Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 565

“who?”

“me? An existence to help you.”

“Help me?”

“okay.”

As the question popped into my head, a voice answered.

My body shuddered and fell into the ground at the mighty feet of the chief tramping on me, but strangely I didn’t feel any pain. It was as if the sense of pain had disappeared.

“Are you still thinking about it? Would you die at this rate?」

“I don’t know you.”

“No, do you know?”

“what?”

“Because I have always been with you.”

The cheong-sang couldn’t understand. have you been together?

“Tsk… … I can’t help it. Then I’ll show you.”

“what?”

The moment Cheongsang questioned the sound of clicking his tongue, his eyes blurred and flowed violently.

And everything has changed. Even without blinking an eye… … .

however.

“This, this!”

Cheongsang exclaimed in exclamation in surprise at the scenery in front of him.

red glow. more red blood.

Those who run away with clunky knives and those who run away as if being chased.

Cheongsang’s eyes widened.

Breathing is suffocating as if someone has covered their nose and mouth. My chest felt stuffy, and it felt like someone had hammered a long nail into it.

What I could see was a memory. A long time ago, childhood memories that were considered forgotten after a long time.

The end of the time he had spent before being named a shaman unfolded before his eyes.

The firefighters who raided the village and drove everything into ruin right in front of their eyes… … .

It’s just a distant memory of the past, but it was as clear as if I was there.

Water welled up in the eyes of the blue statue without stopping.

“iced coffee… … .”

Then a moan of lament escaped from his breath.

When I was young, I had to watch my mother die in the hands of a firefighter who couldn’t even blink an eye.

It was a group of firefighters nearby. It was retaliation for hiding a horse’s provisions to survive the winter.

Only one survived. Because they had to let others know what the cost of deceiving them was, they planted desperate memories in the young man and saved him.

Things that won’t be cool even if you tear them to death… … .

“see? I am you at that time.”

A mysterious voice spoke again to Cheongsang’s ear, who had been crying endlessly.

“The country at that time?”

“Yes, you at that time. It’s like I’m the one with the evil heart I harbored towards those firefighters.”

“I am… … .”

“You forgot?”

「…….」

“Nonsense. I just pressed it.”

“Press?”

“okay. As a discipline named Seondo, as Dori, you sealed it deep in your heart and lived as if you forgot it. But I’ve always been with you Waiting for you to call me back.”

“Is it time to call you again?”

“Okay, can I show you something else?”

The moment the voice finished speaking, the scenery in front of my eyes changed.

A child in uniform looks at the children wearing the same color and pattern with envy.

He, too, was a sage. At that time, Cheongsang, who entered the shaman and was not listed as a thief because his heart was full of life.

“Hey, can you hear the whispering?”

“hmm… … .」

It was. At that time, Cheongsang was ignored.

There were good guys from every society, and they were the mainstream. Cheongsang was isolated and ostracized.

“At that time, you are also me.”

Even while the cheong-sang was silent, the voice revealed many things.

Every moment I had an evil heart flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

“I was with you all the time. Even when you were briefly jealous of Un-yeon, who became Sa-suk’s disciple. But I waited, forever.”

“until when… … .」

“Can I catch it now?”

“Catch me? My once evil self?”

“What does it matter? Have you already climbed? And this is a boundary run by the wicked.”

“Right.”

“Don’t you want to be helpful?”

“help?”

“Yes, to Sasuk, whom you respect. You want to become much stronger and be acknowledged by him, right? Jongnae also has a desire to surpass him.”

“I am… … .”

“catch. I will make it happen.」

“I am… … .”

「What are you worried about? Sasook, whom you respect, is also a person where good and evil coexist. You know that it was a revolutionary martial art, right? Because of that, I was able to learn Yanguisimgong, and eventually I was able to achieve Taegeuk. Neither do you. Goodness alone cannot make you strong. The moment you choose me on the side of the evil heart, you become equal to your sasuk. getting closer to him We will walk together on the path he walked.”

「…….」

After being engulfed in agony, the young man suddenly looked down at his hand. And only then did I realize the identity of the voice.

The sword in his hand, the self-infestation.

“It’s you.”

“No, it was only amplified through self-infestation, I am you.”

「…….」

“You don’t have to choose. I always respect your decision. I will wait again as always. deep in your heart… … . Of course, I don’t know when that time will be.”

After that, the voice faded away.

As if we’ll never see each other again… … .

snap!

There were no more concerns. Having made a decision, the blue-haired man grabbed the self-worm with all his might.

And a voice farther than before reached my ears.

“well… … I’ve decided.”

Kwajijik!

At that moment, the world in front of me shattered like glass and shattered.

“Quaaaaagh!”

The giant, who was trampling on the blue statue, could hear the cry of pain.

The world, which had been filled with somber darkness, was torn apart, and clear light poured in and filled the blue eyes.

“Cheongsang!”

It was nothing.

Cheon Gyo-yeol, who became stronger dozens of times through Yeo-ui, tore Yuk-jang’s Ja-ong as if biting the whole thing, and at the same time, the spell was broken and the imprisoned Cheong-sang returned to its original place.

Jinmu, who approached the collapsing Cheongsang, hurriedly sensed his pulse and glared at the suffering Yukjang with angry eyes.

“You bastard… … !”

