Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 274



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Episode 274. You can only tell the poison of a viper after you get bitten (5)

Is it a dead body?

I squinted my eyes and saw that the location was written on the top of the skewer.

The reason why Seolhwa wrote the word salmak on the skewer was simple.

It was left up to Hanbin to decide whether to approach her covertly or openly.

Hanbin took a bite of the candy without a care and walked across the bridge, swinging a skewer in his hand.

Hanbin, standing at the end of the bridge, threw silver coins to Seolhwa as if he had forgotten something.

Bam!

Seol-hwa followed and smiled brightly after receiving the silver coin.

For a moment, the story disappeared somewhere.

* * *

The place Hanbin arrived was a slaughterhouse about ten miles away from the bridge.

Instead of building a stone wall, the fence was roughly made of bamboo.

The fence seen from the front is about two hundred paces long.

It wasn’t a very small slaughterhouse.

A slaughterhouse?

It was a camouflage suitable for a slaughterhouse.

It wouldn’t be strange if there was a smell of blood, and it wouldn’t be strange if there were large warehouses built to store things.

The distance there was also ideal.

Although it is located on the outskirts, it is a place where you can view the entire Chil-eum-hyeon.

Hanbin took out the clothes he had prepared in advance and changed into them.

Hanbin, dressed in merchant clothes, carried his luggage on his shoulder without any problem.

Thud thud.

Hanbin walked to the slaughterhouse.

There were quite a lot of people crowded in front of the slaughterhouse.

In front, freshly slaughtered meats were displayed, and merchants and townspeople were lined up to buy them.

It seemed like they came at the right time for fresh meat to come out.

Hanbin watched their deal with his arms folded.

They were busy cutting and packing the heads over and over again.

Anyone who looked at him would know that he was an ordinary butcher and a merchant.

Hanbin, who had been watching for a while, raised the corners of his mouth.

“I think I might be able to salvage the king crab better than I thought.”

But no one listened to Hanbin’s words.

After a couple of cups of tea, the people disappeared as if they had never happened.

As the visitors disappeared, they began to organize the meat they had on display.

Hanbin walked slowly towards them with his arms crossed.

But they didn’t look at Hanbin.

No one paid any attention to Hanbin, as if he had no time to organize things.

If it weren’t for the note from Seolhwa, Hanbin would have thought that this was just an ordinary slaughterhouse.

Even though the spirit of life was flowing out faintly, it was no different from the butchers coming out after slaughtering livestock.

If they were this well-groomed, it was one of two things.

Either well-trained assassins or real civilians.

Of course, the latter was not the case.

Because it’s impossible for Sulwha to not recognize someone in the same industry.

Then the story appeared.

He appeared wearing silk clothes instead of his usual white clothes.

Of course, it was because of Hanbin’s instructions.

Seolhwa tilted her head and asked.

“You haven’t gone in yet?”

“I waited because I wanted to talk quietly.”

“Why are you talking quietly? They don’t listen when you talk.”

Seolhwa shook her head as if she didn’t understand.

Salmak and Heukcheon have been enemies since long ago.

For that reason, Seolhwa had bad feelings toward Salmak.

Isn’t that what a competitive relationship is all about?

The world of assassination was a place where only the best could survive.

Hanbin waved his hand with a kind face.

“Hey, how can a person start with a fist? You should start with a conversation first.”

Seolhwa’s eyes grew wide.

Well, if we look at the facts, he didn’t use his fists first. He thrust his sword first, not his fists.

The problem was that Hanbin spoke as if he believed in peace.

Seolhwa continued speaking as if it was absurd.

“Did you misread what I wrote? I am sure… … .”

Seolhwa trailed off.

Because the word salmak was too wordy to use around here.

Hanbin said at that sight.

“We’re going to have a conversation first, so you mustn’t act rashly.”

“Anyway, I got it.”

“Yes, but if you give a signal, you can show off your skills.”

“Oh, is there something? Now that I think about it, you told me to come here, but I didn’t even prepare a pen or ink… … .”

