Beastly and Fearlessly - Chapter 83



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Episode 83

The rain stopped.

I went back down to the first floor of the guest house.

Umochi, who had just gone outside, was running in frightened.

“Oh, no. What is this? The rain stopped, so I went out to get some fresh air, and there are corpses strewn all over the place. And not just one. I saw six corpses.”

“If you’re talking about the guys lying in the grass, there are twenty-two in total. There are seven more lying on this floor.”

“Huh, huh? I didn’t hear anything?”

Unlike Umochi, who was flustered, Nok Seungseo’s expression was calm.

“Thirty people killed. Now it feels like I’ve really come to the Central Plains.”

It seems like this guy Nok Seung-seo has some strange preconceptions about the Central Plains.

“By the way, you look good together.”

He looked at my clothes and asked me.

I’m wearing the night clothes I prepared just in case.

I feel a bit strange wearing these clothes.

I feel like I’ve gone back to my previous life when I was called Hong-an-gwi.

I was hoping I would never have to wear it again… … .

Maybe it’s a lie.

If that was the case, I shouldn’t have prepared a nightgown.

And since there is no size that fits this body, they even make it to order.

“Nokseungseo, can I borrow your sword?”

The prize for winning the martial arts competition given by the leader.

That’s also a sword made by Noh Cheong-bong, so it should be able to withstand the Red Dragon’s power to some extent, but it’s not the right size for me.

So I gave it to Nok Seung-seo as a gift.

For him, he got a good sword along with the scorpion.

“It was originally yours, so I can’t borrow it. But where are you going with this sword?”

“Hmm. Well, I’m just going out to get some fresh air, so don’t worry. I’ll probably be back before the sun rises. Oh, and there’s still a tofu sleeping on this floor, so take care of him.”

Holding the Nokseungseo sword feels like holding the seiken of a past life.

Small and thin.

Of course, that means that to me now.

“Then I’ll be back.”

Would you like to see what the juniors’ skills are like?

* * *

Yeomosan. Salmak Junggyeong Branch.

“Keke. He’s such an interesting guy. I regret grumbling when Makju first told me to go down to Chungking.”

Wi Ji-woon threw his head back and chuckled.

“Oh, no. This isn’t something to laugh about. The first and second-class assassins of the Chongqing branch were all killed.”

“Hey, Yang Buntaju. This is a rural area, so it’s first-class. If it were Sacheon, where the main plot was, they would be guys who wouldn’t even be on the second-rate side. What’s the big deal about thirty of those guys?”

“What did you just say? You’re not even a second-rate person.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down. We’ll take care of it from now on. I tried blowing your nose without touching you, but it didn’t work.”

And he gave instructions to the person standing behind him with an expressionless face.

Of the twenty first-class assassins who came down with him, the three most skilled were sitting together in the conference room.

“The secret killings are now over.”

“We are already preparing the rabbit net.”

A tomang is a type of rabbit hunt.

If the Heavenly Net confines the target in one place, the Earth Net forces them to the desired location.

A Salmak’s Tomb requires twenty first-class salsels and one special salsel.

This is exactly the number of people who have come down to Chongqing now, so it was planned from the beginning.

“When do you leave?”

“Let’s finish the tea we were drinking before we go. My skills aren’t that great, but the tea tastes good. Buntaju, please have another cup of tea.”

He sat back in his chair with a leisurely expression and brought the hot cup of tea to his lips.

There was no sign of tension on the faces of the first-class assassins sitting with him.

Wi Ji-woon was lost in thought while drinking warm white orchid tea.

‘This incident will solidify my position a bit more.’

The one who took over the position of Special Assassin due to the vacancy created by Hong An-gwi’s sudden death.

It was a rumor about myself.

Of course, I could never admit it to myself.

‘That kid wasn’t qualified to be a killer in the first place. How can a killer choose his target…?’

Hong An-gwi, who had a reputation as one of the three greatest assassins in the Central Plains, never committed murders against children or women.

As a slaughterhouse owner, it was a difficult job to handle.

I only encountered him once.

The day I returned to Salmak after completing my thirtieth murder.

It was a time when I was confident that I would soon be in the position of a special agent.

That’s when I ran into him.

Small and dwarf stature.

Empty, soulless eyes.

Wrists thinner than a woman’s.

You spoke to me with pale lips that looked like they were freezing.

