The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 150



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Episode 150

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Ta-tat-!

A forest filled with darkness.

Seopmu-kwang ran through the bushes, breathing heavily.

Sasak- Sasak-

Ten black shadows followed him.

No matter how hard I tried to shake them off, the distance only got shorter.

It was when Seopmu-kwang turned his head to check their location.

Crispy!

A figure emerged from the bushes on the right.

Phew-

An axe blade as big as a face flew towards Seopmuwang.

Kaang-!

Submu-gwang, who had struck down the axe blade, swung his sword at In-yeong. However.

“Your Majesty… .”

“…!”

His sword stopped in front of Inyoung’s neck.

“Please… save me… .”

Tears flowed down from Inyoung’s bloodshot eyes.

“It hurts… It hurts…!”

That face is one of the members of the Bi-pung-dae.

He was a subordinate of Seopmu Gwang.

‘Shit…!’

Blame- Whew-!

Instead of swinging his sword, he kicked Inyoung’s body and, using the force, Seopmu Gwang started to run away again.

From his subordinates. No, from those who were his subordinates.

“My Lord…!”

“Mugwang… Hyung…!”

“Save me…!”

The ones waiting for Submu Gwang in the collapsing pavilion were the members of the Bifungdae who had not been able to return to their hometown.

To be exact, they were the bodies of his already dead subordinates.

‘A soulless person.’

Those who have lost their souls and are left with only their bodies moving.

Dead but moving, and crying incessantly with the same voice they had when they were alive.

They attacked the Submuguang using their martial arts skills from their previous life, and as they did not know pain, they did not hesitate even when they were cut by swords or had their bones broken.

If he were dead.

It’s clear that he’s dead.

“Oh… Lord… I’ve been waiting…”

“Are you really… abandoning us…?”

Why are you crying?

Why are you shedding tears?

Seopmu-gwang couldn’t bring himself to kill his subordinates.

Even though I knew they were already dead, I hesitated to draw my sword whenever I saw their agonizing faces.

I wonder if their cries, their voices of resentment, were what they wanted to say before they died.

It seemed like a grudge he had towards himself.

“Your Majesty…!”

Phew- Chae-chaeng!

Two swords jutting out from either side crossed above Submu-gwang’s head.

Whoosh-! Whoosh-

“Ugh…!”

Another sword slashed at Submu-gwang’s back, and a flying dagger tore through his arm and flew away.

Chae-chaeng-! Chae-chaeng!

A drop of sweat mixed with blood ran down Submu-gwang’s forehead as he warded off the flying arrow from another direction.

Kakang-! Kang! Kaang!

During the endless battle, a smoke bomb exploded, and it seemed to have been mixed with poison, so it did not operate as intended.

Seopmu-kwang knew that he was being driven into a corner.

I knew it, but I couldn’t call.

It was then that the welcome message given by Seolhwa came to mind.

‘Eat this when you can’t swing your sword.’

Barely twisting his body to avoid the swords striking from all sides, Seop Mu-gwang took out the Hwandan he had kept in his bosom.

Just in case I lost it, I took out the paper wrapping the greeting card from my pocket and held it tightly in my hand.

‘It’s not medicine, it’s poison.’

‘… Are you telling me to drink poison?’

‘I hope you don’t have any use for it.’

The expression on the child’s face as he spoke was earnest.

With a desperate expression on his face, as if he really hoped I wouldn’t use it, the child held out the poison pill to me.

They never told me what kind of poison it was.

The reason was that if you knew the type of poison, you might not use it.

‘This poison will be my best and the final bastion of the Great Lord.’

‘I hope that the Lord… will live. I hope that he… will choose to live.’

Seopmu-gwang held the poison pill tightly.

Sasasak- Sasasak-

Feeling someone following him closely, he stuffed the paper wrapped around the ring into his mouth.

The blood on my hands got into my nose and the pungent scent of blood hit me.

Roughly wiping the blood off with his sleeve, Seobmu-gwang chewed and swallowed the poison pill.

“…!”

For a moment, the world spun and my vision became blurry.

My heart was beating fast, my ears were ringing with a ringing sound, and my breathing was rapid.

On the contrary, the senses have become more alert.

Beep-

It was a strange feeling.

As if I were one step removed from the world.

The pain of the injuries sustained during battle also felt like a step away.

Kaang-! Kang! Kakak… .

Submu-kwang instinctively repelled the rushing attack. At that moment, his body twisted to counterattack.

Heart pounding.

Submu-kwang’s eyes shook slightly.

What was in front of his eyes, what I was about to cut down with my sword, was not his subordinate.

Covered in hair all over its body, with a face full of bumps and strange eyes, it did not look like my subordinate at all.

It was a monster.

‘hallucination.’

Only then did Seopmu Gwang realize what kind of poison Seolhwa had given him.

