Volcanic Spirit

71, monsters.

Gyeongcheon-dongji

It is a term used to describe something that is surprising to the whole world. However, it happened in the front yard of Changcheonpyeong, or Namgung Sega, in Anhui Province. Screams covered the sky like a dark cloud, and the ever-pouring blood streamed through the bodies.

I couldn't see a body that was supposed to be there.

an envoy ()

He took the second place among the five positions cherished by the first sensualist, the black man. For decades he disguised himself as a guardian of Sakyamuni's family, and took on all sorts of miscellaneous tasks to carry out the black man's plot.

But he was alive.

In addition, he waited for someone at a control grave dozens of miles from Changcheonpyeong. Dust was piled up as if to prove the passage of time, and spider traces were everywhere claiming to be the owner of the control tomb. Hana did not remove the web, nor did the lion leave any footprints.

He stood by more secretly than anyone else.

But I guess the other party didn't intend to do so.

Gains and losses

The door of the control tomb opened roughly and an irritating remark was heard.

"What's all this? Do I have to see it in a place like this?"

A middle-aged man with a clean impression entered in expensive garb.

The messenger joined hands politely, as in dealing with the black man.

"Say hello to the mastermind of the Sasin Temple."

The other party was a mastermind who interacted with the black man several times, and he ignored the envoy's greetings.

"Ho! You're fine. Did you avoid getting angry quickly again this time?"

Despite the mockery of the mastermind, the lion's face remained the same.

Rather, he spoke in a calm tone of voice.

"The black man died, and Gwangmu Emperor fled."

"Kkeut. Did it end up like that? Everything is going as Chen Ryong expected.”

As soon as he stirs his hands, the dust on the floor lumps together and takes the form of a chair. When he put his butt on it, the messenger gave without hesitation what he saw and heard.

"So this is what's left of it?”

The abacus looked at the control mausoleum, where no light came in.

At that moment, naturalization rose from all sides.

"It was made by the Aeguk, and taken by the black man."

The messenger raised his hand stealthily.

Then dozens of naturalizations disappeared one by one.

"And now the Skywalker is yours."

The juju grinned and added a horse.

"But you left this behind, so the black man was of use after all. In the meantime, I've been hiding my inner self and letting it float.”

It was the first apostle, and it was too poor for the black man who was in charge of the great nation. As an assassin, he is the master who has been here for decades. He took out a bottle and glass embossed with complex patterns.

"He did his part."

"Okay! I'll understand your mind."

When the potter reached out, the glass caught itself.

When the messenger pulled out the stopper of the bottle, the liquor filled the glass with lines drawn by itself. He put down his glass filled with wine. And spoke in honor of the black man.

" ", the first apostle in itself meant unfinished. After all, it would have been better than mass production, but of course it's below the finished product. The fun of watching your intelligence while you're with me was not bad. But didn't you know that the true sensory satirist was a prototype to create the Sasin apostle?"

"One dead man has no words, and the glass of wine has not been emptied out of the earth.

"You would have known. That's why he tried to keep the spark alive, even by using other apostles for firewood. But in the end, everything goes according to the will of the Heavenly Dragon. Although your life is over, take comfort in being the most useful thing in your life.”

As soon as the potter closed his eyes and opened his eyes, the wine filled his glass was scattered. For a moment, the smell of liquor was mixed with the stale smell inside the control tomb and gradually disappeared.

"I believe that the pay for the Heavenly Hallows will be sufficient, given that we have given them a memorial service."

The messenger bowed his head.

"I will dedicate the power of the black man to the master."

said Jujak with a playful smile.

"Gwangmu Islands?"

"I'll do whatever I can to entice you."

"Okay. Now the big business is coming to an end. You take the perforator and stand by there."

The messenger asked, nodding his head.

"What about the mastermind?

The abacus raised the corners of his mouth, lifting up the hem of his fancy dress.

"First of all, it's a stage of consolation.”

The blood scare in Changcheonpyeong was known as the intrusion of the remnants of Samaudo Island. Within Anhui Province, the influence of Namgung Sega was the truth. That's why those who found out about the situation after dawn praised the response of the federal Namgoong tax.

One thing was that the situation was not so good.

The majority of the swordsmen, who are the limbs of the Namgoong Sega family and are the walls of Changcheonseong Fortress, were overpowered by the swords of Qinghai and the swords of the sword.

"A hundred and twenty-three dead, seven hundred and twenty-two overpowered."

Cheongha's head was full of heart and sword, but I couldn't help but recall the fighters of the black and white families who had been together for many years. So even the devil will only fill her empty glass today instead of mocking her.

"Will it recover?"

"I told him to read every ten thousand words through the twelve o'clock. Some little ones already seem to be slowly waking up in agony.”

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"It confirms from this incident that the power of the Gangrim wedding is determined by the time of the subject's friendship and fascination. It's probably not impossible for that phony bastard to get his head together because he built up a friendship and enchanted it in a moment."

He bragged to the utmost and expressed his doubts.

"And in the meantime, is it possible to defend Chang Chun-sung?

Chungha shrugged.

