Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
I used the flashlight with Miho to head back to the shaman.
Pa 'at
When Miho arrived at Wushua, he looked around at the wonders. I asked Miho just in case.
"Does your head hurt or hurt?"
"That vision you just saw?"
"Yes..."
Then Miho smiled.
"I was a little surprised, but I just did. Who was surprised when they stabbed him in the back with their finger all of a sudden? Natural women are not that shocked."
"Hmm..."
I could clearly see that humans and monsters react differently when I look at [Aegean] and [Rock Heaven]. In the case of exhaustion, I felt a considerable dizziness and confusion when I moved into boiling, even though I could say that I had outstanding mental power among humans. However, in Miho's case, it was only to the extent that he was surprised by the strange sights.
"The monster must be quite resistant to the horse. '
Miho said as I pondered.
"Hundred thousand. What are your goals now?"
"Huh?"
I answered Miho's sudden question.
"That's how you take down the abdominal war."
"Hmmm... Then there's something strange."
"What?"
"Your first life."
Mi-ho was currently clumsy as a goddess. So, the servants who were cleaning the leaves of Wuxia from afar were snorting and watching Miho. Miho picks up a leaf and spins it around.
"Haven't you lived a normal life without a lot of uproar until you were fifty years old? But it had nothing to do with you being a normal person."
"Well, that's..."
"Have you ever thought that the world would be fine if you just left the opiate alone?"
"......"
Miho's words had a point. And I was also often troubled and pathetic whenever something difficult happened in my previous life.
Yes, it is.
What happens if I do nothing?
We already know that when we live as normal representations, things will go on under heaven. Miho asked me how many times I was stabbing a beehive for nothing. I thought about it and replied.
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"The incident that I stumbled upon in the middle of was the [artificial artifact] of Tai Gyeong-chon, and it was definitely the case that General Yeon-yeon was imprisoned in the mineshaft. If I hadn't helped them, they would have been finished. And the rebels will have all the power they want."
"So you think if you let it go, the peritoneal war would have ruled the world in cancer?"
"I think so."
"Hehe, that too is unknown."
Miho smiles and says.
"As long as you are an observer, that can never be objective. No matter how trivial your actions may be, is there a law against influencing the future?"
"Maybe so, but isn't it more meaningless to think about it?"
"Why?"
"If that's all you can think of, it's a god."
I shook my head.
"If there are people I can save, and I have the ability, I don't have to turn my back. If we do what we can to the end, there will be a way."
Miho's eyes became strange.
"That's odd. You're not a very righteous man, but you're not as fragile as your belief in riding an ambush." "
"......"
"That doesn't seem like a sense of justice."
I was silent in Miho's words. Obviously, Miho said that I'm not moving to stop the abdominal war because I want to keep vigilante. There was a more internal reason, but I was a little embarrassed to tell you now. It is because the "present" miho is not completely reliable.
"Anyway, let's start from the beginning. That's him."
The manager of the shaman was walking in the direction I pointed with my finger, about fifty chapters away.
"Oh..."
Miho smiles and slowly walks toward the manager. The caretaker looks at Miho's huge breasts as she appears. Something seems to be exchanging gossip, but the manager grins as if he's completely in love with Miho.
After the conversation for about a week, the manager of the shaman went to the building with Miho. Miho sent me a letter to keep an eye on me from afar.
[I've been seduced. You can come undetected on the third floor of the building called Pantheon.]
I left, as Miho said, and went to the eunuch. The Grand Palace was a large building that I had been to the last time I visited Wushu. As I entered the palanquin, there were no guards and the quarrels were running around, I cast a silver molding technique and went up to the third floor as Miho said.
[This way.]
After opening the innermost visit according to Mijo's words, there was a hedgehog manager who was sitting there with a mesmerizing expression. In front of him, Mijo slashed and cut the apple.
"You can ask me anything."
I was curious and asked Miho.
"I've always wondered, what stage are you in? From the looks of it, it looks like we're just talking."
"Woohoo, that's a secret."
Miho just smiles. Seems to know that I'm an ex-employee, so I thought I'd keep my secrets to myself. I began to question the manager of the shaman once again.
"Do you know what the Eastern Ministry and the King gambled on?"
"I know..."
"Speak up."
"The Orient Emperor... made... a mahjong..."
Mahjong!
It was a kind of play called nursing, or Tupa. Unlike GO, you accumulate a lot of property, score points with a crop or a collector, and go on to complete a hand. The element of luck was strong, but there was also a professional writer because it was about using his head and strategy in its own way.
Of course, it was always gambling and rhyme. You could have done it without risking money, but most of the time, the horseshoe is risking money or property. If the spirit of gambling even called a king had intervened, he would not have risked anything.
I was curious and asked.
"Why did they come to Mahjong when they could only gamble in the arena or in the shadows?"
"I don't know..."
"Any guesses?"
I asked him in succession, but the caretaker was silent for a moment.
"... there were two goons with them... I heard that there seemed to have been some sort of pact between the four of them..."
"You heard? Didn't you see their mahjong?"
"Yes... the Eastern Emperor sprayed the entire shaman with sleeping pills... and some of the innate masters who barely woke up from sleeping pills saw their mahjong... They say their condition was not normal, and they couldn't stop it..."
"Hmmm!!"
I felt strange.
'The shaman is quite spacious. Sleep paralysis that paralyzes the whole place in an instant?'
It seemed true that the manager didn't know Mahjong's motives.
I thought carefully and said:
"So how did the battle go?"
"... The Dowager King wiped out the slate and placed first... The Oriental Guard and two other villains were plundered... They cleared the slate and disappeared..."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know..."
"What is the impression or gender of the weirdos?"
"I don't know... They were wearing monkey cotton on black clothes..."
Woven cotton.
I remembered the word carefully and asked again.
"Is the Dowager a skilled artisan?"
"Yes... I am a master of the four to five fingers..."
"What did he look like?"
The manager showed me the face and figure of the king he knew in writing. He's not very good at painting, but he's sure to make a good addition to his wardrobe.
I imagined the real picture of a developer's foot painting. Miho, who was looking at the picture next to him, said.
"So handsome."
"......"
Why is it that the main characters I meet after I go to the river are handsome or have an outstanding appearance? As I knew that when I grew up, I would always feel uneasy. I was slightly offended, but soon I sank down and asked for more dirty information.
I retrieved all the information and erased Miho's manager's memory. And then we came out of the shaman again with a flashlight and into a valley in the middle of nowhere. It was because I had to organize my thoughts a little and talk to Miho.
I told you.
"I think we should go to the Four Thousand Gates."
"As expected, the sleeping paralysis has something to do with them."
Sleep paralysis is not uncommon enough to overwhelm the whole of Wushu. Moreover, it is even more so if we think that the masters of the meat gate guarding Wushu are not so decent. Whatever the Eastern Integrity did, it is very likely that the sleeping paralytic acid was obtained in advance from the Four Thousand Party Gates.
I thought about it and said.
"The caretaker had a pretty sloppy side, but the Four Thousand Gates is a Muslim prestige that is recognized in the four thousand lands. It could be dangerous to approach like it was before."
"Hmph… You inspire the Maiden's challenge."
"If it's hard, tell me. That's how you kidnap people."
Then Miho smiled.
"Ahaha, are you ignoring God? She can do anything if she wants to do magic. The problem lies elsewhere."
"What problem?"
"Eastern integrity looks very likely to be an inferior sphere."
"Hmmm..."
I shed a tear. Although it was clear that many people in Kangho, including the caretakers, had seen Eastern Integrity, they generally did not believe it was the true appearance of Eastern Integrity. Eastern integrity must have learned some special skills or been equipped with an inferno. If you hit me like that, I have the possibility that even though Eastern Integrity passes by me on the street, I won't recognize it.
Miho rubs his tail.
"After all, I have to go to the Four Thousand Gates, but I think she should approach from a different direction."
"How?"
"Who is most likely to know of the acts of Confederacy?"
"Ahh…!"
Only then did I understand what Miho meant. Miho covers his mouth and smiles.
"The Dowager has a deep connection to the Eastern Ministry. Instead of chasing after unknown Eastern integrity, it is right to gather all the information through the gates of the Four Thousand Party and the King."
"I see!"
"I'll leave the bargaining to you, Baek Woong."
"Leave it."
I returned immediately to the Holy City with Miho. I opened it in advance and headed to the position of the Gate of the Four Thousands. The Gate of the Four Thousands was to the west of the saints, and it had to be crossed three or four times. It appeared to be in the outer rim of a village, precisely between the canyons outside the castle.
When I came to the Gate of the Four Thousand Emperors, the Masters of the Gate who were guarding the outskirts of the Gate of the Four Thousands stopped me. They were fighting in unison and seemed to protect themselves from the dangerous intoxication or memorization they were using.
I didn't answer. I just stood there, feeling creepy when I saw the masters of the party guarding this side. Something didn't seem to be forbidden or drunk, but I felt a great sense of normalcy (Qi). It was evidence that those unauthorized people had been through tremendous training.
One of the dogs, a homeless man, said.
"Who are you?"
"I am Hundred Hundred Hundred. I'm here to visit the most famous Gate of the Four Thousand Lands."
"You know your manners. Tell me what you came here for, not to be intrigued."
When the decisive answer came back to the dagger, I smiled and said.
"You're not gatekeepers. Are you the elite masters of the party?"
The average athlete was too high to be a gatekeeper. They were top class masters, and they were quite old. There didn't seem to be any in their 40s or under.
"There's no reason to answer that."
"You have no authority to bargain with me, either."
Ser Leung
The three masters of the current gate simultaneously pulled out the figure. They said memorization was a lifeline, but perhaps there was a different shameless person using that path, or maybe it was a trap to spread the law itself. Either way, poison and memorization were a burden, so I replied calmly.
"Calm down. I'm not here to fight. I'm just here to buy information from the authorities."
"Do you think this tetrarch gate will sell information to others without any knowledge? Do you think this is the bottom of the street market?"
"Like I said, it's not up to you to decide. So you must deliver my message to the inside."
He glanced at me and said.
"What if I don't?"
"Then you'll have to do whatever you want to do."
"......"
Threats, not threats, seemed to concern them. And he said,
"Go in and look up, room."
"Yep."
The party master, called the room, leapt inside.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
My back was sore when I went to the reserve army, so I laid down quite well... I was exhausted...
Starting today, I'm sorry to bother you! T