The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 212

“Kwaaah!”

Sharp screams fill the night sky.

A small manor located on the outskirts of Chang’an County, a city in the south of Xi’an.

It was the manor of the Jangan Oh family, a literary family who served as local villagers for generations of Jin Seok-jang’s ancestors.

Although it was only a local official, it was a place that had been respected by the nearby villagers for generations to come.

Then, an unexpected enemy came to that place.

Kuaang!

Fragments of the broken gate are scattered in a mess in the yard, and Geun-sik, a hanger-on, bounces in and rolls.

“No, what the hell is this?”

Oh Gyeong, the owner of Jinseokjang, a man wearing a school uniform, jumped out of the house in the middle of the night while reading the sutras.

And in his gaze, he saw a figure walking proudly through the broken gate.

He covered his lower body with a black mask and had a man on his side.

“Who are you!”

In response to Oh-kyung’s screams, the masked monster, Jinmu, looked at him calmly and asked.

“Are you the Five Books?”

“…?”

An attacker with a childish voice who came to his manor.

At a glance, it would be obvious that he was wearing a black robe and wearing a mask stealing things in the dark, but how could he be so confident?

And to break down the front door and come in proudly.

If that’s the case, why did you wear a mask or something? And who else is the person on the side?

“The laws of the country are strict, but how can a mere villain walk around like this!”

There were many eyes in the manor, so the Five Commandments solemnly shouted.

“under! national law? There are so many different things to say.”

Of course, there is no way that Jinmu will eat it.

“What?”

“It’s because it’s funny when someone who disguises himself as a local villager and peels pumpkin seeds behind his back talks about state law.”

“What nonsense is that?”

“What can’t you say? That bastard disguised as a hanger-on over there is a little kid who is dizzy just by looking at it.”

“…”

Jinmu’s snort made Oh-gyeong’s complexion turn cold.

Actually, the Pentateuch is not disguised. In fact, he has been living as the family head of Oga and a local villager in Jangan for a long time.

There was only one hidden identity. Could it be that the author knew his true identity?

He had already received a secret order, erased all traces, and stopped all intelligence activities.

No one knows who they are.

But why do you speak like you know everything?

no way? Sent from the Jeongmu-maeng?

It can’t be.

If so, there would be no way to come up alone, and there would be no way to wear a mask.

Moreover, it was after the soldiers of Hwasan and the investigation team of the government department who were investigating Xi’an had already been there.

I couldn’t find anything and I couldn’t figure out anything.

Swoop.

In preparation for any unsavory incident, he could see his subordinates, disguised as family slaves, approaching Jinmu.

Oh Jing subtly raised his hand to stop them. He thought it was not the time yet.

First of all, it was to figure out the identity of the opponent.

“It seems there is some misunderstanding. This place is…”

“Misunderstanding? what misunderstanding? Youngeundang West Ban Branch Baby. If you’re going to say that I’m not that kind of person, stop talking about it.”

“…!”

You know exactly who you are.

Oh Kyung’s eyes trembled.

“what? How did you guys do that?”

how do you know

Jinmu smiles and puts the person on his side on the floor.

“Are you a bit offended? This kid keeps trying to run away whenever he gets a chance. Is it because I lost less?”

“….”

At Jinmu’s words, the Five Kings looked at the figure scattered on the ground.

Less hit?

I made the porridge so that I wondered if the thing in front of me was a person?

Her arms and legs swayed as if they were dying, and her face was so swollen from how much she had been beaten that it was hard to recognize.

“I am alive. Danjeon was destroyed.”

“….”

“I was kind enough to let you know that you guys were stuck here since I beat a few.”

“That kind of thing!”

did you tell me?

If so, could it be that he is a soldier of Youngeundang, like a sticky rice porridge?

That also makes no sense.

The warriors of Yeoneundang have been training to endure various tortures and newspapers in case they are caught.

I was confident that even if I cut my chest with a knife and burned my face with fire, I would not speak out.

However, Oh Kyung, who could not hide his anxiety, looked at the man with narrowed eyes.

I couldn’t recognize his face because he was so badly hurt, but it felt familiar somehow.

