Episode 10. Lupus
At that moment, Song Myeong-cheon was stabbing a man in the abdomen with a knife and simultaneously tearing off his left arm.
It had tremendous strength, like that of a wild beast. The man’s horrifying screams vibrated inside the clinic.
Blood splattered everywhere, leaving a messy trail.
Now that I think about it, the appearances of the dead men were all horrendous.
Because no one has preserved its original form.
The hands of Song Myeong-cheon, who had those black eyes, were so cruel that they were almost sad.
Song Myeong-cheon killed them all in that short period of time.
All that was left was a pale-looking man who was pretending to be a patient, or rather, looked like a real patient.
He might have been embarrassed in that situation, but he seemed very calm.
Han Ibi thought that his experience as a strongman was quite significant. Besides, he must be quite an expert.
But his sword…
‘Is that a sword? ‘What, it looks really bizarre.’
His sword was curved like a kind of soft sword. It would take a lot of effort to refine it like that.
Anyway, once the man moved, his movements were like the wind. The movements of the entire body matched the soft flow of the soft sword.
The pale man had literally become a lump integrated with the soft sword, putting pressure on Song Myeong-cheon.
On the other hand, Song Myeong-cheon’s movements were simple. There was no unnecessary movement to be found.
Song Myeong-cheon rolled his black eyes from side to side, closely watching his opponent’s movements.
Han Ibi thought.
‘It’s not some kind of alien… No matter how hard I try, I can’t get used to its black eyes.’
Finally, the soft sword wielded by the pale man changed from a defensive stance to an offensive stance.
It poured towards Song Myeong-cheon like a snake and a whip.
Song Myeong-cheon raised his sword and blocked it.
However, due to the nature of the soft sword, the upper end of the contact area was greatly bent and pierced Song Myeong-cheon’s torso.
Han Ibi shouted.
“Elder! “Be careful.”
grasp!
Song Myeong-cheon’s shoulder was torn and a handful of blood splattered. The corners of the pale man’s mouth turned up.
When he realized that his attack was working, his momentum increased.
The pale man swung his body around again and stabbed Song Myeong-cheon diagonally in the lower body.
No, it was closer to hitting than stabbing.
As such, this soft sword had a bizarre method of use and a sword that was difficult to express in words.
Song Myeong-cheon defended the soft sword by holding the sword vertically again. A loud ‘click’ sound rang out.
Judging from the fact that he was competing with Song Myeong-cheon, who was considered to be a very strong man, it was clear that the pale man also had outstanding abilities.
Pop!
Blood splattered from Song Myeong-cheon’s thigh again.
Then Han Ibi felt a little worried.
If Song Myeong-cheon couldn’t defeat that scoundrel, his life would be no different from death.
For a moment, I thought about running away… but I couldn’t run away like that.
Well, I have to complete the quest anyway…
The pale man said with a cold smile.
“Mage. Compared to his notoriety, his skills are insignificant. I didn’t even have to put this much effort into preparing the male and female hands, but that’s it. There are so many people who are so worried, hehehe. Now that I know your skills, the jokes end here.”
While doing so, I walked straight ahead. It was a swift movement that was incomparable to anything before.
It was then.
A thick gray smoke-like thing rose from Song Myeong-cheon’s mouth. Like a fire burning from firewood…
Moreover, a pitch-black pattern was revealed on his forehead.
The rough shape was circular, but it was full of sharp outlines, and above all, it was a strange drawing that was random but was actually completely geometrically symmetrical.
No, now that I think about it, it looks quite similar to the shape of a lotus flower.
The pale man seemed somewhat surprised by the strange situation of his tattoo suddenly being revealed.
However, he did not lose his momentum and kept pushing forward.
The intention is to slit Song Myeong-cheon’s head.
“Ugh-!”
Song Myeong-cheon cried loudly and swung his sword sharply.
earth!
Sword and sword clashed with a loud sound.
Now the soft sword is bent and is about to rip out Song Myeong-cheon’s carotid artery.
Suddenly, Song Myeong-cheon raised his left finger.
Han Ibi’s heart sank when she saw that.
‘What’s wrong with your finger? It looks like it got cut off.’
But something surprising happened.
The upper part of the soft sword that came in through the semi-elasticity of the sword and the sword. Song Myeong-cheon pressed down the center with his finger.
But the timing was perfect.
As the soft sword gained momentum, it instantly bent in the opposite direction.
Ting!
Leaving a sound, the soft sword extended towards the caster like a snake biting its owner.
grasp!
Blood splattered.
The difference from before is that it is not Song Myeong-cheon’s, but the pale man’s.
“Aaaah~!”
A horrendous scream that pierced through the bones echoed throughout the clinic.
Cheonggang.
It is the sound of a soft sword falling to the floor. He was clutching his eyes with both hands, and I could see blood gushing out between his fingers.
Song Myeong-cheon smiled as faintly as a fossil and approached the enemy who had lost his will to fight. And then…
suddenly.
What soon rose into the air was the pale man’s neck and both wrists.
Han Ibi could not help but frown again. No matter how much he is on our side… this is a bit…
At that time, Han E-bi saw a doctor who was shivering under the medicine table come in.
They did a good job of squeezing into that big body…
But Song Myeong-cheon’s movements were unusual.
He was slowly walking towards the doctor, ‘rumbling’ as if completely possessed.
The embarrassed congressman waved his hands wildly and said.
“no! Great cooperation! no. I was just… intimidated by them. “There was no intention to harm the Daehyup.”
He was crying like crazy.
“I didn’t even know that Daehyeop was a martial artist.”
Song Myeong-cheon raised his sword in a gesture large enough to touch the ceiling.
“Ahh!”
The congressman held his head and screamed loudly. At that time, Han Ibi rushed out and said.