“If you have a pen and ink, I have it ready here. I don’t think you’ll need it today, though.”

Hanbin pointed to the load on his shoulder.

Seol-hwa opened her eyes wide as she noticed that Han-bin’s clothes had changed.

“But when you dress up like this, you really look like the child of a rich family, hehe.”

Seolhwa laughed at Hanbin’s outfit.

Hanbin looked at Seolhwa as if he was dumbfounded.

“If you go to Habukpengga, you’ll end up in a rich family, Seolhwa.”

“Oh, I see.”

Seolhwa tilted her head and looked up at the sky.

Seolhwa often forgot that Hanbin was the youngest prince of the Habuk Peng family.

After that conversation, Hanbin quietly walked towards the slaughterhouse.

They glanced at Hanbin and then continued what they were doing as if they were not interested.

Hanbin entered through the entrance between the fences.

In an instant, people’s gaze changed.

A strangely distorted feeling was felt here and there.

Looking back from here, there was no need to disguise myself as a merchant.

Because ordinary merchants would not notice their gaze.

Hanbin looked around nonchalantly.

There were also those who sharpened knives and those who washed the blood off with water.

Everyone is busy with their own work.

Hanbin tilted his head.

Because the sound of the seven-stringed zither flowed out from deep within the slaughterhouse.

Ding, ting ding!

As Hanbin’s gaze stopped at the depths of the slaughterhouse, someone approached Hanbin.

Hanbin pretended not to notice and looked around, pretending to appreciate the sound of the chil-hyeon-geum.

The person approaching from behind began to speak with a cough.

“Hmm. You look like a scholar. What are you doing in this bloody slaughterhouse?”

“Oh, that’s a surprise.”

Hanbin looked back in surprise.

“We were the ones who were surprised. It’s rare for ordinary people to come this far.”

The man looked Hanbin up and down.

Hanbin also observed the man’s behavior.

Although her long, unkempt hair was tied up tightly at the ends, her clothes were neater than those of the others.

Hanbin looked closely at his hair and clothes, then smiled and answered.

“What other reason do you have for coming to the slaughterhouse? To find good meat.”

“You came after hearing the rumor?”

“Yes, I heard that the most famous thing in Chil-eum-hyeon is the sound of the Chil-hyeon-geum, followed by meat. That’s why I came all the way from Hanam to here.”

“Hehe, if you came from Hanam… … .”

The man narrowed his eyes.

Hanbin knew what it meant.

The distance from Hanam-seong to Chilyum-hyeon was not a distance that could be transported by meat.

It would all get damaged in any kind of weather.

Hanbin continued speaking with a smile.

“I plan to process the meat into jerky and sell it. To do that, the meat has to be of the highest quality. If I can’t find it here, I’ll have to travel all the way to Honam.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I came here because I thought I would have to meet the owner if I wanted to make a large transaction. I plan to start with a transaction worth about 100 nyang of silver per month.”

“You should have told me sooner… … .”

“I heard the sound of a zither in a slaughterhouse, so I stopped by to take a look because I was curious.”

“Oh, that’s our slaughterhouse’s secret recipe.”

“Secret recipe? What do you mean?”

“Do you know when meat tastes the best?”

“Hmm, I guess that’s because it was just caught… … isn’t it fresh meat?”

“That’s true, but it’s not the right answer. All butchers say that the meat tastes the best when the animal is slaughtered when it’s at its happiest.”

“What do you mean, cows can be happy in a slaughterhouse?”

“Haha, this is actually our secret recipe, so I’ll show you this specially.”

“Oh, if you do that, I think I can trust you and do business with you. Thank you.”

“Then come this way. But that way is too far for you to go… .”

The man tilted his head as he looked at the story.

It seemed a bit difficult to see the scene of slaughtering livestock. Hanbin waved his hand and said.

“It’s okay. Even though he looks like this, he’s a pretty courageous kid.”

“I’m fine. Just cover your eyes.”

