The 13th disciple of the Grand Hwasan faction.

The Three Great Prosecutors’ Office.

Plum Blossom Screening Chung-Myung ( 매 매).

Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, fell to rest on the summit of 100,000 mountains.

Over a hundred years, come back to life as a child.

By the way…

What? Is wasan going to fail?

What the hell are you talking about?

If it’s ruined, it’s human nature to save it.

« Oh, my God, I’m here. Who cares? »

Plum blossoms always lose.

However, when spring comes after a chilly winter, plum blossoms bloom in full bloom again.

« But I’ll kill him before he lives again! If you fail, you’ll have to do it right, you bastards! »

Chung-Myung’s struggle to save the ruined Hawasan faction begins.

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Seo ())

« This… »

The teeth are engaged as if they were going to break.

How much strength was put into the clenched fist, and dark red blood is flowing out of the palm of the nail.

I can’t control my twitching body.

An anger that seemed to whiten his head overtook him.

Red.

Everything is red.

Everything in sight was colored with dark red blood.

The mountain peak, which had been greened by recording only a day ago, was covered with human blood and changed its color in just one day.

the fatal shears

Now all that remained here was death.

What did you have to bleed for?

Chung-Myung raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword stuck in his shoulder. The blade of the broken plum sword is pulled out.

His body is not normal either.

The left arm was torn off and only the sleeves were fluttering, and neither leg was half-cut and could not function properly. But more serious than that was a big hole in his stomach, the size of a child’s head.

But Chung-Myung didn’t feel any pain.

Compared to the mental pain that seems to be torn apart, the pain in the body is nothing.

« ……long death sentence. »

In his eyes came the image of the long-length man, Cheon Mun, who had become a disastrous corpse.

What was so unfair?

What’s so unfair, can’t I close my eyes even if I die?

It is not just the long story.

« Priest… »

The image of Chong Gong, who died with his waist cut in half, is painfully stuck in his eyes.

« Something. »

Everyone is dead.

Climbing this mountain together, all the death penalty that had vowed to defend the river and spread the name of Hawasan to the world, went to places where they could not return.

All the qualities that followed them up this mountain.

Chung-Myung clenched his teeth.

It’s a noble sacrifice. It’s a death that’s greater and more consultative.

But who dares praise this death?

How dare you!

Chung-Myung slowly turned his head.

I stared at the main culprit who created all this with great hatred.

The devil from heaven.

A group of evil spirits that have stained the world with blood, the doctrines of the devil.

Who the world calls Heavenly Demon.

Even in this terrible hellhole, Heavenly Demon seemed more serene. His still standing still in the bloodbath caused strange feelings even to Chung-Myung, who prides himself on hating him the most in the world.

No, serenity doesn’t suit him right now.

For those who have dozens of swords stuck in their whole bodies and two windows piercing their stomachs, there is no such thing as peace.

Everyone gave their lives to make that demon look like that.

The final death squad consisting of twenty literary factions, including Gu Il-bang, and the elite of the elite. The clash between them all and Heavenly Demon resulted in a co-destruction.Will they be satisfied?

Will those who died here be satisfied with this result and close their eyes?

It can’t be.

Even if they were satisfied and pleased, only Chung-Myung could not. All he could do was control his burning hatred and anger.

At that moment.

Heavenly Demon opened her eyes still.

His eyes, transparently empty, stare at Chung-Myung.

And his mouth opens slowly.

« ……Hwasan. »

The first thing that came out of his mouth was the two letters « Hwasan ».

Hwasan.

The two letters stuck in Chung-Myung’s chest like a white man flow out of that demon’s mouth.

« I’m sorry to hear that, wasan’s student. If I could survive here, I’d be honored for killing me for the rest of my life. »

« ……shut up. »

« You can be proud enough. Your sword eventually reached me, although there was help from many. I accept that in the name of Heavenly Demon, your sword, Hawasan’s sword, is the best in the world. »

« Shut up! »

It’s hateful to even put the name Hwasan on that cursed mouth.

« That’s too bad. »

Heavenly Demon is dying.

