Episode 1413. If you really wanted it, you should have gotten it. (2)
The mountain was named ‘Cheongseong’ thanks to its symbolic greenery. The mountain was now colored in a color that did not match its name.
The green plants and the antique pavilion were engulfed in red flames, and the floor that the flames did not touch was covered in blood that was darker than the flames.
It felt as if the world was completely covered in red-hot malice.
Among them, Byeok Hyeonja, the chieftain of Cheongseong, was breathing heavily.
“Huh…”
Cheongseong was his hometown and everything to him all his life. But now, that integrity is collapsing due to the attack of the enemy party.
“Cough!”
Dark red blood spurted from his mouth along with a cough. It was easy to predict what his fate would be just by looking at his stomach, which already had several holes in it, and the deep cuts on his body.
However, the wall sage did not feel even the slightest pain. Compared to the burning pain of Heungseong, which was more important than his life, the pain he felt in this guy’s body was like nothing.
“Cough! Cough!”
He spat out dark red blood once again and looked forward, raising his increasingly heavy head.
‘This wall…’
The priest who had been with him his entire life has already become a cold corpse. Looking at the horribly mutilated body, Byeok Sage’s heart was shaken with indescribable sorrow and anger.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Ahh! Buy it and save it… Ahhhh!”
Someone’s desperate scream was heard from afar.
A scream that could not reach my ears clawed at my chest. His disciples, whose eyes would not hurt, are exchanging his name under the cold blade of the equator.
However, the Byeok Sage no longer had the strength left to run to save his disciples.
No one escaped this disaster. Neung Haun may be leading the young disciples who somehow managed to escape at the last moment and make a desperate escape, but there is no guarantee that they too will be able to escape the devil’s clutches.
It’s over.
Yes, it’s all over.
Today, Cheongseong, a prestigious family in Sacheon that boasts a long and storied history, comes to an end. Not at the hands of the Demonic Cult or the Imperial Palace, but at the hands of those lowly sectarians.
‘How…’
How on earth did it end up like this?
Why is this hearing burning?
Why did they appear here?
I thought it was okay to watch the war unfolding on the Yangtze River as if in awe, but why did Sapa’s blade fall here?
“Huh… Hehehe…”
The Byeok Sage groaned as if he was laughing or crying, and looked somewhere in confusion.
The main gate of Shangqing Palace, which symbolizes Qingcheng, was on fire. It is not like a door leading to a pure conduit, but like a gate of hell opening towards hell.
And then a man slowly appeared through the burning door.
A man wearing long robes, as red as the blood that soaked Cheongseong, and swinging with the force of a fire that covered Cheongseong.
A man decked out in flashy jewelry that was completely out of place in this terrible scene.
Jerk.
There was a twisted smile on the man’s lips.
The sight of someone decked out loudly like a clown entering through a burning door was so overwhelming that it even caught the attention of the Byeok Sage, who was nearly unconscious from grief and anger.
“Jang…”
Suddenly, the wise man thought that all of this was like a play.
All of these scenes, including those walking through them and even myself kneeling in front of them, seemed like a scene from a Peking opera, not reality. It must be a very solemn yet comical scene.
“Long… Ilso…”
Maybe it really is nothing more than a Peking opera.
Because wherever Jang Il-so walks, things like this only happen. Because it destroys the reality that ordinary people think of, things happen that feel like a scene from a play.
“Jang Ilsoooooooo!”
An animal-like howl erupted from the Byeok Sage’s mouth. It contains all the sorrow for those who have died, despair at the unacceptable reality, and hatred for the person who created this whole scene.
However, even after hearing the scream that seemed to tear out his entire internal organs, Jang Il-so did not show any particular emotion. I just smile a little deeper.
“Now, it’s Jang-il⋯⋯.”
The Wall Sage’s hands were shaking.
The disaster ahead of him flashed across his vision.
The blood-red long sleeves of the flames burning everything behind the back, flashy accessories, and even red lips.
Byeok Sage looked into the eyes of the disaster Jang Il-so.
In fact, Jang Il-so’s eyes were calm and serene. Instead of the madness or joy that criminals often display when committing murder, they even looked gloomy.
How on earth are we supposed to understand the calmest look in the eyes of the man who led this terrible massacre?
“Huh… Hmm…”
Anger, sadness, fear, and pain mixed together, and moans like sobs continued to escape.
Jang Il-so looked down at Byeok Hyeong-ja, who had collapsed and was covered in wounds.
It was clear that there would be harsh ridicule and ridicule. Other than that, we had nothing to share.
But surprisingly, Jang Il-so reacted differently than Byeok Sage expected.
He… smiled brightly.
There is no malice. Or perhaps I should explain that it is informal. Jang Il-so spoke in a friendly manner with a bright smile that did not contain even a single hint of ridicule.
“Now that I think about it… we are a spherical person, right? It has escalated so far. okay. How were you?”
The Byeok Sage’s fingertips scratched the ground at the kind and gentle greeting.