A poison that causes hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

It is a type of poison used in torture or interrogation of criminals, to induce feelings of isolation and fear.

If you drink the poison, you will start seeing people as horrible monsters rather than people, and you will suffer from endless tinnitus until the poison wears off.

“…You little brat… .”

This reckless disciple, he is the same.

Thanks to the poison, the cries and suffering of his subordinates became completely invisible.

What was in front of Submu-kwang’s eyes was nothing but a monster.

Choaaaak-!

Seopmu-kwang cut off the monster’s head without hesitation.

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Choaaaak-! Kagang-!

The fighting was fierce.

Originally, Nomun would have been no match for Namgung Mucheon, but thanks to the use of the Reverse Heavenly Blood Flow Technique, he was showing considerable strength.

The blue energy of Namgung and the red energy that had turned into what could no longer be called volcanic energy were fiercely mixed together.

The clash of energies created by the engagement between the two swept through the area like a storm.

“Ugh!”

Meanwhile, Namgung Mu-gang, who had pushed away the elders of the Hwasan faction by striking them with his sword with all his might, struck the nape of the neck of the elder that Seol-hwa and Yeong were fighting.

It was a gap that was barely created.

“Run away during this gap! Broom!”

Seolhwa and Ling took a deep breath.

Namgung Moo-gang was dealing with the two elders who had rushed at him again.

“These guys are only after you! That fake Taoist guy keeps blowing off steam all of a sudden!”

As Namgung Mu-gang said, No-mun would blow his energy towards Seol-hwa whenever he had a chance during his fight with Namgung Mucheon.

Fortunately, he is still safe thanks to Namgung Mucheon blocking everything, but he is also having a hard time because he is targeting him.

In addition, the disciples of the Volcano Sect were still swarming around him, and the number of disciples lying around him was already in the dozens.

Seolhwa looked around.

Certainly, his presence here is dangerous to everyone.

If by any chance the old man’s spirit flies in… .

‘I shouldn’t be here.’

“Go! Leave this place! Hurry!”

fault-

Seolhwa turned around and started running.

Her spirit followed her.

But soon the two had to stop walking.

This was because a different aura from the disciples of the volcano who had been rushing in just a moment ago blocked the path of the two people.

To make matters worse, he was one of the elders of the Volcano Sect. Fortunately, he was a master at the peak.

“Go ahead, miss. I’ll take care of this one.”

The spirit that recognized his realm stepped forward.

Ling was also tired and had many injuries, but his expression was determined and showed no sign of fatigue.

“Go ahead. Go ahead!”

The elder of the Volcano faction rushed in.

The spirit and his sword clashed, sending small sparks flying.

Seol-hwa, who had just seen the two people, quickly ran in a direction where there was no sign of human presence.

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Gasp, gasp… gasp… .

The staggering steps felt heavier than ever.

Seopmu-kwang took each step, trying to straighten out his blurry vision.

The effects of the poison were wearing off.

As the heightened senses returned fully, my whole body began to crumble.

I feel weak and my mind is clouded.

The faces of the men I had killed with my own hands come to mind.

Even holding the sword was difficult, my hands were shaking.

Huh… gasp… .

As Seopmu Gwang walked, the blood he shed left a trail, drip, drip.

Rustle.

I felt a presence from the front.

Seopmu-kwang looked up with blurry eyes in the direction where he felt the presence of people.

But he soon lowered his gaze in front of her, not even having the strength to raise his head.

Damn it.

Someone came.

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Damn it.

Seolhwa stopped walking and looked straight ahead.

Before her stood a woman wearing a magnificent red-trimmed costume and with long hair tied back to her waist.

She met Seol-hwa’s eyes and waved.

“Hello, Lord Soru?”

Seolhwa recognized her.

The owner of the seventh blood tablet in the twelfth month of the blood horse.

It was a whirlwind.

“What should I do? It looks like he was running away, but I caught him right in the middle of it? Oh, poor thing.”

I got caught while running away. And it just so happened to be me.

Poor thing, poor thing.

Hwiwol kept saying how pitiful it was, with a pitiful expression on her face, as if she had met an abandoned puppy.

Looking at her like that, Seolhwa slowly let out a deep breath that had been evenly distributed.

“You want to fight me? With your body all bruised and wounded? Oh, no. You’re too pitiful.”

Instead of answering, Seolhwa completely untied her messy hair.

A deep smile spread across Seolhwa’s lips as she swept back her loose hair.

Even though she was clearly in a desperate situation, the bright smile she showed gave Hwiwol the creeps.

“You know what?”

Seolhwa turned her sword around to check the edge and looked at Hwiwol beyond it.

Still with a deep smile on her face.

“I missed you.”

Whiwol.

“sincerely.”

She was the Moon who killed Submu Kwang in her previous life.