No matter how much it is, it is the first person who has reached the sky, but it cannot survive only when the Danjeon is penetrated and all the five intestines are cut off.

Glow reflection.

Now Heavenly Demon is just the last struggle before the end of its life.

But why? What makes a dying man so relaxed?

Heavenly Demon was an incomprehensible creature that he couldn’t understand at all.

« If I had one more day, I would truly be worthy of the name Heavenly Demon. But this, too, must be my destiny. »

Chung-Myung grabbed the blade from his shoulder with all his might. A sharp sharp blade penetrated the palm of the hand, but such a thing is good.

One step.

Another step.

Towards the end of this long and terrible war, Chung-Myung limped towards Heavenly Demon.

As Chung-Myung approached, Heavenly Demon’s eyes remained colorless and transparent.

« Remember, student of Hawasan. This is not the end. Ma will be back again. And then truly the Mado world will open up. No one can stop it.…. »

Screaming!

The sound of the sword cutting through the air resonated at the top of the quiet mountain.

Took.

Heavenly Demon’s neck, which had been cut off, rolled to the floor. Chung-Myung trampled on Heavenly Demon’s head, still staring at him with clear eyes.

« This… »

The war is over.

The world will remember this war as a triumph for the dead. But Chung-Myung knows. There is no such thing as victory here. No one, no one has ever won.

Chung-Myung, who had finally lost strength in his legs, collapsed on the spot. The inevitable death was coming to him, too.

Chung-Myung looked up and looked up at the sky.

Even though so much blood was flowing and so many people were dying, the sky was still blue enough to be indifferent.

What happens to Hawasan now?’

Everyone who climbed the Great Mountain to kill Heavenly Demon died. There are people left. Even then, even they will groan at this near-destructive damage.

But none of the Moonists was as badly damaged as Hawasan.

« Long death penalty… I told you. »

I told you not to give everything to the consultation.

All of Hawasan’s celadon ships were buried here.And all the white porcelain boats along the celadon boat died.

All that’s left is children who don’t have power.

And…

Regret. There was nothing but regret.

Was it meaningful?

Was the blood that Hawasan shed here really meaningful?

« I don’t know. Long death penalty… … »

Chung-Myung’s body slowly fell sideways.

His fallen eyes are covered with red blood, white robes, and five-leaf plum blossoms carved on them.

Just the death of a no man.

The lonely end of closing one’s eyes in the absence of a single observer. It is the death of Hawasan, who abandoned his life like a candle using a plum blossom sword he had been holding for his entire life as a tombstone.

« ……but you’re better than me. »

There’s something to cry about.

Because Chung-Myung is crying for them.

Chung-Myung’s blurred gaze followed Jang Moon-in’s figure.

‘I’m sorry, Long Death.’

Wouldn’t you have saved one if you were more devoted to nothing?

If I hadn’t lived a stupid life, listening to my teacher and my death penalty.

Would it have been a little different if we had truly won Hawasan’s sword, not a false name for nothing?

Useless.

It is also futile.

All that remains is just regret.

And there was nothing but worry about the inquest.

Plum blossoms always fall.’

Also, when a cold winter comes, it blooms again.

‘Hwasan.’

Chung-Myung’s consciousness grew distant.

The 13th disciple of the Grand Hwasan faction.

The Three Great Prosecutors’ Office.

Plum Blossom Screening Chung-Myung ( 매 매).

After hitting the neck of Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept at the top of 100,000 mountains.

It was one of the few lines he left in the world.

I had a dream.

No, Chung-Myung didn’t know if it was a dream, a memory, or just a flashlight. I didn’t know if he was dead, dying, or not.

What you see is just the past.

A very childhood memory.

The way he first entered Hawasan.

A landscape where I trained with the death penalty.

And it was him who could not adapt to the rigid rules of the door and went out.

– You’re a doer before you’re a doer. You don’t know that power without limits is just violence?

Obvious nagging.

I was sick of it.

Therefore, he became a disciple of Hwasan and did not fully follow his teachings. Although his natural talent was so outstanding that he earned the undeserved nickname of plum blossom screening, he was a heretic of Hawasan.

Why didn’t I know?

