaking than Mok Gyeong-un grabbed Gyeom-chang by the collar and pulled him towards him speaking in a murderous voice.
“Are you playing games with me now? “A person called Ghost Sword has already left a mark on the dead but are you telling me to believe it now?”
“That’s not a lie. “The ghost sword leaving its mark is a kind of warning.”
“warning? “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know exactly. I heard that the ghost sword leaves such scars as a warning to those involved in our work. “If you ignore that warning you will pay with your life and the scars will be erased…”
-bang!
“Tsk.”
Before he could finish his words Mo Kyung-un knocked him to the floor.
Gyeomchang was embarrassed by this and said.
“It’s true.”
“I confirmed that he already killed him and left a scar but he keeps trying to deceive me.”
“You killed him while leaving scars? “Is that possible?”
“Is that possible? “I saw it with my own eyes.”
“That can’t be possible. Didn’t you tell me? Why would the ghost sword leave traces in a place like that that could be traced or clues? This is …
A scream of pain burst from Gyeomchang’s mouth.
This was because Mo Kyung-un’s fingers were digging into his collarbone.
While he was in pain like this Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed and then became sharper.
‘….It doesn’t leave a trace on the dead?’
Mo Kyung-un’s mind became complicated.
According to the clues that have been reached so far the ghost sword must be the culprit who killed him.
However it is said that ghost swords do not leave traces on the dead.
However there were marks-like scars left on the body of the dead grandfather.
‘It’s not like it was left behind a long time ago.’
The blood on the scar was clear evidence that the wound was carved at the moment of death.
But this person strongly denied it.
That meant one of two things.
This person is lying to confuse him or
‘….no way?’
The focus of Mo Kyung-un’s pupils became smaller.
Soon Kyeong-woon grabbed hold of his collarbone with his fingers and pulled his chin up.
He grabbed the bone and pulled it so it couldn’t help but be painful.
“Off!”
Mok Gyeong-un asked whether that was the case or not.
“If the ghost sword is from that organization you would at least have a good idea of who he killed or not right?”
Gyeom Chang who was in pain at this question shook his head.
“Off. “I don’t know.”
“Would you like me to let you know?”
“It’s true. “We are a branch organization to begin with so we only follow the instructions given to us so we don’t know exactly what each person is doing.”
“…..You don’t know? Are you sure?”
“That’s right. “If it is not information that you really need to know it should not be shared.”
“hmm.”
He was trying too hard to say that it was a lie.
Mo Kyung-un looked at him intently and said.
“Then I guess you’ve never heard of the name Munno.”
“Munno? “Did you just say Munno?”
“Didn’t you just say that information wouldn’t be shared?”
At those words Gyeomchang trembled.
Mok Kyung-un was surprised to see this and asked.
“You know something?”
At that question Gyeom Chang hesitated for a moment frowning before opening his mouth.
“…If the name Munno you are talking about is the one we know it is the old name of Haeyeong Yakseon (解營藥仙).”
‘!?’
< Episode 72 Clue (1) > end
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