Volcanic Spirit

It's a young man about twenty years old.

It was hard to understand the emergence of a moribund young man at a time when all the Jegal people were dead.

"What are you?"

He is a young man who is likely to reach his peak at best.

The level of danger is the level of dust.

"Enemy, enemy."

Lee Hwon took the trouble and gave the young man a boost to his back. He vomited a handful of dark red blood three or four times. A few breaths were all about the halo phenomenon. It was almost impossible to expect a normal conversation from a young man.

That's why I acted.

"He! What happened to him?"

The end of the passage from Gasan was hard to measure.

Instead, the number of torches stuck in each half reached about a hundred. Since then, the road has been broken, so it would be hard to tell how far it has reached. Such a secret space was hard to think of except for the hideout of Zhuge Liang-sak during the Socheon Period. Sure enough, the young man began to talk as he came out of his confusion.

"Yak,약을,·,··. I'm on my way back, ······· Enemy, ····."."."

As expected, he was the one who took the initiative of Zhuge Liang.

That was enough.

It would have been better than getting confused after hearing the words of the incompetent person. As soon as I took off my hand on his back, I couldn't afford to count the numbers.

"Well, there's something."

Lee Hwon stepped with his mouth raised.

The martial arts of the white-cancer would have been absolute, even at the minimum. And didn't you confirm that the staff's ignorance is already super-high? Therefore, it is impossible to pass by without confirming the fate of the waiters.

"It means he was in such a hurry to find the sophora, or he intentionally kept it alive."

The pace grew faster and faster.

No matter how long the underground space stretches like a labyrinth, it would not be difficult for Lee Hwon to feel it.

"You can check it yourself!"

Baek Am-jin showed an unparalleled impatience.

"He's coming."

Sitting in the heart of Hana Cave, the monster did not even budge. I just looked at a picture of a grotesque animal that filled the semi-circular space, and breathed out occasionally, observing the celestial gates carved on the ceiling.

"He's coming."

Nothing has changed.

Baek Am-jin looked down at the blue stone lying in front of him.

There were as many as 360. Hana and none of her subordinates, including him, could put their feet on the blue stone.

"The mastermind was attacked, and Cheongryong and Hyunmoo are on duty. Right now, you're right to stay away."

Only then did the face of an old man wearing a blanket move.

The glare from the ceiling caused the top of the head to glow red, and in the place where the eyes were supposed to be, there was something black, which seemed to be hollow and unknown depth.

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. I'm just afraid things will go wrong."

The old man looked up at the ceiling again.

It was the Cheonchongdaehwa, which was created by adding the operation of celestial bodies to astronomy and main characters. One of the eight tombstones embedded in it still shed 60,000 light.

"I am afraid."

“······.”

"I'm afraid of him running like a Shinma, absorbing the psychic's heart."

The article unfolded when he lifted up his bony arm.

The tombstone that had been embedded in the ceiling was pulled out of its own hands and came down slowly. He mended the tombstone and pressed down lightly on the side of the stone.

a gag drama

As the organ was activated, a staircase leading upward appeared.

"Leave."

"You, ···.".""

"I'll go, too. Just as Cheongnyong and Hyunmoo do, Baekho, finish the given work.”

Baek Am-jin bowed his head and disappeared along the stairs with his men.

"Because you are as afraid as a Shinma, you will also act like a Shinma. If a fake acts like it's real, how destruction happens, you won't pass this trap to be real."

The old man recited his prayers and pressed the blue stone.

Then the stones he was sitting on began to descend. Even the old man who was sitting on it left a word before he was completely gone.

"So now will be the last chance to lock you up."

After a while, the cheongseok rose as it did when it went down.

However, there was still an old man sitting on the Cheongseok. However, it was different that he was already dying and slowly spreading the smell of blood. While the smell of blood was spreading, I heard footsteps at the entrance.

Yi Hwon had to wander for a long time through a labyrinth that stretched like a spider's web. This place was not made in a day or two. It was evident that it had been built for at least hundreds of years.