Even if teaching doesn’t fit the bill, even if it all feels boring…Everything about himself came from Hasan. How much I’ve been in awe of Hwasan.

It was a late realization and a late regret.

If I had put a little more weight on teaching, and if I could have been a little stronger, I might have changed this terrible ending. If it had been….

– Do you regret it?

Chung-Myung accepted the softly echoing voice.

This is the voice of the death penalty.

Long death penalty, his father, his brother, his family, his goal.

The one who wanted to follow but couldn’t, so he had to turn a blind eye.

Yes. I regret it.

I regret it. Death penalty

– There’s nothing to regret.

There is a subtle warmth in the voice of the death penalty.

But it wasn’t Hawaiian.

…the death penalty.

– One.

I think I can hear the death penalty laugh.

Endlessly warm, endlessly loving.

– Still, it’s Hawaiian.’

Argh!

Still, angry…

Like this?

Huh? Like this?

« Screaming! Argh! »

I feel a terrible rage in my head.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

What kind of pain is this? It didn’t hurt like this when your arms and legs were cut off.

« 처, Heavenly Demon? »

Isn’t he dead?

His name instinctively raised both hands and covered his head. If he’s not dead yet, we’ll have to cut him off again somehow…….

« What’s wrong with you? »

But it wasn’t the voice of Heavenly Demon that came back, but the voice of anyone who heard it was chilling and twisted.

« Huh? »

When I open my eyes, I see a strange face.

« You’re a beggar, aren’t you? »

It’s a beggar. It’s an open beggar. The knot on the waistline is only one thing. In good words, it is the terminal beggar who is now open to the public, and in bad words, it is the upper beggar among the beggars.

A beggar with a grumpy face was looking at Chung-Myung.

« What the hell? »

I don’t understand the situation.

Chung-Myung tilted his head and glanced at the beggar. The beggar’s face starts to turn into irritation after seeing the reaction. It looks really mean.

« Heavenly Demon is freezing to death! This son of a b*tc* is very sleep talking. f*ck you, motherf*cker! Everyone else went begging, but why are you sleeping like that? Didn’t I tell you I’d give you a hard time if I showed you one more slack? Is this speaker funny? »

The beggar spun the baton in his hand.

Wait a minute.

‘I mean, that’s…… are you threatening me?’

« Huh? »

A laugh burst out of my mouth.

I don’t understand the situation, but it doesn’t have to be interpreted according to the situation.Who is Chung-Myung?

Among the many and many inspections in the world, Chung-Myung is one of the top three. The world praised his sword as the essence of Hawasan’s martial arts and praised it as a high epithet of plum blossom inspection.

In addition, the horse is no match for him, two of the three other prosecutors. Didn’t even the Heavenly Demon acknowledge his sword as the best in the world at the last moment?

Even if an open ark comes, he won’t be able to raise his head firmly in front of him.

But a threat?

At risk, fish, fish?

« Huh? Huh? Did you just laugh? »

A beggar looks at him with dumbfounded eyes.

« Hey, speaker. »

« Hey? »

« I don’t think I understand what’s going on, but I’ll put it down. »

« Hahahaha. Hahahaha. »

The beggar began to laugh as if he were absolutely dumbfounded. Chung-Myung also frowned at the sight.

How dare you react like that in front of yourself.

At that moment, the beggar suddenly hit Chung-Myung on the head with a battagubong.

Huh.

That’s absurd.

How dare you do this to me, knowing who I am? I think we need to fix this beggar’s habit today.

First of all, stop this slow club!

Chung-Myung lifted his right arm slowly. For now, grab that club and make the gap in skills…….

…Huh?

What?

« Slow?

Why are my arms so slow?

The club is flying, but Chung-Myung’s hands have yet to reach the club.

No, I’m sure you should be holding that club the moment you make up your mind. Oh, is the injury not better yet?

Then do your best…….

Huh? What’s this?

Chung-Myung’s eyes were wide open.

A club is seen flying toward his head in the middle of the view. And a small hand appeared at the end of the vision. A small hand moving toward the club at a slow pace.

It’s so small and…….

Is it short?

What?

This can’t be short. If it’s short, you can’t stop it.….