No amount of ridicule or criticism in the world can cause a person this much pain. No, even if poisonous daggers penetrated my lungs, it wouldn’t hurt like this. At least that dagger won’t destroy the soul.
“Why…”
Byeok Sage let go of the lower lip he was biting and opened his mouth. Blood flowed from the torn lip.
“Why… why are you here? why?”
“Hmm?”
“Why should you be in the Yangtze River? Why are you here! Why is it Cheongseong? why! why! Why us! why! Whyeeeeeeee! Whyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
A scream like the howl of an animal rang out in Cheongseong. Jang Il-so looked at the Byeok Sage as if he was rather amused.
“Why…”
He mumbled for a moment and then laughed.
“well. Why?”
“⋯⋯.”
“It became a little difficult to answer. There’s no particular reason. “I just wanted to do that. Is that your answer?”
“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
Bloody tears flowed from the Wall Sage’s eyes.
Is there such polite and affectionate ridicule? That devil shows no mercy even to those who are dying. It’s just ridiculed completely.
“Now, Jang Il-so… “Jang Ilsoooooooooooo!”
“Oh dear. It looks like you’re very angry. But there really is no reason.”
Jang Il-so walked a little closer to Byeok Sage.
“But if you have to give a reason, there must be at least one reason.”
“⋯⋯What is that?”
Jang Il-so’s voice penetrated the Byeok Sage’s ears.
“Because I’m weak.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Because you are the weakest. Because you can trample on it as much as you want without having to take any risks. “Like a lamb’s soft neck, you can easily suffocate it by biting it.”
“Yes you bastard…”
“Do we need any other reason than that?”
Bloody tears poured from the Wall Sage’s eyes. As the flames flickered and the shadows flickered, his face looked like the devil.
The Taoist teachings that Sage Byeok had followed throughout his life were simply meaningless at this moment.
All that remains is nothing but overwhelming hatred and anger.
“Aaaaaah!”
The Byeok Sage swung the sword he was holding with all his might. Toward that devil’s pure white neck.
Quack!
But before that, Jang Il-so’s hand pierced the Byeok Sage’s chest.
The Byeok Sage opened his eyes and slowly looked down at his chest. Thick red blood flowed down the white wrist that was stuck in the chest.
Jang Il-so said.
“I should have known.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Now there is no such thing as a safe place in this river.”
Byeok Sage’s body trembled like an aspen tree.
“Of course I like it. Cowards like you. Those who leisurely enjoy the blood while others fight and bleed. And those people who show up late and take away what was achieved with someone else’s blood, pretending to be sad, are the real people.”
It breaks.
It’s not just the body. Even his spirit is completely broken at this moment.
“It’s just disgusting.”
“⋯⋯.”
“The complacency of seeing the world burning but believing that the fire will only escape me disgusts me. “When I see people like that, I want to burn them myself.”
Jang Il-so smiled brightly.
“That’s the only reason. how is it? Still, isn’t it enough to hear it?”
Byeok Hyeon-ja reached out with both trembling hands and grabbed Jang Il-so’s hand, which was stuck in his chest.
“Wow, I hate you…”
“Hmm?”
“Wow… even if I become a vengeful… you… are cursed….” I… will… “Sincerity… resentment….”
The corner of Jang Il-so’s mouth twitched at the bloody words he spat out with all his might.
“Ha… Hahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
And then he burst into mad laughter.
“Why do things that cannot achieve things on their own always say the same thing? “If it falls apart, it’s over.”
Wow!
Jang Il-so’s remaining hand grabbed Byeok Sage’s hair.
“If I became a vengeful spirit and had the power to curse, I should have bitten it while I was alive! If you want something, you should fight for it, not wait! “If you really wanted it, you should have gotten it!”
Jang Il-so laughed, twisting his face grotesquely as he looked at Byeok Sage’s eyes as the light was fading out.
“But now you don’t have that chance.”
Crack!
Jang Il-so’s hand was immediately pulled out from his chest. The blood that followed the hand drew rough lines on the world, using it as a canvas.
The wall sage’s body slowly collapsed.
dump.
Even after I stopped breathing, I couldn’t close my eyes.
Cheongseong, one of the old schools and a prestigious school in Sichuan. It was an extremely shabby death, unbecoming of a man of great character.
Quack!
Jang Il-so, who trampled on the head of Byeok Sage and crushed half of it, lightly shook off the blood on his hands.
“Hmm.”
I slowly looked around.
Everything is burning.
Mountains, palaces, and people.
The mountain that was green when he climbed it is no longer there. The palace has lost its splendor of the past and collapsed, and the mountain that has been reduced to ashes will never regain its original form.
An extremely satisfied smile bloomed on Jang Il-so’s lips. An old moon like his smile hung in the night sky.
“Isn’t this pretty fancy? huh?”
The hem of the red long cloth was fluttering like crazy. It looked like a throbbing flame.
“Hahahaha. Hahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahaha!”
A flame flickered that would burn the world.
It was a blood-red flame named Jang Il-so.