"Ah! It's so dirty.”

a place where Zhuge Liang is kept secret even within me

It is perfect because the socheon-gi Jegalsak is hidden.

One reason why Lee Hwon was annoyed was not related to size or complexity. No matter how complicated the road is and how wide the maze is, it would not be a problem if you relied on the flagpole. He had to blow a hole somewhere in order for a person to live. So you could just follow the wind.

But I couldn't feel it.

It was a windless zone with no wind, and the terrain, mixed with the heavens and the luminaries, disturbed the five senses every minute.

In the meantime, instinct constantly warned of danger.

"쯧."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

He thought that some of the survivors of the song had superiority. At that time, it was certain that the innermost thoughts, tendencies, and qualities of the survivors would have worked differently. In fact, Namgoong Chun-woon, who was arrogant and originally strong, accepted Simdeuk faster than the bad news of the wall window, which had been mired in shame and helplessness.

Therefore, it was inevitable to look down on the sophora root canal.

In the first place, I yawned, and I thought it was not difficult because I could only do brainwork.

But if you look at the level of difficulty, this is the worst.

"I don't know what you've learned, but you've made me so helpless."

It wasn't just to erase the wind, to block the five senses.

Even the sound and the feeling were controlled, and when the blood was scattered, it scattered without going far. It was as difficult as if this cave itself was a deep-seated part of Zhuge Liang's.

It was a labyrinth without a trap, just a complicated one.

That's why it took time and it wasn't difficult to get to the destination.

"Ah."

Yi Hwon stepped into the cave where the old man and Baek talked. Three hundred and sixty stones laid in rows across the street, with an old man sitting in the middle.

Pod

As soon as I banged my finger, a stream of geophores was released. The gifung, which began as one, split into dozens and passed around the body of the old man. At the same time, the gunpowder, which the old man was wearing on his head, was removed.

"Is he dead? This is a trouble."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

Hundreds of stab wounds were entangled like vines in the wrinkled old man's face. The spot where the snow was supposed to be was hollow, and more wrinkles than the cut were wrinkled. Judging from the condition of the stab wounds, it was a wound that occurred decades ago. And stab wounds proved the identity of the old man to be his own.

"You look as ugly as I've heard."

Zhuge Liang was a great man.

Originally, the rich and the master get a beauty.

That's why the latter players originally had many handsome and beautiful men, and sought harmony through military service and spirituality. Those who studied Hana often had a big physique as they sat down, and it was hard to get a favorable impression because they did not release waste materials by learning to study.

In addition, the situation at the time was tracking down Shinma.

When others opened their eyes, Zhuge Liang rode a horse, and the proud brain did not see the light. His self-esteem has fallen to the bottom, and his hostility has only increased.

"Something in the background is great.”

There was a reason why only the devil and the mama stayed away from Zhuge Liang, and only the mild-hearted prosecutor accepted to meet Zhuge Liang.

"It's even more suspicious now that the body has appeared."

Yi Hwon erased information about Zhuge Liang, which he had heard so far through the monsters.

Bees look for flowers, flies covet shit.

The ugly man, as he said, would yearn for beauty as much as he hated it.

over and over again

Lee Hwon walked aimlessly on the blue stone.

No traps or organs were activated.

He squatted in front of the body of an old man and raised the corners of his mouth.

"So Zhuge Liang claims that he wanted to be loved by everyone in the world after learning the Gangrim conjugation by the heart of the Shinma?"

The body is silent.

It doesn't make sense to combine the clues so far. Survivors of the song never interacted with each other, and they didn't care about each other's. Therefore, it would not be strange if Zhuge Liang had mastered the Gangrim wedding magic. In other words, Hyeongsanpa's unbroken sword, the Chukyongnoedo, may have mastered the Gangrim marriage therapy.

One thing was all too coincidental.

Lee Hwon looked up at the sky.

Numerous points and lines are intertwined like cobwebs.

One focused on eight of them.

There is no way to know what is originally embedded because only traces remain. However, eight holes naturally reminded me of the survivor of the masterpiece, the Palhwangmugukzon, and someone who would have mastered the Gangrim wedding.