As Seolhwa added, the man smiled and walked away.

Thud thud.

The man walked more than a hundred steps and then stopped.

There was a cow tied there.

Twenty paces from where the ox is tied, a woman wearing a veil holds a seven-stringed zither before her.

The sound of the seven-stringed zither that was reverberating through the slaughterhouse must have come from that woman.

The man gestured to Hanbin with a friendly face.

“I’ll show you now, so come closer. You can sit here and watch.”

“thank you.”

Hanbin bowed his head slightly and sat down on the chair the man pointed to.

Hanbin was looking with his chin resting on his hand when suddenly the sound of a seven-stringed zither began to ring.

A woman wearing white cotton began to play the seven-stringed zither.

Hanbin closed his eyes as if he had no interest in the sight of the cow being slaughtered.

Seolhwa, who was watching the scene from the side, tilted her head.

I couldn’t understand Hanbin, who moved according to the other person’s intentions.

That was when.

My eyelids suddenly became heavy.

Her eyes slowly closed as if she was intoxicated by drugs. Seolhwa clenched her teeth as hard as she could.

I had an intuition that something was wrong.

This feeling is definitely… … .

Ding. Ti, ding.

Seol-hwa couldn’t think of anything because the sound of the seven-stringed zither kept piercing into her ears.

At that moment, a strange sight unfolded before Seolhwa’s eyes.

A pile of sweets and a vague image of my mother from my childhood.

‘Come here quickly.’

I even heard my mother’s voice.

Although it was not a memory, it was vividly before my eyes as if it were alive.

I knew it was a fantasy, but I didn’t want to wake up from the dream.

Happy memories filled my head, and the memories I wanted to forget melted away like spring snow.

Seolhwa raised the corners of her mouth without realizing it.

A man with the appearance of a butcher who was looking at Hanbin and Seolhwa picked up a sword.

It was a slaughter knife used to skin cows.

The man smiled brightly.

The seats where the merchant and the girl he was trying to get rid of were not ordinary seats.

It was the place where the method of amplifying sound was installed.

Even if you are a master of the Chinese zodiac, you cannot escape the sound of the Chinese zodiac once you sit on that chair.

The person playing the seven-stringed zither was the second-in-command of Salmak, and was called Wolyeong.

The one in the form of a butcher is Il-Hyeon, his right-hand man.

Il-Hyeon smiled as he looked at Han-Bin, whose lips were raised.

What he said to Hanbin was true.

Here, anyone, be they cow or human, could die laughing.

Il-Hyeon raised his sword and quietly drew a circle.

At the same time, a shadow appeared silently next to Il-Hyeon.

Unlike Il-Hyeon, they were wearing black masks.

However, he was holding the exact same sword as Il-Hyeon.

The men wearing black masks were Il-Hyeon’s subordinates.

Il-Hyeon said, leaning his face towards Han-Bin.

“It’s also good luck to go while having good dreams.”

“How did you know, sir, that this man was not a merchant?”

Il-Hyeon’s subordinate asked.

“A merchant’s bundle isn’t that shabby.”

“Oh, I see. But that doesn’t mean I can skin it as soon as I see it… .”

“Since they came in here, is there any living being, whether animal or human, that has escaped? And the movements of the official are suspicious. Perhaps he was sent by the country.”

“Now that I hear it, what you said is right.”

“I’ll skin the kid next to you, you take care of that guy.”

“But shouldn’t we ask the Lord?”

At the masked man’s words, the man with the butcher’s appearance looked towards the pavilion.

There was a woman there who was completely absorbed in playing the seven-stringed zither.

As the man in the white robe looked on, the white cotton shawl of the woman playing the instrument rippled up and down.

A man with the appearance of a butcher spoke at that sight.

“The Lord has permitted it.”

The man in the form of a butcher bared his white teeth and carefully tried to cut the crown of Seolhwa’s head with his sword.

That was when.

A voice full of history flowed out from the side.

“Up to there!”