“Turn off… … . damn… … I’m almost done… … . It was just a matter of absorbing the mana of the guy who was imprisoned in Jaong… … .”

Jinmu’s brows furrowed at the words of Yukjang, who staggered.

“what? Did you really intend to absorb Cheongsang? With that damn pottery?”

“…….”

“Ah, yes. That’s what it was.”

Crunchy.

Jinmu, who reverse summoned Yeoui with his teeth clenched, menacingly broke his interlocking fingers.

“You mean that? You tried to eat my baby, you mean?”

“…….”

“Yeah, a guy like you doesn’t need a beating. Cancer, by the way… … .”

Crunchy, Crunchy!

Angry Jinmu’s steps headed for the meat market.

The sound of snapping joints, like thunder, pierced his ears and choked Yukjang’s heart.

Fear, the moment when for some reason forgotten emotions fill his heart.

“Aaaagh!”

Yukjang suddenly turns around and starts running away… … .

Tup.

But it was just a meaningless struggle.

Jinmu, who grabbed his hair before he knew it, stood behind Yukjang and smiled brightly with his lowered eyes.

“first… … Let’s get right, you meat farmer.”

“Turn off… … .”

I don’t know why, but the smile on Jinmu’s mouth was much more frightening than the shock of having his scalp ripped off. Yukjang looked at him in terror and began to struggle furiously.

Wow! Kwajik!

The fist that fell immediately landed on Yukjang’s face.

“Quaaaaagh!”

Compared to the time when the skin was peeled off as punishment for the sinful karma of the underworld before becoming an ear, no, a monster.

Fuck! Puck puck puck!

More than the bitterness of salt water at the beach that penetrated the wound.

Kwajik, Kwajik, Kwajikkwajik!

More than the pain inflicted by cold-blooded fish who eat flesh until they die.

“not there yet!”

“Queeeeek!”

Jinmu’s fist hurt more and more painfully.

But far from fainting, his mind became clearer. The forgotten five senses were revived, and the moment of pain was engraved in the bones, in the head, and everywhere it was felt.

“Where is this fucking bastard running away! You die, die, heal a hundred times and die, even if your white bones turn to dust, you can’t die!”

“Quite a bit! Quite ah!”

Jinmu caught the yukjang, who was running away with all his hair pulled out, and used all kinds of means to crush him.

Every time his loud (?) scream resounded in all directions, all the yos, ears, and monsters of the nearby fishing grounds began to tremble in fear.

It’s been a while since I’ve been together at the scene where no one could move, and the chief couldn’t even die and was beaten.

“It is over.”

“Yes… … .”

Baek-pyo and Hwang-sin shook their heads, and Yi-saeng vowed that from now on, he would never complain about anything Jin-mu told him to do.

“Turn it off… … just kill… … give… … .”

Jinmu laughed coldly at Yukjang, who begged him to kill him.

“Kill? who? not there yet!”

“Turn off… … .”

Do you think the sin of trying to eat my baby will be forgiven to this extent?

He raised his fist high, fixing the few remaining pieces of his hair again, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the monster nearby.

“you!”

“yes? yep!”

“Dip this bastard over there.”

“yes?”

“Put it in and take it out like dying.”

“…….”

“If, by any chance, this bastard dies… … Then you die.”

“yes!”

At Jinmu’s growling and threatening words, Goe responded by taking an immobile posture.

“god! 100 votes!”

“yes!”

“You guys go and keep an eye on that guy at the meat farm so he doesn’t do anything else!”

“All right!”

Hwangsin and Baekpyo, who already knew Jinmu’s disposition very well, answered quickly and ran to the burial site, dragging the mass around the meat yard.

Looking at the back, Jinmu let out a deep sigh and turned his head toward Cheongsang.

Damn, I should have helped. I’m just making my child suffer… … uh?

He turned his head while feeling sad for Cheongsang, who died after eating one hundred and sixty.

Cheongsang was awake.

He, who had passed out a moment ago, stood up by himself… … .

“Cheongsang?”

“Big.”

But the situation was strange.

His arms drooping down and his eyes looking at Jinmu with his head up are shiny like obsidian… … .

“Krrrr… … .”

“!?”

He laughed as he looked at Jinmu with a sound like an animal.

Like a hungry beast that has found its prey… … .

oh damn

Even if you look at it standing on your head, it’s every coin mouth.

The guy who reached the top line… … .

There was no doubt that something had happened in the yukjang technique. Maybe it was because of her mother’s sword, she didn’t know.

Fuck it, I wish it was Ki-woo. our poor sage.

“Krrrr.”

“…….”

however… … Cheongsang?

How are your eyes like that?

No matter how much you fall into the mouth, do you have to cover your poo and urine? I’m your dorm.

But it seemed that even Tyler couldn’t hear it.

“Haha, I can’t help it. If things go wrong, teaching and correcting them is the duty of sasuk.”

Swoop.

Looking at Cheongsang, who regards himself as an enemy and looks like he will attack him at any moment, Jinmu slowly rolls up his sleeves, revealing the strong arm of Gyodo.

Long ago, it was said that a hawk was medicine for a madman, and Jinmu was originally… … Violence does not discriminate against men and women of all ages.

Even if it’s a cherished sandal.

So, Cheongsang-ah, where is Huibeondeok? Lay out the snow! This sandal shake!