The beggar-wielding club touched Chung-Myung’s arm and settled on the top of his head.

Coooooooooooooong!

I hear thunder in my head.

Down.

Chung-Myung’s body, shocked by the collapse of the world, neatly fell back.

Flinch. Flinch.

Chung-Myung’s body cramps on the floor.

Miscellaneous thoughts such as how the situation goes and how to deal with it disappear neatly from my head. All that remained was the pain of heaven and earth opening.

« Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! »

Chung-Myung rolled around with his head in his hand.

It didn’t hurt like this when my arm was ripped off by Heavenly Demon!

« You son of a b*tc*! »

The beggar, who hit Chung-Myung on the head, now spat on his hand and started beating him in earnest.

« Find out what’s going on, figure it out? I’ll make sure you know the situation today! If he’s gonna go crazy, he’s gonna go crazy! Did you get hot? Falcon is the best medicine in the heat, man! »

The club flamboyantly slaps Chung-Myung’s body.

« Argh! Argh! Argh! Are you crazy? Can’t quit right now……. Argh! »

« Die, die! »

« Oh, it hurts! Argh! »

Chung-Myung’s cry began to change little by little due to the hectic beating.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

« You poor thing! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to open a murder today……. »

« Open up! Please open up, man! »

« Argh! Argh! Why can’t I block it? Argh! »

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! »Well… moderately……. No, no! Argh! »

There is no hesitation in the chorus.

« ……Save me…… »

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

« Sa, save me. Oh, oh, oh, oh, my God! »

It was Chung-Myung, who was beaten like a dog from the start, as if to suggest that the new life ahead would never be smooth.

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« ……Oh, it hurts my pride. »

Chung-Myung grabbed and pulled out the cloth that he had stuck in his nose.

« Ouch, aya. »

I feel a sour pain in my nose. Chung-Myung’s face was stained with a sense of emptiness as soon as he saw the dirty cloth.

What do you mean nosebleed?

It’s not even a nosebleed that’s bleeding back from internal injuries, it’s a nosebleed that’s being beaten up!

Does this make any sense?

It wasn’t just nosebleeds. There’s not a single place in the whole body.

Not to mention the black, blue, bruised eyelids, it felt like there was no intact bone. Have you ever been beaten to the point of rusting like this?

I’ve never been hit like this even though I’ve been through all kinds of accidents in Hawaii, which boasts strict discipline, and I never thought I’d get that first experience through a street beggar.

« You’re going to screw up.…. »

The touch of a beggar wielding a baton smelled like an expert. The beating, which left no part of the body behind, was almost an art form.

If it weren’t for you, you’d clap for me.….

« You open-minded bastards. I’ll dry the seeds. »

It is simply outrageous now.

Chung-Myung, who could not overcome rising fever and irritation, lay down and struggled. But it’s just my body that’s in pain.

« No, more than that……. »

Chung-Myung jumped up and approached the stream. And he peered his head forward.

I can see a young face that I’ve never seen before. When Chung-Myung distorted his face, the young man distorted his face, and when Chung-Myung sighed, the young man sighed.

« ……what’s going on here? »

Why do you see a young man’s face in the water?

No, it’s not. It’sounds good. It is understandable that the face has changed. Anyway, isn’t the younger the better? Too young to be young, but younger than older.

Moreover, no matter how much I think about it, this face is more handsome than Chung-Myung’s. So it doesn’t have much to complain about.

The part of the complaint is that the body has become younger together.

It’s short.

His arms and legs are shorter than his original. This is not because the body shape is short by birth, but because it is the body of a child who has not yet grown.

In addition, growing up, the momttungeori pijuktto not only not spoken, a bony skeleton. I’m still weak and hungry, so it’s hard to raise a hand.

Oh, that’s right.

Anyway!

« So…. »

in conclusion

« It means I’m alive. »

I may not be appropriate to say. No matter how much you look at him, he’s not Chung-Myung. The old man, who was close to eighty, became a child’s body.

The plum blossom inspection Chung-Myung is not alive, but the plum blossom inspection Chung-Myung entered the body of a beggar child. It’s also with a whole memory.