In the end, there was a sense of incompatibility in everything that Zhuge Liang did.

You've been preparing fakes for decades, and you've been reviewing your plans for years. The vastness of the plan was plausible, but the details were full of holes. It's as if you're trying to tell the truth as if you're trying to be thorough and deceiving.

"Did you expect me to be arrogant at this point because I found a crack in this plan?"

Yi Hwon openly searched for the body.

At first glance, it's got everything that seems to be in order.

And it is impossible to confirm the existence of the Gangrim wedding magic against the dead.

Hana Lee Hwon was sure.

'Why did you leave the fake in public?'

It's simply unnecessary.

Not many of the countless streams of information can be sure.

Zhuge Liang is an important figure in the Temple of Heavenly Dragon War.

So Lee Hwon was confused.

Who would have expected that the survivor of the masterpiece would suffer from a ganglim wedding magic? I was wondering because something happened that I had never even thought about before.

What the hell is going on?

Then, a blue stone next to the body of an old man caught my eye.

There is dust everywhere, but only there are clear handprints left. It is blatantly revealing that it is a trap, but it was pressed without hesitation.

a gag drama

Already, no organ or poison was feared.

That is why I watched the agency's invocation in a relaxed manner.

The whole Cheongseok descended as if the old man had disappeared.

Then came the space under the blue stone.

"What is it? That."

The space is open as if the kidneys had inserted a spear and pulled it out. The depth was thought to be more than twenty pages, and the lights were twitching beneath it. And where the lights were reflected, the two letters of Shinma were clearly inscribed.

Again this time, he openly revealed his hiding place.

While Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead, the entire space fluctuated.

The walls split as if they were about to collapse, and soil and dust began to pour out like rain from the ceiling.

Hana Lee Hwon still remained relaxed.

It was possible to escape through a hole in the ceiling if the blood vessels were to be spread out with polarity. So the essence of this trap would be an option to go down the cave and check something unknown, or give up and escape.

"There's no reason to crawl in knowing it's a trap.”

Lee Hwon snorted.

And as soon as he was about to soar towards the hole in the ceiling, he opened his eyes wide. A ray of light, thundering down through a hole in the ceiling, filled the clock.

At that moment, I recalled the body of an old man, the true intentions of Zhuge Liang, the conspiracy of Cheonryongjeon, and the traces of Shinma. This place has a very dull feeling because of the lack of blood circulation.

Therefore, it was not until he reached the point that he, who was lowered like a light in the state of Shin Gum-il, was able to identify his face.

"Lion stock?"

The lion forest, the father of the black man, was lowered into a strong season with a platter wrapped around his body. At the same time, the whole cave began to collapse in a moment, as if it had suddenly missed the passage of time.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

"Let's die together!"

The lion's voice was plain.

One, Donggui-jin's technique, which is played by a person who has passed the absolute limit and entered the transcendental landscape, was not ordinary. Lee Hwon also had to do his best to win the match.

"You should visit the Heavenly Dragon. Why me?"

With Lee Hwon's irritating cry, the blood vessels scattered like a red curtain. He captured the mystery of the intangible genitalia in an extremely cohesive vein, and searched the whole body of the Four Seasons in pursuit of the sense of heavenly decision.

Lalalalalalalalalak

He tore the lion's likeness into pieces.

Hana, Lee Hwon, who had no time to express the joy of killing the master of transcendence in one breath, flew toward the ceiling, which is now invisible.

"What is this?"

At first glance, it was almost as high as a mule.

The height was impossible for the criminal, but Lee Hwon was able to jump at once. Even though one rose close to seven pages, the hole in the ceiling is only there. I never thought that the five senses that had been dazzled by the maze would still be in disarray. No, this must have been the last trick that Zhuge Liang created. The constant pressure on him forced him to miss something no matter how much Lee Hwon said.

"Fuck it! I'll find it and kill it!"

Unlike his exhilarating cry, he had to throw himself into a hole leading down the cave.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun