Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 63



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The Meng Jian Dan walked. It wasn’t Hanam. It was Zhou Yu, as usual. At least the other members of the party and the Jeongpa Alliance knew that.

Crack. It’s the sound coming from my hand. A fingernail that I bit unconsciously. Blood flowed. There was no emotion.

Anhui next to Hanam. An unknown county in Anhui, a shabby warehouse inside. He walked up the hidden stairs that were visible when he entered the warehouse.

Crunch, crunch. Blood was flowing. There was no pain. He made no expression. Nevertheless, his appearance was kind and free of worries.

Blood soaked the feet of the blind men. It wasn’t his blood.

Ughhhhhhh…

Ugh….

It was a groan like that of the dead, and it was heard from both sides. The iron bars were tight. Those trapped inside, their skin and bones touching, reached out their hands toward the menacing dogs.

There were no fingernails on his hands. Instead of broken nails from scratching the wall, they were filled with pus, and his arms were covered with wounds.

The reason for reaching out is hope. Even though they know it is vain, hope still captivates people. They reached out, even though they knew that the terrible old man was the culprit.

The dog gang passed them by.

“Are you here?”

A man covered with a red hood bowed his head toward the Blind Dogs. His voice was cracking and horrible, like a shrill whistle.

“Progress.”

“It’s going smoothly.”

The blind man took the ring off my right hand. Crack- Strangely and horribly, the ring tore through his flesh and came out. The hooded man brought him a bowl.

Hug! With a sound of “hug!” the ring was placed in the bowl. The bowl was filled with blood. The blood in the bowl was boiling, and the ring began to suck the blood greedily.

As the ring was torn off, an unspeakable magical energy burst out from the body of the blind dog. The wound where the ring had bitten off healed in a few breaths.

The menacing dog walked again. The man followed. More and more people were visible. Everyone was wearing red hoods covering their entire bodies, and they bowed to the menacing dog as they passed by.

We reached the end of the underground. It was a vast space like a plaza, filled with countless hard beds and screams.

Kkaaaaaaah!

A scream that hits the air echoes but never returns, because all the other screams drown it out.

Those who were tied to the bed had strange magical patterns carved all over their bodies, and some died while vomiting blood. Their bodies were carelessly disposed of. The blood on the bed was not wiped away, and new ones were tied over it, and patterns were carved into the skin with a knife.

Under every bed was carved a huge pattern. The pattern on the floor ran up the wall.

All the blood that fell under the bed flowed along the pattern. The blood that spread from the floor strangely flowed upward along the wall.

The Blind Dogs raised their heads. In the middle of the wall and ceiling, there was a man chained up. The blood from the pattern was all directed at him.

“I am worried.”

A laughter mixed with phlegm flowed out from behind.

“If we suddenly increase the number of test subjects, it might be difficult…”

The blind dog group turned their heads.

Crack!

The man’s head turned.

“Don’t cross the line.”

Simple words. Even though he was hit in the cheek, the man just smiled and laughed.

“As you command.”

The blind dog group looked back at the experimental field below. The reason for the increase. That was.

Kkadak-

That son of a bitch.

“Bloodsucking monster. Kill one person.”

“Who are you talking about…”

“Your Majesty the Prince.”

The blind dog said briefly.

“Kill them as soon as they leave Hanam.”

**

It wasn’t necessary to learn magic just because you’re a demon. After reassuring and persuading Sungmuha, he was finally able to get him to back off. After telling him when to give him the paper, Yongwoon sighed faintly and went back into the room.

“Are you awake?”

The tone of speech became stiff. It was because it was awkward. It was a mysterious distance, an ambiguous distance that could neither get closer nor further away.

Gyu-rin woke up from her bed and smiled faintly at him.

“The senses have been open for a few days now. Summoning…”

Gyu-rin won a lottery.

“I will never forget this help.”

What’s between us.

– The words didn’t come out. It was an ambiguous distance.

From Hubei to Hanam, the two spent a lot of time together. They discussed martial arts and talked about many things, and became quite close.

Even if he was a Taoist monk, even if he was a member of the National Assembly who would not flinch even if a knife was pointed at him, his uncontrollable bloodlust and seeping emotions were stronger than any poison.

Does that mean that the feelings are strong? Are they burning so intensely that they can’t control themselves when they look at each other right now? That wasn’t the case.