« The ghost must be in a stately. »

Is this what Buddhism calls reincarnation?

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have joined Hawasan, I’d have joined Sorim.

Chung-Myung, who tried hard to ignore the sudden deepening anxiety, raised his hand and scratched his head.

« Ouch! »

My whole body throbbed as I moved my hands violently. The more I think about it, the more I get angry. »It won’t make a difference if you make a fuss about it. »

It’s not a dream, it’s not an illusion.

I’ve suspected Heavenly Demon to have done the trick, but if he could do this vivid trick, Heavenly Demon would have already ruled the world.

I don’t know how, but I have to admit that all this is real anyway.

Then, it is very clear what Chung-Myung should do from now on.

« ………I need to figure out what the hell is going on. »

Chung-Myung, who jumped out of his seat, started running again toward the beggar’s den. No, I was going to run.

« Oops. »

Couldn’t take a few steps back and sank back into the seat.

« You hit me like a sore thumb, you beggar. »

Chung-Myung’s eyes began to burn.

« No matter what the circumstances are, I’m bound to be open. »

Death and survival did not mean that the dirty personality would go anywhere.

He soon got back on his feet and waddled and walked to the den.

I think you’re crazy.’

Gu Chil looked at Chung-Myung with a serious look on his face.

« Did he get knocked out of his mind?’

I did get hit a bit hard.

Wangcho used to beat people a little too hard, but he really beat them up today. If you catch a dog on a dog day, you won’t beat it like that.

Didn’t those who would have tried to stop Wang Chow somehow not even think about stopping him under the influence of that spirit? So it’s normal for a person to be bothered by now…….

« So you’re saying I’m a beggar? »

« His body is fine, but his head is gone?’

The beggar is asking if he’s a beggar.

Is there another case like this?

Obviously this guy is a little weird today. No, it’s very strange.

I thought I would hit the ground running hard one day because I usually had a feeling of being lazy. I was caught because I was especially unlucky today, but it was similar to how I usually goofed around. If it wasn’t today, I would have been beaten once.

If you can’t eat with your own hands, you’ll starve to death or get beaten to death. That’s the rule of burrows.

Dogs or people come to their senses for a while after being beaten. That’s normal.

But if it doesn’t, it’s now in front of course.

« I’m really living in a place like this? That can’t be true. »

« ……no snow? »

« Huh? »

« It doesn’t seem so hard to figure out what you’re wearing. »

Chung-Myung lowered his head. I can see the rags by putting all kinds of cloth together. It was a rag that you wouldn’t even know it was clothes if it was thrown away.

The average person would nod back at this point, but Chung-Myung didn’t know how to give up.

« You don’t have a name? »

Gu Chil sighed low.

« Where’s the beggar’s name? I’ll just name it roughly and sing it. You are the first three. »

« ……it sounds like a beggar’s name. »

Look, I’m not feeling very well.

« Of all things, beggars. I can’t believe this is happening. »

« ……. »

« Around the age of sixteen? »

« How does a beggar know his age? »

« He does, too. »

There are more than one or two strange things.

From the way you talk to the way you behave, everything has changed. I can’t believe it’s a change caused by a severe blow to the head. Besides, aren’t you asking me now that you don’t know anything?

« Then what year is it now? »

« ……I’ve seen all the beggars who count the days. You want me to be a beggar counting the sun? »

« You look like a real bum. »

Gu Chil raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids. Being tired and hungry is always a beggar’s life, but at this moment, I feel more tired than usual.

« Then let me ask you a question. »

« ……you’ve been asking until now. »

« Do you know Heavenly Demon? »

Gu Chil distorted his eyes.

« What happened to Heavenly Demon earlier, and why is Heavenly Demon suddenly looking for it? »

« Answer first. »

« You know, everyone knows Heavenly Demon. It’s a pot that died a hundred years ago. »

« What? »

« Cannabis… »

At that moment Cho Sam rushed to Gu Chil and grabbed him by the collar.

« Heavenly Demon has been dead for a hundred years? A hundred years? Did you say a hundred years? What? »

« ……. »

I think it’s really gone.

