Volcanic Spirit
74, who is the traitor?
74, who is the traitor?
The hemispherical space was quite large.
The floor was laid with a size of a man's marble.
The number is 360.
And as he headed to the ceiling, he painted all kinds of strange-looking animals on the walls where he painted the lines. At first glance it looked like a cow, but it had eight legs. The animal that looked like a pig stood on two feet and read the book, and the monster whose mouth looked like a dragon took the shape of a bear, not a snake. The unusually short limbs and wings behind the back looked like bats.
There were thousands of dots on the paintings of these bizarre monsters. And there is a strange pattern that connects the dots. The inscription on the large dot seemed to depict heavenly bodies. And the light was lowered through the red mausoleum in the center of the ceiling.
솨아아아
The crown of the person sitting in the center of the Cheongseok was dyed red, creating a strange atmosphere with occasional flutter. He was a monster whose body shape was unknown because he was wrapped in a thick blanket.
"Is he dead?"
A voice that came out of the jangpo rang through the cavity.
One answer was not heard.
As soon as the monster raised his head and stared at the ceiling, the red energy spread around the tombstone, which was placed in the center. As we continued the dots, we could see that there were eight mausoleum stones placed on the ceiling.
"Cheonchong means eight, but..."
Although the tombstone was originally green, it gave off different light.
There were only six that emitted one light.
"You two haven't seen it yet,·····.""
Near the red mausoleum was colorless, and the mausoleum at the end of the ceiling was only transparently sparkling.
The eyes of the monster did not fall from the tombstone at the end of the Cheonchongdaehwa.
"One of them can't even identify."
With his head down again, he covered himself in a jangpo.
And as soon as I closed my eyes and stopped breathing, the sounds that should not be heard were heard everywhere. In addition to the children playing soldiers and the sound of someone fighting, there was a constant stream of binge drinking and shouting. With all sorts of miscellaneous sounds flowing into my head, I began to weed out only what I needed.
"Hobukseong means shaman? Are you Zhuge Liang?"
The answer came to mind.
"Both."
At Lee Hwon's words, the demons nodded as if they knew it would happen. In particular, even though he was not a monster, the sword doctor, who joined the team to root out Cheonryongjeon, smiled proudly.
"Haha! You can stop by Wudangpa on the street and visit Zhuge Liangzhongshan Mountain.”
For her, she could not leave the Gangho as long as the plot of Cheonryongjeon existed. In addition, he made an agreement to go back to Botaham and meet the manga lover again.
The white cow said, riding on a horse given by the family of Namgoong Sega.
"It's easy to move from Jegalsega to Daepyeolsan Mountain in Hanam, where there is a forest blindness.”
Lee Hwon shook his head.
"You don't have to move all together. Mudangsan is a personal business anyway. So Zhuge sega to move first. It's Wudang Mountain. It'll be over in a day or two."
The devil and the devil shouted at the same time.
"I'll go to the shaman."
"I am Wudang Mountain."
Lee Hwon asked the two people who had a snowball fight.
"Why?"
The devil shrugged his shoulders.
"I've become so handsome. If you go to Zhuge Liang, you'll have more scars than the road."
The reasons for her death were similar.
"I've become a young, pretty woman. It's not embarrassing to meet him, but you won't like him very much."
The same was true for similar reasons and ridiculous reasons.
Unexpectedly, however, the postmortem responded.
"So is he. I'll go."
"What's the reason?"
At Lee Hwon's words, the black man smiled bitterly.
"What you'll know in a day or two anyway. Don't think twice."
After coming down the Janggang River, the road to Mudangsan Mountain and Jegal Sega would now be divided.
"I'll take the medical exam.”
Hanma stepped out.
She took the same nickname, though for a different reason than before her return.
I don't want to change it until I get my vengeance.
"When my teacher talked about the past years, he said he received a lot of help from the medical examiner.”
It felt like a filial daughter somehow.
After giggling, Lee Hwon pointed his chin at the hair loss.
"You too go."
The mask was so full of joy that the sword and the horse's head were side by side. No matter how good Lee Hwon is, he thinks it's better than raising his head every day.
'Kkeut, go reflect on yourself and come back.
The coroner's grandiose sexuality was largely suppressed by Yi Hwon. However, if the two broke up, they would reveal their original personalities. And it was clear that Talma would miss Lee Hwon only then.
"Big brother, there's a fork in the road.”
The ends of the conduit pointed by the devil's spear were divided into two.
"See you in a few days, then."
It is the way to greet and break up lightly.
However, as soon as I passed the crossroads, there was a gust of sunshine.
shui yi yi yi yi yi ying
The wind is so strong that the leaves of the tree are scattered.
Lee Hwon hardened his face and then raised his finger to check the intensity of the wind.
"If there is this much wind while walking on a horse, ·····.""
"Big brother, what's the matter?"
"It's a two-hundred-year-old angler."
"You don't want to drink now?”
asked the devil as if he could not believe it.
No matter how great a hero is, he can't stay away from alcohol, but the formation has always been beyond imagination.
"Let's have a drink, feeling the atmosphere of the intimidation!"
Yi Hwon raised a bottle of rock tied to the saddle after a curious cry. And while the mama and the devil breathed out, the smell of alcohol spread around the coffin.
The independents were not absent when discussing political factions.
Who in any region can talk about the situation of Kang Ho without the noise of dizziness and shamanism? As such, the unparty power has always been great regardless of the actual situation. Even in the midfield, volcanic waves located on the outskirts and Wudangpa, which is a defeat of the northern province of Hoguk, had a different reputation.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
"Don't belittle the mountain music!"
"I'm telling the truth. If you don't admit the reality like that, you can't be a big deal if you just run away.”
"You're being mean. Is there anyone who doesn't know that the Namgoong Sega has begun by making money with salt and salt and offering bribes to the royal family? But you guys have never admitted it.”
Lee Hwon looked at Mt. Mudang, which appeared far away, with the sound of the two men fighting behind his ears.
'You have to go up there yourself and look at the signs of the ceiling.'
Also, we had to understand the true meaning of the shamanic double eyelids that we felt at the time of the ant cave. One of the two will be traitors, which will allow us to trace Chen back from the other direction.
"It's the bottom."
The devil's words read Lee Hwon's countenance.
Sorim and Mudang have long contributed to the rectification of Gangho, or the world, over time and time. Therefore, the Gangho people held their own events in respect of Sorim and Wudang.
That's Sorim's hama-haeng.
In the vicinity of Sosilbong Peak in Soongsan Mountain, he did not ride a horse, but showed respect by walking down. At the request of Shaolin, it was long gone.
On the other hand, the shaman's finger-pointing remained unchanged.
In order to prove that those who originally visited Wudangpa had no intention of attacking, they released weapons under a tree near the pond at the entrance of Mt.Mudang. One after another, a small conduit was built, and the shaman's disciples came out and took care of the weapons.
"What about the large-scale tussle?”
Through Changchunpyeong's blood scare, Yi Hwon's identity has already been known to the whole world. And hundreds of people saw his gloves turn into deformed weapons. Therefore, to get past the Haegeomji, one would have to release Palhwang and Mujak to avoid any trouble.
Yi Hwon simply suggested a solution.
"Just go."
"Brother, the shaman won't stand by.”
"Are we here to open our hands to the independents now?"
The mare grumbled at the devil.
"You should get used to it now. You felt the most painful way for Kang-ho to go back to power. But what if you're strong and still begs like you used to be? Think about me going around with you. Okay?"
The devil dodged his gaze with a condescending look.
As if the name value of Hana independents was quite heavy, they tried to relax by controlling the federal market.
At that time, a group of shamans showed up at the conduit in front of Haegeomji, boasting a fairly clear gaze.
"Stop! Where are the dead from?"
Instead of answering, he gave Ji-pung as a gift.
Papapot!
About a dozen Taoists scattered, and the late-looking chief fired off a landmark.
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And he was struck with the crown of his head by the devil's spear and confused.
"Your reputation is ringing, so I'll get you together."
Lee Hwon grinned and relaxedly pulled the reins.
The three relaxedly climbed the mountain.
Chen Am-jin is a long-term writer of the shamanist faction.
One was not the highest allocation.
Baekam and Cheongam, called Mudang Ssangseon, were the highest, followed by Suamja and Jeamja. Only thirty of the great disciples of the shaman reached the top, and more than ten of them entered the absolute topography.
The independents were as successful as they were.
Hana Jang Moon-in had a fluffy face as if she hadn't slept in days.
"Huuu, there's a drunkard coming up?"
"According to Changchun Pyung, he is accompanied by a brother-in-law and a mama."
Each of them was a disciple of bad news in the Byeokryangchang, a master of the national convention, and a secret priest of the family of Namgoong Sega. The identity shown in Changcheonpyeong was as good as proving one's identity.
"You must be strong."
"I'm sure so. Some of the bosses even call the chief of staff one of the best days of the day."
"There's a bad guy in front and back.”
Sitting across from Jang Mun-in, Je Am-ja fell asleep. He trained in shamanism for the longest time except for shamanism. In addition, he was praised for his close proximity to Jang Sambong, a Chinese poet.
Then he was silent.
"If you can't do it, will you be able to go to the Big Dipper?"
"Well."
"What about Mudang septum? How about our Chilsung Daejin?"
"I don't know."
The jang Moon-in shed a jangtan ceremony.
"Then shall I open the prose?”
"That's impossible. He siphoned off his daughter without the permission of the shaman."
"Officially, there's no daughter in a cancer-free man."
"Although Bon Fahrenheit doesn't accept female disciples, she can choose a good literary star from the inner circle. Muam was like my youngest brother. If possible, I'd like to wish him a happy birthday after choosing his marriage partner.”
When the armpiter closed his eyes and opened them, the light was full.
"That's why we don't welcome the Lord of the Docks."
The writer rose from his seat.
The place where he stays is a private room where no one comes and goes even inside Jassogung Palace, which is the home of Mudang.
"There's no reason for you and me to face each other for that reason."
profit and loss
As soon as Jang Moon-in opened the door to the private room, a roar erupted from the sponsorship.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The old man let out his anger with white hair and whiskers.
One thing was for a while, and I think he is crying and sighing. And soon, like a madman, he burst out the mine ceaselessly.
"Hahahahaha!"
Jang Moon-in sighed at the sight of an old man expressing both joy and anger.
"Ha, no doubt an apostle."
The armpiter hurriedly added a word.
"Not an apostle. It's the death penalty. Look. He expresses the feelings of apostles, but his body does not move. The death penalty is now against the Ganglim Spirit!"
Jang Moon-in asked the old man, leaving the determination of the cancer-takers behind.
"How much longer can you hold out?"
When asked by Jang Moon-in, the old man shouted and spread out two fingers.
"Is it two days?"
Je Am-ja blushed at the sight of the old man, and her fists shook and spoke.
"The white-cancer death penalty will be back in two days. And I'm sure I'll give you a solution if it's my change.”
Jang Moon-in looked up at the sky.
"From now on, the Wudangpa will be buried for two days."
an end
c. Kim Tae-hyun