“Elder! “Even if you kill someone, shouldn’t you look at the before and after?”
Song Myeong-cheon’s eyes looked at Han Yi-bi. Han Ibi’s heart sank.
The demonic emptiness felt in his black eyes struck Han Ibi’s heart.
It was then.
The strange shape disappeared from Song Myeong-cheon’s forehead.
Just in time, Song Myeong-cheon’s black eyes gradually began to regain their true color.
Clink.
The old man dropped his sword. He soon stumbled from side to side like a drunk person and fell to the floor in a daze.
Han Ibi quickly approached and caught him. My whole body was as cold as ice.
Something is wrong.
I have to run away first. There may be some companions.
He quickly picked up Song Myeong-cheon and carried him on his back. He then shouted quite threateningly at the still trembling lawmaker.
“Councilman. “If you say anything about us, we will definitely come back and make you pay.”
Then the congressman crawled out of the table, bowed his head and said.
“Oh, I understand. Small cooperative. I understand. “Even if I die right away… or even if I die and become a ghost, I will never tell you.”
Han Yi-bi immediately ran out of Magok Clinic, carrying Song Myeong-cheon on her back.
* * *
“Damn it!”
A curse came out of my mouth. First of all, I started to feel a sense of urgency… but
I thought, ‘I have nowhere to go! Go somewhere! ‘You’re having a hard time because of your damn narrow personal relationships, both there and here.’
He pondered for a moment and thought.
‘Is that the only place?…’
Han Yi-bi began to run, carrying Song Myeong-cheon on her back while diligently tracing her memories.
It must have been about a day or so. A familiar sign board caught the eye of Han Ibi.
– Cheongyugaekjan
: That’s right.
The only place Han Ibi knows, other than the congressman.
In the end, Han Ibi had no choice but to come this way.
Han Ibi hurriedly opened the door and entered the guest room. Fortunately, because it was still early, there were no customers.
“Welcome… wow!”
Jeomsoy, who I had seen before, was cleaning and saying hello, and then looked at me with wide eyes in surprise.
Then the owner of the inn, who thought it was strange, walked out of the kitchen.
“No, this is…!
He too was shocked with his mouth wide open.
That was because Song Myeong-cheon and Han I-bi, who were on their backs, looked terrible.
Wounds scrawled in all directions. Blood still dripping from there…
“No… customer? “Aren’t you a guest?”
Jeom So-yi, who was so surprised and lost for a moment, finally recognized Song Myeong-cheon’s face and asked.
Han Ibi answered instead.
“you’re right. We are. Sometimes I would come and get some white wine….”
“Ah! okay. But what does this look like…”
“Um… oh um… I mean, that’s right! “We were robbed.”
“Robbery?”
“ah! yes. Isn’t that right? Bandits. “I was attacked by bandits.”
Jeomsoi and the guesthouse owner looked at each other in embarrassment.
The inn owner said.
“Then it looks like you’re hurt a lot, so you should go to the doctor’s office quickly.”
“I’m already on my way from the doctor’s office.”
Jeomsoi and the guesthouse owner looked at each other again.
Jeomsoy said.
“In that case, you should report it to the government office…”
“Bang!”
“yes?”
“Please rent one room.”
The owner hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
“I’m sorry, but… the rooms are all full today…”
Then Han Ibi said in a fit of anger.
“What are you kicking? This guesthouse doesn’t seem to be very popular. Plus, I saw that there wasn’t a single horse tied up outside! Are you going to drive away regular customers like this?”
Jeomsoi and the guesthouse owner looked at each other again. A look of confusion was evident.
The inn owner said.
“Well… Then, I will let you stay for a while to see what we have seen so far. But… you need to empty it quickly.”
“Stop worrying and just give me a room.”
The inn owner winked at Jeomsoi.
Then Jeomsoy started to go up to the second floor, pretending to follow him.
Han Ibi followed him up the stairs. Jeomsoy led them to the most corner room on the second floor.
“It will be okay to take care of yourself quietly here.”
“Thank you.”
Han Ibi quickly opened the door and went inside. I saw a small bed.
He laid Song Myeong-cheon down there.
Jeomsoi was standing in an awkward stance, looking at Han Ibi and the old man alternately.
Ebi Han said.
“If anything happens, I will send you a message. First, please look at the task below.”
Then Jeomsoy nodded and answered.
“I will. If you need anything, please call.”
As Jeomsoy left, he carefully closed the door. At that time, I suddenly heard a strange sound.
Crack, crack, crack!
Han Ibi was startled and looked around.
I felt like my hair stood on end.
But I was even more surprised when I figured out the identity of the sound.
The sound was coming from Song Myeong-cheon.
Right in his mouth.
The crackling sound was the sound of Song Myeong-cheon’s upper and lower teeth clashing violently.
Starting with that sound, Song Myeong-cheon began to tremble like an aspen tree.
But something was strange.
Isn’t black blood gushing out from Song Myeong-cheon’s wounds?
Han Ibi was startled and looked at the affected area.
But what was even more shocking was that the wound that was gushing out black blood was healing in an instant.
‘Did I… see something wrong?’
Song Myeong-cheon’s game became even more severe.
At the same time, Song Myeong-cheon began coughing violently as if he had a lung disease.
“Knock, knock!” Puhak!”
“Ahh! “Oh no sir!”
late.
The black blood that Song Myeong-cheon had vomited scattered in all directions. The bed, the walls, and the floor were all covered in black and red blood.
Han Ibi muttered, covering her face with one hand.
“ruined. “It’s ruined.”
It was then.
Song Myeong-cheon suddenly raised his upper body.
“Cough! Cough!”
Fortunately, he did not cough up blood this time, but he continued to have a dry cough.
At the same time, he was suddenly assuming a posture of fortune.
(Continued in the next part)