« I’m telling you. »

« It’s not a falsehood. It’s a lie. »

« What’s the point of lying to you? Good swimmers are no pijuktto. « Chung-Myung, glaring, soon let go of GuChil’s hand by the collar with a look of dismay. Then he suddenly started scratching his head.

‘Certainly crazy.’

That’s all I can think of when I look at that face. It seems to be mesmerized, and it seems to be lost in taste. Gu Chil first learned that a person’s face can express such a variety of « flustered ».

« A hundred years? »

« Do you want me to say it again? »

« ……it’s spinning. »

Chung-Myung looked up with a dejected face.

I thought it would comfort me a little if I could see the blue sky, but all I could see was the ceiling of the black hut. It’s as gloomy as Chung-Myung’s heart now.

« You mean it’s been a hundred years? »

Now it’s time to get annoyed, Gu Chil bawls.

« Why do you keep repeating what you said? It’s been a hundred years! The Jungwon Forest Club faced Heavenly Demon at the top of Mt. 100,000 and eventually slit their necks. »Yes, Daesan Blood Death is about a hundred years ago! »

« ……I got it. »

That’s driving me crazy.

Chung-Myung looked at Gu Chil with a vain face.

I don’t know if you don’t know anything.’

The guy who threshed Chung-Myung with excitement a little while ago was the one who opened the door. That means that this guy in front of us is also one step open.

Isn’t it usually called a hundred thousand degrees of openness?

But opening up is not the greatest thing in the world, and you can’t feed and put 100,000 Mundo to sleep. Although it is rumored to be a good idea for the topic of beggar breakwater, there is a limit to funding.

Most of the 100,000 open roads were just beggars like Gu Chil, which is now on the horizon. Opening up gives these beggars the name of « no opening » or « no knotless beggars » and treats them appropriately.

This means that even beggars who roll around in the author are more knowledgeable about Murim’s information than most people.

Then, it should be considered to be credible to some extent. There is nothing more to see if you know exactly that the group gathered from each faction at that time was on Daesan Mountain.

« Oh, crazy. A hundred years. »

Five times a river and a mountain is a time of change.

Now you have to admit it. That he was reborn by borrowing someone else’s body.

But…

Why don’t you let me be born right after I die?’

A hundred years later, everyone who knew him would have died. Of course, even if it hadn’t been 100 years, most of the people who had known him died in Daesan, but isn’t this still different?

No matter how unattended Chung-Myung is, he cannot have shared the relationship only with the same fighters. Among those he knew were merchants and Yangmin. But a hundred years later, there’s no chance they’re alive.

I feel like I’m alone in the world.

‘No matter what happens, it gets tangled up like this. If you do this, then even Hwasan…….’

« Huh? Wait a minute, wasan! »

Chung-Myung suddenly jumped out of his seat and screamed, and Gu Chil closed his eyes as if he had resigned.

Now it’s not that surprising.

« Hwasan, what happened to him? »

« What are you talking about? »

« What happened to Hwasan? »

« Hwasan? »

« Yes! »

« What is Hwasan? »

« ……Huh? »

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide.

Don’t you know Hwasan? Open beggar?

« Come on, don’t mess with me. What’s the situation with the Hawasanites? » »Hwasan파? »

Gu Chil tilted his head.

You don’t know?

You don’t know?

The Hawaiian faction?

« You don’t know one of the old file rooms, the Hawasan faction? Hey, this… … »

« Old file room? What are you talking about? There’s no Hawaiian blue in the old file room. »

« ……no? »

« Sorim, shaman, Jongnam, Jeomchang, Gongdong, Cheongseong, ARMY, Haenam, Gonryun. Open. You can open the door like this. »

« Hae, Haenam, that island chump came in with the old file room? Oh, no, wait a minute, that’s not the point. Has Has Hasan fallen out of Gupa? »

Gu Chil sighed softly.

‘Do I have to call a congressman?’

I guess we have to do something about it. It’s gone even if it’s gone.