"If you come back in, you'll have to move out. We can rebuild it anywhere if we take the memorial tablets and the paychecks. But if that big thing happens again, it's not about the Namgoong tax, it's about the Gangho. If you didn't know until that point, that's also a sin."

said the devil, nodding his head.

"In other words, Murim has only served as a mediator or observer, if not a war of horses.”

The postmortem chapped his tongue with a somber expression.

"Well, I wish everyone had the same mind."

"But it was an immutable truth in all ages that everybody was greedy for me.”

Chang Chun-pyeong's bloodthirsty spell ended in victory.

However, it was no laughing matter that the sewage man, not the enemy's beast, controlled 2,000 fighters. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the world is already hell if the aftermath of the Ganglim Spirit remained throughout the Gangho Lake.

The mask shook the mouth of the bottle.

At that moment the bottle twirled and spilled its drink, which exquisitely filled the empty glass.

"But it's a victory game. It's a miracle to stop it like this. So let's just enjoy this moment!"

The gathering place was not Namgung Sega, but Juru, located opposite Changcheonpyeong. Thousands of people were killed or injured just twenty miles away, but this place was filled with people living their lives as usual. Perhaps it was not the silent king's war, but the gathering of the noisy caste was due to their need for vitality.

"Shake off Chungha, too. Kangrim's wedding may look funny, but it's Shinma's heart-to-heart. No matter how close I was to you, it wouldn't have been possible to get through with just your will."

At Lee Hwon's words, Chung-ha smiled.

"It feels strange to hear normal words from you."

"Isn't that proof that Big Brother is drunk?"

"Let's raise our glasses for them."

Chungha and the devil also raised their glasses to their eyebrows.

Three people looked at the autopsy.

In any case, she was the oldest person here, so I recited the eulogy.

"There are fish in the murky waters of the Yellow River. One of the fish that was swept away by the taps, no one remembers. Nevertheless, the Yellow River is not dry, so this is no different from being buried in the years."

"Kang-ho always did."

At the same time, the prosecutors and the party emptied their glasses, and those who died became the history of Gangho.

"I felt a lot about this. I wanted to make Shim-deuk completely mine. So I did not do it, I did it."

Chungha added words, clapping her fingers.

"There's nothing like real life."

Lee Hwon sympathized.

"Chung Ha is right about that. In the first place, Shinma's deep-seated relationship wasn't passed on through proper relationships. You'd better assume he was forced into it. So there's no choice but to actually deal with it. I also learned more through practice than I did from Shinma."

"That was me too. It was a great help just to teach gasoline the old-fashioned bricklayer, as a big advice. That's how the ten-frontal cerebral pores are made."

The postmortem also nodded as if there was no disagreement.

There was only one person with a chewed face.

Namgoong Hyuk fished at the glass and plucked up his courage to ask questions.

"Gwanju, I think it's possible just by looking at the outside. This is my father, however. But it's very uncomfortable to listen to because you're too short."

The word "father" whispered in mind to the drunken men on the drinking wall, but the meaning was fully conveyed.

Lee Hwon tilted his head and retorted.

"It doesn't matter how you look. No, I don't care about age itself in the first place."

He added, as if he thought the evasion was an ambiguous answer.

"My brother told me to drink himself, and I admitted to Talmara. And there's the devil and the devil. Oh! And now we have a separate one, but we also have a saxophone. It's not just because of the valor of bravery that we regard you as a giant regardless of your age. My brother called us the Seven Monks, because they are not subject to etiquette. This is because I am the one who takes precedence over everything throughout Jeongsama's distinction, etiquette, and association. Do what I want to do, do it for me."

De-speed ().

He said, "I will ignore all laws and ideas created by man."

It was natural that Namgoonghyuk's expression was distorted.

"Doesn't that mean, after all, it's up to you? What is the reason for using honorifics for the postmortem and for the father? Does etiquette differ from person to person?"

Lee Hwon grinned.

"Yes, that's right. I'm not crazy. If the other person has lived according to etiquette and is worthy of respect, I will gladly follow it. If it's not one thing, then why should I care about your manners or your duties?”

The manga, the old comrade-in-law, and the sword-in-law are obviously the ones who have lived according to their beliefs.

That's why I had to be respected and looked up to.

Lee Hwon is in awe of them not just because he is close but because he admitted that he is different from him.

"In that respect, I was right to make a mistake. I thought Chungha was like me. Court of etiquette and the Medical Association? Good, but I guessed that I would have been able to communicate because there was something more important than that. So I'll ask you this opportunity."

Chungha opened her eyes wide.

It looked quite cute when a person who blows off color just by breathing when he stays still looked suspicious.

"Namgung Chun-woon. Are you like me?"

At Lee Hwon's question, Chungha blinked her eyes and answered back.

"How many are left?”

"What?"

"You said you were a seven-year-old demon. Do I have a seat?"

When asked by Cheongha, Namgoonghyuk, the housekeeper of the Namgoong Sega, and Geomhu, the monarch of the Jusan Islands, opened their eyes.

Even Lee Hwon laughed at Chung Ha's fiery words.

Chungha emptied the glass neatly.

"If you don't have it, you'll be called an octagonal demon from today."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun