Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 592



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592. Confirm (2)

Jang Ja-myeong’s voice was urgent.

Hanbin looked back and tilted his head.

“Didn’t you say the door was closed, Representative Jang?”

“Even if it’s closed, there’s a difference between the original living area and the area that was turned into a private area to block outsiders. Go to the right. That’s absolutely not allowed.”

“No. I’ll go here.”

Hanbin smiled and pointed to the middle road.

At that sight, Jang Ja-myeong pressed his temples.

I couldn’t decide whether I should dry it or leave it as is.

Has Hanbin ever been wrong?

That has never happened before.

However, to me, a person from Baekdokmun, the direction Hanbin pointed to was like sticking your neck under a dog’s paw.

“Can’t you think about it again?”

“I think I should go this way.”

“If you were going to decide this, why did you ask me to guide you?”

“But didn’t you get here safely?”

“her.”

“Didn’t you say you trusted me, Representative Jang?”

“When did I say I don’t trust you? Huh, to be suspicious of people… … .”

“Okay then.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin seemed to remember something and walked back to where the coffin was.

Sim Mi-ho, who was dragging the coffin, took a step back.

Hanbin opened the coffin lid again without any hesitation.

Hanbin, who was looking inside, carefully took the items out.

Hanbin took out a piece of iron from the bottom of the coffin.

It was an object with a wooden handle and a lump of iron attached to the front.

It was none other than a pickaxe.

Hanbin handed the pickaxe to Sim Miho.

“Okay, here. Chief Sim needs to do some hoeing. Can I leave it to you?”

“Hmm, if that’s the case, feel free to leave it to me.”

Sim Mi-ho smiled.

The majority of my missions so far involved digging tunnels.

As in Hwangbo Se-ga and Sacheon Dang-ga, Sim Mi-ho was in charge of digging tunnels.

Why else would Sim Mi-ho have been given the nickname “Mole”?

Sim Mi-ho was proud of that nickname.

As a result of his dedication to pickaxe digging, Sim Mi-ho has reached a level where he can infuse his pickaxe with true energy.

If I had to choose a weapon that I was more comfortable with between a pickaxe and a hammer, I would choose the pickaxe.

But it was not possible to carry a pickaxe around on a regular basis.

If the Red Blood Tiger Corps’ leader carries a pickaxe, rumors will spread throughout the martial arts world.

It was something that could have made fun of not only Sim Mi-ho but also the Red Blood Tiger Squad.

So, I usually couldn’t touch a pickaxe even if I wanted to.

Sim Mi-ho stroked the pickaxe he had been handed without realizing it.

Her eyes were gentle, as if she was looking at a treasure.

Although she could not say that she was the best sword in Hebei, nor the best sword in Hebei, she could confidently say that she was the best pickaxe in Hebei.

Sim Mi-ho, who was holding the pickaxe again, spun the handle around happily.

With a smile on his lips.

“It fits comfortably in my hand.”

“That’s fortunate. I asked that of Elder Jeong Cheol-min specifically.”

“Is it by any chance made of hexagram?”

“Of course. So, unfold your dreams, Vice-President Shim.”

“Yes, I will work hard.”

Sim Mi-ho grabbed the pickaxe handle.

At that moment, the pickaxe began to resonate and cry.

Woof. Woof.

A blue stream of air gathered on the head of the pickaxe.

Jang Ja-myeong, who was watching this from the side, was astonished and stepped back.

This is because Sim Mi-ho was the first person to use a pickaxe as a weapon.

What was more curious was Hanbin’s intention in handing over the pickaxe.

Jang Ja-myeong narrowed his eyes and observed the situation.

For a moment, Jang Ja-myeong stayed close to Han Bin’s side.

“Prince Peng, what are you trying to do now?”

“There is something to unearth as you pass by.”

“Can I ask what that is? This is none other than Baekdokgok. If we dig the ground wrong, our lives will end here.”

“that…….”

“Is it a secret again?”

“It’s not a secret, but it’s something that may or may not exist. We have to prepare for that situation. That’s why we need to check.”

“Still, this doesn’t seem right.”

“Are you afraid of dying?”

“I’m afraid of death… … Yes, I’m afraid. I came all the way here, and I want to see your face.”

Jang Ja-myeong looked at Han-bin pitifully, like a puppy that had been drenched in rain.

Hanbin said at that sight.

“What did I say before I left here?”

“… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong tilted his head.

I couldn’t remember what I said.

That would be the case, since he had been working day and night due to medical treatment.

I was keeping my eyes wide open to guide the way, but I was half out of my mind.

Hanbin smiled at that sight and continued speaking.

“I promised to make you a hero. That’s what we call a return to glory.”

“Was that true?”

Jang Ja-myeong looked around with his eyebrows furrowed.

He shook his head for a moment.

I looked around but couldn’t see any clues that would make me a hero.

Hanbin continued speaking.

“Haven’t you decided to trust me absolutely?”

“But think about it. Now that I’m almost at Baekdokmun, how can I become a hero?”

“So, we need to prepare.”

“Are you saying that preparation is a pickaxe?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t read Prince Peng’s mind.”

Jang Ja-myeong shook his head.

Then he took a step back.

Pickaxing in this place full of poison is actually a dangerous act.

If entering here was like sticking your neck out under a pickaxe, then digging with a pickaxe was like lowering the handle of the pickaxe yourself.

At that moment, Sim Mi-ho, holding the pickaxe handle tightly, asked.

“Where should I sell it?”

“excuse me!”

Hanbin finished speaking and flicked the white egg.

It was a recipe that contained the secret to hitting every target.