The reason the distance is ambiguous is because the depth of the feelings is continuously blocked by the responsibility and guilt placed on their shoulders.

Even though it was Yongun, the memories of Ma-ui still existed. The age barrier was now eroded by Yongun’s soul that had become stronger, but Dang-hye. She continued to remain in my mind.

It wasn’t that they were a couple that would last forever. Even during the time when they were magicians, their relationship was cut off. But… it kept getting in the way.

Geom-bong and Gyu-rin are the next leaders of the Hwasan faction. Just as Muk-seong had given up a long time ago, Gyu-rin had also given up on a somewhat ordinary love story.

The passion and time that must be poured into the sword, righteousness, chivalry, and the gate are all consumed by love the moment it enters.

Their eyes crossed. They knew each other’s intentions.

Liking. That’s enough. I don’t know what will happen in the world, but for now, it’s not the time for either of them.

There was a line between the two. It was a line, but it was not a wall. If one of them crossed it and approached, or grabbed the other’s arm and pulled, one would be pushed helplessly away, and the line would disappear.

However, no one will cross that line.

Because I confirmed my feelings, the ambiguous distance between us narrowed again.

“What are your plans for the future?”

I heard about the Biryonghoe. Gyu-rin was also positive about it. I also heard about Yong-un’s plan, although it was not intentional. It didn’t bother her. She already knew that Yong-un would do it.

She values ​​human life and takes life for granted rather than killing, but the Hwasan faction is also a martial artist in the martial arts world. She also knows what grudges are.

“I must do as I told Muha. The journey ahead… will only take place after twelve days.”

“We’re going to Seomseo together.”

“That’s not what I meant. Perhaps, it’s not up to me to decide what happens to me.”

Yongwoon spoke sheepishly. Gyurin was suspicious, but he did not open his mouth.

If she found out, it was obvious that she would be worried and stay in Hanam.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“There is no such thing as a good defeat. I will be reminded of that every time I see this scar.”

When Gyu-rin raised her right arm, a large scar appeared, as if it had been torn from the inside. Yong-un closed his mouth for a moment. Gyu-rin smiled faintly.

“It’s okay. It’s not painful to think about defeat. I’ll try my best to use it as a form of education and move forward. I’ve also gained the opportunity to become a summoner, so it’d be foolish to despair over a single defeat.”

Yongwoon nodded. Gyurin was also unmanned and strong. She was not a woman who would break to this extent.

After that, the conversation continued to go back and forth quietly. There were useless stories, stories about So Cheon-hong, Seong Mu-ha, and Dokgo Gu-wol, and they even laughed while talking about the Seven Swordsmen.

When Yongwoon told the story of how he defeated the White Witch, Gyurin clenched her fists, and the day became dark.

The person who stopped their conversation was a stranger who came to the door. Gyu-rin’s expression darkened.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince is so indifferent.”

No, did you send it on purpose?

“His Highness the Crown Prince wishes to meet you.”

A hard and cold tone. The White Witch Seolhan opened the door and spoke. What she saw was Yongwoon. Even though the one who defeated her and the one she defeated was right in front of her, her eyes and face were emotionless.

“…”

Yongwoon looked at the White Witch. He gave her the same wounds as Gyu-rin. Although he could not follow the method, he burst the blood vessels to a degree that was appropriate. Nevertheless, Gyu-rin was on the verge of death, and the White Witch was able to walk out unarmed alone.

The difference between Ogijowon and Samhwachwijeong. It was possible because of the power of Gi (氣) to generate and regenerate.

Yongwoon turned his head to Gyurin. She smiled as their eyes met, but he saw that she was holding onto the blanket tightly.

It will be stimulating.

“Have a nice trip.”

Yongwoon nodded and followed the White Witch as she walked away. The White Witch didn’t even glance at the Plum Blossom Sword.

As they walked along the street, Yongwoon asked her.

“Are you feeling better?”

“…”

“In fact, I know that even without you saying it. The blood vessels haven’t fully healed yet. The airway isn’t completely healed either. Of course, you have incredible resilience. No matter how much you try, you’ll have to stay in bed for seven days and nights without moving.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Isn’t that His Highness’s order?”

“Therefore, I have no obligation to answer.”

“That’s unexpected. I thought you were just a puppet who couldn’t do anything on your own.”

The White Witch stopped. Her black hair fluttered in the air, but was soon retracted.

