The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]
Chapter 82

“Silver!”

At the end of the twelve fortunes, Baek Pyo bowed to Jinmu.

His mind cleared, and his body was supremely at ease.

He didn’t even feel the pain he had been able to endure only by relying on alcohol.

“……”

“How can I repay all this favour!”

you can’t pay it back. He didn’t mean to repay the favour.

Although it was because of Chun Woo Myung, he felt his own responsibility, so he only eliminated his side effects.

But Baek-pyo shed his tears with an expression of emotion.

“Hey, don’t cry.”

“Yes.”

Baekpyo, who stopped crying like a lie at Jinmu’s words, smiled brightly.

He said he was being treated, but he seems to have left an unexpected side effect.

He (喜) and Ae (哀) were arbitrary.

“Hey, but it’s not all fixed.”

“…….Yes?”

“I just helped with fortune-telling with my own strength, but those who have learned the trick cannot learn other internal techniques.”

I don’t know if it’s a positive mind.

“Ah… yes? Then?”

“I can only do the chaegibeop.”

“……”

Baek-pyo’s face, which had been staring blankly, suddenly turned red.

“You bastard, Chun Woo-Myung! Give me such a feat!”

“……”

“I’ll kill you!”

Jinmu laughed awkwardly at Baekpyo’s burst of anger.

“Ha…but don’t be discouraged and listen carefully. Sneezing isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It absorbs vitality, but it’s very useful when used properly.”

“……?”

“It absorbs only a small amount. In other words, it does not have to be killed. Then morale will not seep through, so there will be no side effects.”

“Ah.”

How many times do you just admire?

“It’s the so-called delamination!”

Baekpyo suddenly claps his hand and likes it.

It seems that the emotions of not only Hee and Ae but also Noh (怒) and Rak (樂) are arbitrary. To be more precise, is your personality split or crazy? Someday it will be solved, And it’s peeling off. To be more precise, it is close to Mt. Jeokjinseong (積塵成山) and Mt.

Well, anyway, because it didn’t matter.

“But how do you know so much detail, Eun-Gong?”

Baekpyo tilted his head.

Hey, don’t ask me that because it’s difficult to answer, Jinmu smiles shyly.

“Anyway, thank you. Daehyeop. How should I repay all this grace.”

It’s pretty clear how this really happened. After asking a question, I quickly forget it, cry again, and I get tired of it. I should have just killed them all back then, but for doing something useless.

“Hum-Hum, okay, what are you going to do from now on?”

Baek Pyo pondered for a moment, and then he put on a sad expression.

“Even though Eun Gong forgave me and showed me a favour, it does not mean that my sins are gone.

“So you want to die?”

“Yes, but I think we should go home first.”

“To Guilin?”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have a younger brother. I have to help him raise the head of a hundred family members. And when that’s done, I plan to voluntarily disclose all my sins to the dead to me.”

“Are you willing?”

Jinmu frowned as he looked at Baekpyo.

“Yeah. I killed myself recklessly…”

Killing a Moorim is something that can’t be helped because it’s a life prepared for death as long as you have a sword.

However, the crime of killing ordinary people was not very welcome.

But the problem is that the sin came from Cheon Woo-myeong.

It was also because of the firewood,

Jinmu turned the topic into a terrible (?) guilty feeling.

“Hmm. By the way, didn’t you tell me to buy it? Then you must be affiliated with the contracting party?”

“Yes.”

“Will they let you go?”

“I have to let you go.”

will you let me go? No, with what kind of water do you live and don’t know the physiology of water savers?

Due to the nature of the slaughter group, they could be slaughtered if their skin were exposed.

So even if he secretly ran away, he would be pursued, and no matter how much he promised to keep his mouth shut, he could never get out off his feet while he was alive.

“Won’t you let me go?”

“Still, I can no longer commit murder as long as I come back to my senses. Even if I die.”

Baek Pyo made a firm resolve.