“Are you a newbie? You don’t seem to have any talent. You’d better find another job.”

You’re calling me a rookie after completing thirty murders without a single failure?

But I got goosebumps all over my body.

‘I felt like his sword was going to cut off my neck at any moment… … .’

From that day on, he went on a killing spree like crazy.

It didn’t matter if the target was a child.

With the goal of one day taking Hong An-gwi’s place.

As time passed, he eventually died and I survived and took his place.

It’s not that he was pushed out by his skills, but the title of Salmak’s special assassin is not something that can be obtained just because a vacancy is created.

Moreover, Makju sent himself down instead of other special assassins for this murder.

It’s about believing in yourself.

I don’t know why a young savage from the South is such an important target.

‘Should we go out now? To hunt rabbits… … .’

Wi Ji-woon, who was about to stand up, stopped in his tracks.

His expression suddenly hardened.

Steam is still rising from the teacup on the table.

A manor on the slopes of Mt. Yeomo, the location of which no one knows.

Outside, dozens of first-class soldiers are waiting.

He is also one of the three special assassins in Salmak.

Could there be a safer place than this?

But large beads of sweat ran down his temples.

His ominous premonitions were speaking.

I’m going to get my throat cut soon.

“What’s going on all of a sudden… … .”

In response to Yang Il-cheong’s question, Wi Ji-woon quietly put his index finger to his lips.

And then he quietly reached out his hand towards his sword.

Sling.

Seeing his tense appearance, the three first-class assassins who were drinking tea with him also drew their swords.

The time now is Mishi.

It is a time when all the wild animals of Mt. Yeomo are asleep.

The air in the room became heavy.

Wheezing.

The lanterns lit everywhere went out in an instant.

There isn’t a single window for the wind to come in.

In an instant, pitch-black darkness fell.

And the sound of a piercing wave cutting through the darkness is heard.

Shhh.

Wi Ji-woon awakened all his senses.

There were a total of five people in this room.

The owner of the house, Yang Il-cheong, himself, and three first-class assassins…

No, now there are two… … .

One of the first-class killer’s spirits disappeared.

The guy who was sitting across from me drinking tea just a moment ago.

“Ugh.”

Another guy got hit.

Without even swinging a sword once.

Shake, shake.

The remaining one swung his sword into the air.

A sword that is swung indiscriminately in fear.

Silence fell again.

That means even that guy got hurt.

Tadah.

I hurriedly pulled back and stood with my back to the wall.

Like a cornered rabbit hiding itself.

‘What the heck is going on… … . You mean you had an assistant?’

Sweat broke out on the palm holding the sword.

In this small space, three first-class assassins have already been killed.

Without ever clashing swords.

Then what happened to those guys outside?

You didn’t notice at all while they were all dying?

Isn’t this why I’m being hunted down in this small space?

I, the special killer of Salmak… … .

“… … .”

I held my breath and held my breath.

And then he moved away without a sound.

No matter how great he is, we are both invisible.

“Huhhh.”

In the darkness, Yang Il-cheong’s low breathing could be heard.

It’s like he’s lying on the floor with his mouth covered.

A guy who is known as a swordsman couldn’t even draw his sword.

‘I’ll definitely deal with that guy first.’

Now there are only three people here.

Himself, the guy, and Yang Il-cheong.

Among them, the only one who couldn’t completely hide his energy was Yang Il-cheong.

‘The moment that energy disappears, just cut that spot.’

He quietly aimed the tip of his sword in the direction where he could feel Yang Il-cheong’s energy.

An unexpectedly great guy appears, but he is a special assassin of Salmak.

All I have to do now is to handle this situation and then go back with that savage’s head.

moment.

Ugh.

The feeling of a cool blade against your neck.

And then a low voice came to my ear.

“Tsk tsk. I told you before. Find something else to do.”

Did you say that before?

What are you talking about?

Have I ever met this guy?

It’s definitely the first time I’m hearing this way of speaking, but why does it feel familiar?

My head is a mess.

Bam.

And his head fell to the floor.

* * *

I quickly left Chongqing because I thought something more troublesome would happen.

I’m walking along the mountain path in Guizhou right now.

Unexpectedly, one of the Salmak branches was destroyed.

That guy is succeeding me as a special agent… … .

The Chongqing branch was destroyed, but the branch manager was spared.

Because one of them has to live to tell my story.