“…Please stop.”

A chilling wind blew past Yongun. Yongun shrugged his shoulders.

“When I see you, I think of someone. I saw a woman with a similar vibe a long time ago.”

The White Witch, who was walking away with her back turned completely, did not respond. Yongwoon continued speaking.

“You know I modified the martial arts to suit my taste. People should eat martial arts, but martial arts should not eat people. Just as you train your body before learning martial arts, the same goes for your mind.”

I know the side effects of Seolhonshinnyeogyeol. It’s losing your mind and becoming infertile. I don’t know about the infertility though.

“Think carefully while you still have a heart. For, as the saying goes, even when you reach the end, it will never be good.”

It was something I said while thinking of Cheonma. She, who was the best in the world, had never felt happiness for even a single moment.

The White Witch did not answer. Soon, the prince’s villa came into view, and Nakcheonhong and Peng Hwancheol were waiting in front of it.

Peng Hwan-cheol was the man known as Heuk Gi-ung. He showed his cruelty by destroying the dantians of many warriors and smirked while looking at Yong-un.

Yongwoon ignored his gaze. Peng Hwancheol’s expression was distorted, but his attention was only on Nakcheonhong.

“How have you been?”

She didn’t answer Yongwoon’s question with a smile. Yongwoon nodded.

“The wound on your cheek hasn’t healed yet. I’ve never hit you, so someone else must have hit you. Does Cheonpungkwon really not show affection to his granddaughter?”

Nakcheonhong’s eyes wavered. As he listened to Yongwoon’s words, his head started to hurt even more.

The wound on his cheek was a wound that had been inflicted after the fight with Yong-un. Yong-un’s intentional trick. Nak-sang-jin was fooled by it, and as a result, he made the crown prince reveal the deadly male and female beasts called Peng-ga and Mo-yong-ga.

Although it was not a bad move from the standpoint of planting suspicion in the sense of causing confusion in the Jeongpa Alliance, Naksangjin was anxious as he watched the Crown Prince’s expression, and was also angry at Yongun.

All that fire was directed at Nakcheonhong. Along with the sound that had been spread several times, Naksanjin hurled all sorts of curses at her.

She knew why she wasn’t abandoned: because she was useful.

Luo Sangjin’s ambitious ambition, which he did not know the fear of Beijing, to make his granddaughter the crown prince’s wife, collapsed along with his pride the moment he first met the crown prince.

Seeing that anger and stubbornness, Nakcheonhong learned martial arts while spitting out blood. It was because he did not want to live a life like that of a gisaeng or an object.

Although he succeeded in entering the Hwangryongmun Gate, Naksanjin’s ambition has not yet disappeared.

Peng Hwan-cheol. The second son of Peng Ji-san, the head of the Peng family, he had a vein on his temple.

“It is truly an honor to meet your illustrious nobleman.”

Peng Hwan-cheol bowed his large body while swinging his sword. He was vicious, but he was quick-witted. When he had to crouch, he crouched, and when he could run, he ran wild.

Strong, weak, weak. Nakcheonhong looked at him like he was looking at an insect.

However, Yongwoon did not look at Peng Hwancheol. As if he did not exist, he only looked at Nakcheonhong, smiling.

Nakcheonhong also felt bad. What are you doing now? She thought she could hear the sound of Pang Hwancheol’s face distorting as he lowered his head.

“Take heed to my advice.”

As Yongwoon said that, he tried to pass by Nakcheonhong. The White Witch had already entered through the open door.

Peng Hwan-cheol, who had lowered his head, slowly raised his head as soon as Yong-un passed by. As expected, his face was completely distorted.

Only after he raised his head did Yongwoon speak without even looking back.

“You are a wealthy person.”

Peng Hwan-cheol turned his head.

“Pang Ji-san may not be a true tiger, but he had the guts to risk his reputation being tarnished for the sake of his family.”

The story of Peng Hwan-cheol quickly spread throughout Hanam. Like Yong-un, he was the son of a gisaeng who was not treated properly by his family.

“Isn’t it a pity that a dog that crouches in the shadows and drools is born underneath it?”

Yongwoon had an obvious sneer on his lips.

Peng Hwan-cheol’s eyes rolled back. Magic energy burst out from his body.

As expected, it falls over even with just a little stimulation.

Kwaaaaah! Peng Hwan-cheol rushed at Yong-un.