“Then I’ll see you soon. I will keep Eun Gong’s kindness in his heart for the rest of his life. And I will surely repay the favour.”

Do you reciprocate without knowing your name?

this crazy guy

Baek Pyo bowed his head toward Jinmu with difficulty.

How long does it take to bow down?

And then, jerk, swoosh. Jerk, swoosh.

Are you a snail…?

It is a little more than half a chapter to visit. One foot and swoosh, one foot and swoosh. And then until it trembles. It’s so pathetic. Just looking at the way you walk makes my heartache. If you go to the slaughter group in that state, you will surely die. You can’t even get a sympathy vote if you say you’re going to quit your job without any power. Of course, there may be a chance of winning if you fill the history with the chaegi method and replace it. His swordsmanship was so good that he could face a Tangi-class unmanned man if he had enough energy.

But that’s it. It will definitely be a one-to-many battle.

Ha, Jinmu sighs.

He wasn’t constrained enough to constrain himself, but he was strangely uneasy. Seriously, what a fucking bastard. You need to quickly learn the deep gong of the sheep and the gong of the mukryong honwon ball.

In this case, there seems to be confusion about identity. I keep trying to be nice.

First of all, “Help… I’ll give you.”

“Yes?”

“So that I can stop watering.”

“Ah…….”

Do not cry!

*** A bum village on the outskirts of Dongjeong Lake. The place where people who ruined their lives due to gambling debts and criminals who committed numerous crimes hid was the most dangerous crime zone in Dongdong Lake without an owner. Officials, let alone famous civilians, did not step in recklessly.

It was a perfect place for secret people to hide, as lawlessness itself was established as a system.

Perhaps for that reason, the atmosphere of the bum village had subsided, and I felt that even the place where the sun was shining was dark. A bum village with a bright morning.

A giant man in a black robe and bamboo ribs came to the noodle shop that was always open early for drunks who got drunk late into the night. It was a dress that could be questioned in the city centre of Gwando, but it was a very familiar outfit in a bum village.

It was because most of the people there did not want to reveal their identities.

“Master. Here’s a bowl of noodles.”

Geohan sat back to back with an old man in shabby clothes who had already been seated and ordered.

While the noodles were rolling, the black rib giant mumbled in a low voice.

“There is no news from Baek Pyo.”

At those words, the old man’s eyebrows frowned slightly.

The old man’s name is universal. He was dressed like a beggar on the street, but in reality, he was the leader of a well-known salsu group in Dongdong Lake.

“Has it failed?”

“I don’t know. The contract is alive, and Baek Pyo disappeared from the house and never appeared in the butcher’s shop.”

“Hmm.”

The general-purpose old man made a slightly puzzled expression.

It was surprising.

Samsaldang (三殺堂), led by a general old man, was a secretly known salsu group on the night streets of Dongdongho Lake.

One-year-old, Cho-Rip, a giant of Juk-Rip, came to visit him. Lee Sal and Hyunmuk are called silent killers. And a three-year-old white vote. Samsaldang’s exclusive salsu.

They have never failed to kill once.

In particular, Baek Pyo was a person who had an excellent method of killing but was hardly understood.

He was always drunk with his usual dirty appearance, and although he had a characteristic eerie atmosphere, he never seemed uninhabited.

But he could live anyway.

They didn’t ask about each other’s past. It was a job that only had to be done to make money by killing the target that was supposed to be killed.

Baek-pyo was the one who showed the skill of special-level killing at once with only a few killings. The very clean traces were left on the bodies of the murderers. He knew that he had excellent skills as Sobaek-Jeong, whom he usually excavates, but that alone could not explain his skills.

Also, although he wasn’t good at stealth or light work, no one had ever seen him before. It was a story that was talked about quite a bit in the watershed world, as a person who was usually difficult even to walk did not leave a trace and succeeded unconditionally in every killing.

What happened?’

The eyes of the general-purpose old man playing with chopsticks sank coldly.