“Tell Makju. We are behind the Beast Palace’s Dammyeong. So if he reaches out to him one more time, the likes of Salmak will disappear from this Central Plains land forever.”

Salmakju will have a long time to search for what kind of force the ‘we’ I mentioned is.

For me, it was like buying some time.

It’s time to gather strength to go to the slaughterhouse and make a mess of it.

In fact, they weren’t easy to deal with.

Especially that guy named Wijiun.

He used to be a guy with terrible skills.

In the meantime, I haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve become quite the skilled assassin.

However, my skills are not comparable to those of my past life.

It was fortunate that they were muttering in the basement where not a single ray of light could enter.

It’s the perfect situation to use the insight you gained from the last battle of the Yongbongjihoe.

The mind reads the flow of history.

The third level of the dark soul.

Even if you hold your breath and hide your energy, the flow of energy does not stop.

It just flows slowly.

The reason why you can detect the presence of an opponent no matter how excellent at stealth they are, even in pitch-black darkness without any light.

Now, the next level of the dark mind, Hongan (紅眼), is just around the corner… … .

The fourth level of the dark spirit world that gave me the name Hong An Gui in my previous life.

His left eye turns red and a red line shows the quickest path to his opponent’s heart.

Ankong, which may have something to do with the red eyes of the female dragon carved into my shoulder.

Of course, I’m not sure.

Even if you gain the power of Hongan, only your left eye will turn red.

It is clearly different from the red eyes of the female dragon.

However, Hongan may not be the final state of the dark mind.

The secret recipe for the Dark Soul Sword I obtained in my previous life was a hastily copied copy that someone had made.

The back part, however, was completely destroyed.

Perhaps there is a fifth realm within the dark soul.

And when I reach that level, both of my eyes will turn red like the female dragon carved into my shoulder.

I need to learn more about the Dark Dragon Emperor.

What kind of martial arts did he perform, and why did he leave his power in four places outside of Saewoo?

And for some reason he was buried in the Namman Forest.

“No, but did you happen to be alive in your past life?”

Umochi, who had been walking silently, asked a question.

“How did you know? I was alive in my past life. And I was doing really well.”

“Oh, stop joking and answer me. Why on earth do the Beast Palace warriors move so secretly? Looking at the corpses, it seems like they were all hit without even noticing.”

Umochi, this guy just got the answer right and still doesn’t know.

“By the way, Umochi, are you going back home?”

Originally, this guy’s mission was only to guide us to the Murim Alliance.

After that, what was left in the blind was the guy’s choice.

If the next schedule was towards the North Sea, I would have definitely followed you there.

But now we are only looking towards the South.

“Home? A lonely place? Haa. How could that be? If I go back now, my father will definitely break my legs.”

“Then why are you following us?”

“Haa. That’s true… … . I have nowhere to go now. Since I’m traveling with you guys, I get to meet a lot of fun things. Haha.”

“It’s not that I get to meet interesting people, it’s that I get to meet a lot of women.”

“Haha. Isn’t that right? Is there anything more enjoyable than meeting beautiful women in the world?”

Indeed, Jegal So-hye, whom I met at the Murim Alliance, had an intellectual beauty.

As expected from the daughter of the Odae family, she had a certain level of dignity.

Murong A-kyung, the granddaughter of the leader, was also cute.

I didn’t stop by Bangrimpyo-guk on this trip to Jungwon, but the kid is also quite a beauty.

She’s also more of a cute girl than a typical beauty.

Bang Yak-ran of Gwisu Bangdong is also worthy of being called the greatest beauty in the southern barbarians.

There is also a healthy charm that cannot be found in women from the Central Plains.

Oh, and there’s also Seol Seorin from the North Sea Ice Palace.

Of course, I haven’t seen her face behind the scenes yet.

Despite her looks, she has a faint beauty that only a sickly woman can give.

Come to think of it, there are always beautiful women around me.

As for Umochi, it’s a reason to follow me around for the rest of my life.

At that moment, the tofu in my arms popped its head out and grumbled.

Tofu’s gaze is directed towards the blue sky.

Nok Seung-seo was also looking at the same sky.

“Huh? Isn’t that him?”

There was a guy right where Umochi’s fingertips were pointing.

A singularly blue-winged pheasant.

The guy was flying towards us at high speed.

Somehow, rather than feeling happy, I felt an ominous feeling first.