« Hwasan, did he miss the old file room? No, let’s just say that’s possible! But you don’t know the Hawasanites? They say rich people can go down for three years! Open beggar doesn’t know the Hawasanites? »

If he had the spirit to call the person right in front of him a beggar, he would not starve to death anywhere. Even if I could be beaten to death.

Chung-Myung now jumped on Gu Chil, grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him.

« Does this make sense? Does this make sense? »

Gu Chil’s head was stripped of its strength.

« You really don’t know, Hwasan? You don’t know the Hwasanites? Hwasan을? »

« ……Hwasan. »

« Yes, wasan! »

Gu Chil tilted his head.

« Come to think of it, I heard there was such a cult on the island. »

Chung-Myung’s eyes were wide open.

« Yes, on the island, yes island! Hawasan on the island. »

« As far as I know, it’s ruined. »

« ……What? »

I’m out of breath.

« I don’t know if there was a Hwasan faction in the old file room, but I think I’ve heard the story that the famous Hwasan faction was ruined by the war. I don’t know exactly. If you want to know more, tell your superiors……. »

What the hell are you talking about? Is wasan going to fail?

Hwasan이? Hwasan’s screwed up?

« What nonsense is this beggar talking about? »

Gu Chil looked up at the ceiling with slightly dampened eyes.

Even if you tell me everything you know, the only thing that comes back is swearing. That’s why you shouldn’t collect black-haired animals.

« No, I don’t believe it! »

Chung-Myung pushed Gu Chil and jumped to his feet.

« I’m gonna have to check it out myself! »

Gu Chil screamed as he saw Chung-Myung running outside.

« Hey, if you don’t do it properly by evening, Wangchow will kill you! Stop wasting your time and get to work! »

But Chung-Myung walked out without even listening to Gu Chil.

« ……What’s wrong with him today? »

Gu Chil, who couldn’t understand Chung-Myung who suddenly changed, tilted his head.

* * *

« ……Huh. »

Is this the face of a merchant who lost his entire fortune?

Chung-Myung’s face, sitting in a corner of the street, was filled with despondency.

At first, the idea was what Ungae would know if he recognized it.

Come to think of it, the power of the literary faction may be tilted because the great disciples and the great disciples of Hwasan were annihilated in the battle, which is now called Daesan Bloodsa.

In the meantime, you could be pushed out of the old file room.

But no matter how many times I think about it, how could Hwasan, who came to the world, become a beggar in just a hundred years?

It sounds like a beggar’s door…….

Anyway, this beggar just doesn’t know, and others thought they might know Hawasan.

But the result was the same no matter who was asked.You mean the mountain on the island?

– Hwasan파? Is there Mufa in Wasan?

– I’ve never heard of such a door group.

Who the f*ck is holding a man’s sleeve? Do you want to die?

Oh, except for the last one.

I don’t know.

No one knows.

« Does this make any sense? »

What kind of literary group is Hwasan?

Although there are numerous checkpoints in the world, there are no more famous checkpoints in the world than Hawasan’s. It is a little vague to say that it is the most famous inspection in the world, but no one could disagree that it is one of the three most famous literary groups in the world, along with shaman and Namgung Sega.

But you don’t know?

« Huh…. »

This was the most positive response.

– Hwasan파? I think I’ve heard of it. Isn’t that a famous check? Heard you were knocked out by Heavenly Demon? Is it still there?

Is that was a disaster?

« What is this sound of a ghost washing up and forgetting. »

Rather, it would be more realistic that the imperial palace caught fire and the emperor fled in the wind.

I can’t believe he’s screwed! Hwasan이!

The last image of the long death penalty glistened in front of me.

Jang Moon-haeng, who was always smiling with a gentle face, was down with a bizarre face that was hard to describe.

Rather, I’m glad I’m alive again.’

If he had survived and heard the wonderful news, he would have vomited blood and died again by now.

« No, no, no! »

Chung-Myung jumped out of his seat.

« I need to see it with my own eyes! »

No matter how low the tide is, it’s been around for hundreds of years. I can’t believe it until I see it with Chung-Myung’s eyes.

« We’re going to Hawasan! »

Go, check it out!

Chung-Myung’s eyes began to burn.

It was the moment when a huge event began that would cause a flat wind in the calm river.