At first they looked like Go stones, but when they hit the ground they fell apart and fell apart.

In an instant, the black dots on the floor scattered.

They were poison, not dots.

The black leeches suddenly scattered, revealing a black floor.

What Hanbin sprinkled was ivory powder, which is used as an ingredient in poisonous drinks.

Simmiho started digging down with a pickaxe.

Sigh. Sigh.

Her pickaxe skills seemed to have reached a new level.

After moving a few times, I dug a hole that was as deep as my knees.

Then Hanbin said.

“That’s enough.”

“Yes, I understand, my lord.”

“Just keep moving forward.”

Hanbin started walking ahead.

Hanbin, who was walking ahead on the black floor, looked around.

Hanbin was carefully observing the terrain features such as trees and rocks.

Why is Hanbin inspecting the terrain like this and making Sim Miho dig with a pickaxe?

It was because of memories from a past life.

In his previous life, Hanbin had been to Hwaryeon Mountain.

It was to find important items in Hwaryeon Mountain.

What I discovered then was a secret space.

The bodies of a man and a woman were found in a secret space covered with a stone wall.

Judging from the parts of their rotten clothing and the remaining remains, they were clearly people of the Baekdokmun sect.

At that time, Baekdokmun was already extinct, so it was only reported to the higher-ups.

The reason I was able to discover the secret space at that time was because all the poison had disappeared.

The ground was exposed, and the dirt on the ground had been blown away by the wind.

I couldn’t just pass by the stone slab that stood out so conspicuously in the middle of the road.

Are they hiding there?

Or maybe he was imprisoned by someone?

In either case, judging by the condition of the remains, it had to be assumed that they were buried alive.

If there were no remains there, then it was before the incident occurred, and if there were remains, then it must have occurred within Baekdokmun.

Hanbin went to such trouble to confirm it.

The problem was that I couldn’t recall exactly where it was.

In Hanbin’s mind, it was the middle path among the three paths.

And there were large rocks scattered here and there.

But when I came here, there were so many places that looked similar to the places I remembered from my past life.

As the same situation repeated itself several times, Jang Ja-myeong looked at Han-bin with anxious eyes.

Of course, he couldn’t be here at night.

If you stayed here after the sun went down, you could dissolve in the poison.

Even if you were drinking Mandokju, which is said to be the best poisonous liquor, the result would not change.

What if black poisons attack in the dark of the night?

Jang Ja-myeong shook his head.

Jang Ja-myeong, who had been shaking his head, narrowed his eyes.

Because something was wrong with the situation.

From Jang Ja-myeong’s memory, this place was clearly a temple.

Entering the temple of Dokjin is an act of suicide.

But the poison was weaker than I thought.

At this point, it was possible to pass by this place even without the poison pill.

How on earth did the Four Princes know about this situation?

Jang Ja-myeong looked at Han-bin quietly.

No matter how much I thought about it, he was a person I couldn’t understand.

At that moment, Hanbin threw a white grain.

As expected, the bullet thrown with a perfect accuracy landed exactly where Hanbin wanted it.

puck.

There was a white mark there, so Sim Mi-ho ran to the spot and dug it out with a pickaxe without any trouble.

It was just as Sim Mi-ho was about to strike down the pickaxe.

It sounded different than before.

bang!

It wasn’t the sound of something being stuck in the dirt, it was the sound of something hitting a solid object.

Sim Mi-ho quickly stopped digging and looked at Han Bin.

Hanbin, whose eyes met mine, quickly ran there.

Simmiho carefully scraped away the dirt with a pickaxe.

Simmiho said as he saw the gray stone slab.

“Confucius, there is a strange stone tablet here.”

“First, lift up the stone slab. Be careful not to break it.”

As Hanbin gestured, Sim Miho placed the pickaxe on the edge of the stone slab and lifted it.

Knock knock.

A stone slab was attached to the pickaxe.

After moving the stone slab to the side, the secret space that Hanbin had seen in his past life was revealed.

The one who was most surprised by that sight was Jang Ja-myeong.

“What on earth is going on? How is there a space like this in Baekdokgok… … .”

“We need to find out from now on. And be determined. No matter what happens, don’t be surprised, Assemblyman Jang.”

“What do you mean, Prince Peng?”

“I’m telling you this in advance because I think you might be a little surprised.”

Hanbin’s expression suddenly became serious.

Jang Ja-myeong took a deep breath at Han Bin’s sudden appearance.

“Huh, what on earth is down here… … . Is it a secret this time too?”

“It’s no secret. I think it would be better to check first rather than guess. I’ll go in first.”

“Yes, Prince Peng.”

Jang Ja-myeong took a step back, his expression clouding his mind.

Hanbin jumped down the passage.

The secret space I remembered from my previous life was about the size of twenty steps for an adult.

If you stretch out your hand, you can almost touch the ceiling.

Hanbin stretched out his hand for a moment.

My hand barely touched it.

It felt like the place I had been in my previous life.

Hanbin walked slowly.

It was only twenty steps, but it felt quite far.

The reason Hanbin told Jang Ja-myeong to be determined was because of the remains he had discovered in his previous life.

What if one of those remains is that of the sister-in-law that Jang Ja-myeong misses so much?

Jang Ja-myeong probably wouldn’t be able to stand that situation.

Hanbin, who was walking slowly, sniffled.

It was because of the strange stench.

At that moment, Hanbin spread out his begging skills and lit a torch.

Sasa-sak.

Hanbin’s eyes widened as he reached the end of the passage in the blink of an eye.

“What the heck is this… … .”