Their secret order was delivered by Uchil of Yeowaru. As always, when the order arrived, the contract was found dead the next day. After he joined Samsaldang, it was repeated as if it were a daily routine.

There was a change in that daily life. The contract was alive and walking, and he disappeared from his residence. The change was not good.

Something was unsettling.

“Cholip, tell Isal.”

“Following the white vote.”

“Yes. Salju.”

The noodles rolled out while the black rib giant and Cho-rib gave a brief reply.

The two did not talk anymore, and the old man, who had finished eating at some point, disappeared with his back on his crooked waist.

“Eun-gong? Are you saying you’re waiting here?”

Baek-pyo didn’t hear Jin-mu’s name, so he was just ‘Eun-gong’.

only called

“Yes.”

short answer.

It was as if there was no need to even think about it.

Baek Pyo tilted his head.

After finishing treatment for his side effects, Jinmu took him and went straight to the quiet streets of Dongdongho Lake. He did not go to a butcher shop, nor did he go to the residence of Baek Pyo.

They were on the street near the butcher shop.

All they did in the morning was sit down, eat and drink tea in crowded places. There were many passersby, so if you knew him, you could quickly replace him.

If the three-year-old Dang chases after him, he is deliberately revealing himself.

Why?

“curious?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you waiting without doing anything? And why are you acting so deliberately in the public eye.”

”

Yes.”

“It’s stupid. Did you say you belong to a samsal party or something?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know the location?”

“I know it’s roughly in a bum village.”

“You’re saying you don’t know the exact location.”

“…Yeah. Because I’ve always only received contract notes and contracts.”

“So. You shouldn’t go.”

“……?”

Baek-pyo tilted his head with a curious expression and smiled.

“Think about it. You didn’t commit murder.”

“By the way?”

“It should have been done, but since we waited another day, they will be wondering and looking for you.”

No doubt it will.

It was Jinmu, who served Salmak (殺幕), a famous watering group in Sapaecheon, as his subordinate. The menstruation of the salaried people was crisp.

The more secretive they are, the more suspicious they are, even more so for those who make human life their business.

“At the same time, you can’t go to his base without knowing the exact location.”

“is that so?”

“……”

Why the hell do I even have to explain this?

But Jinmu, who thought it was also due to side effects, continued to speak kindly.

“If you go without even knowing their size and location, you are likely to suffer damage again.

Baek Pyo had an expression that he did not understand at all, but he only listened silently.

“The basis of all battles is to start by occupying a position of advantage. We do not know them, so we have to bring them to an advantage. This is also the basis of strategy.”

“…… I See.”

He calmly nodded his head to answer, but looking at Baekpyo’s face that he didn’t know at all, Jinmu let out a sigh.

Although his madness and magic had faded and he returned to his original personality, it only lasted a day. The damage to the brain was also so severe that it would take a long time to fully recover. Aren’t even the emotions jagged? In a situation like this, you want to go into the middle of an enemy camp you don’t know well? How much more so now with the body of a white pyo?

That sounds crazy. He could not protect his white vote from the attacks of the slayers, even though he did not know him. A sigh comes out. No, that’s why we’re going to suck up the insides with the sneezing method.

To be so stubborn that you can’t absorb vitality for no reason. Since when did my guy say that he was a faction?

Baek Pyo, unable to take a bet, looked like he was about to collapse right away, even standing still.

“Okay. Okay.”

Jinmu has already finished the preparations.

He dragged a white ticket to a crowded street and deliberately exposed his actions.

The sun had crossed the mountain, and the night was approaching. As darkness came, it was time for the shadows to move in earnest.

The three-year-old party that Baek-pyo is a member of. They will definitely come.

And,

“Come on, shall we go?”

“Yes?”

It was not until dusk, when the sun went over the Seosan Mountain, that Jinmu got up from his seat.

“It looks like a guest has arrived.”

Jinmu grinned, but Baekpyo still looked puzzled.