‘okay! mark!’

Youngeundang, which is made up of dots.

If he belonged to the same company, there would be a mark engraved to confirm his identity like himself.

Oh-kyung’s gaze reaches the limbs of Jeong-so, whose clothes are torn and revealed without his knowledge.

“…!”

In an instant, the eyes of the Five Kings tremble uncontrollably.

It is certain that Youngeundang is a soldier.

“why? Is there something on your arm?”

The quick-witted Jinmu did not miss Oh-kyung’s trembling eyes.

where his gaze landed.

Jeongso’s palms.

At first glance, a blue pattern engraved like veins that can be seen through the skin.

It was so tiny that it was hard to find if you didn’t look closely.

See these chicks?

Jinmu grabbed Jeongso’s arm, which was lying on the ground.

Jinmu’s eyes narrowed in interest as he examined them closely to confirm.

“If you have anything like this, tell me sooner.”

“…”

Would you say something like that?

Oh-kyung’s eyes twitch at Jinmu’s kind words.

“Even if I knew this, it’s okay to go looking for them one by one. Now, who’s going to guide you next?”

“….”

The moment a sly smile emerges from Jinmu’s mouth hidden by a mask, an order containing life is shouted from Oh Kyung’s mouth.

“Kill!”

out of the blue?

Well, it’s only natural when they’re caught.

Paha!

The warriors hiding among the slaves surged up at the same time as the name of the Five Commandments fell and blew their swords at Jinmu.

no way. Would you die if it were you?

Jinmu looked at the guys who threw their bodies at him.

One two three… Eight.

Like the old man who fell after being beaten up first, he was only at a level of dizziness.

The guys who don’t have much to eat are subdued later, and the goal is…!

grasp!

Jinmu takes a step forward and pushes the ground as if kicking it with all his might.

Director Oh Kyung.

The most delicious guy.

You have to ask where the next guy is after biting him off on his own.

While the attacking weapons fired at the place where Jinmu had been, Jinmu, which was fired like a flash war, quickly narrowed the distance to the Five Classics.

“Huh!”

Ogyeong swallows the wind at an unexpected movement and quickly shakes his hand.

Zurich!

Dozens of long shadows created in an instant disturbed my eyes, aiming for Jinmu’s blood.

It’s really good enough to be said to be in charge of the branch of Ilseong… but

what kind of attack will it do with that kind of thing.

It should be at the level of Taecheong Sansoo.

Jinmu’s hand lightly touched his chest, drew a circle, and stretched forward.

Whoa!

The paper dolls that had been piled up in one place were divided as if they were spread out into thousands.

Jang Young of Taecheong Landscapes fills up all the visible space at once.

“100 million!”

Three… no, ten times the number he made.

When his attack is scattered without being heard by Taecheong Sansoo, Oh-gyeong runs away in astonishment.

Knock!

“…!”

However, without a moment’s surprise, Jinmu’s grasping force pulling his wrist strongly pulled Oh Kyung towards Jinmu at a much faster speed than he had retreated.

“Because I can’t do it once.”

“…!”

The Five Classics, which had lost their balance, hurriedly waved their hands, but the tall heart that soared wide open quickly hit the bottom of the chin.

Kwajik!

“Kuk!”

Wujing’s head, which was suddenly closed and frowned in pain like breaking teeth, lifted up.

Whirik!

It spins so fast that the hem of the clothes stands stiffly, and the heel of the cold Jinmu strikes the back of the head of the Five Classics.

blah blah!

Pentagram, which had been thrown through the floor, seemed to tremble for a while, then fell limp.

Three movements occurred in just two breaths.

“…”

Even while the chieftain was suppressed right in front of his eyes, the warriors at Jinseokjang couldn’t even move.

Chew!

Jinmu licked his lips with his tongue and smiled strangely.

“So, which one should I start with?”

“…!”

* * *

After a while.

“….”

Oh Kyung kneeling in front of Jinmu.

It took only a fraction of a second for him to turn the Pentateuch and his minions into a clot of blood.

One by one, Jinmu, who sucked his inner energy, sat down with Oh Kyung and asked.

“Now, where is the next guy? Wouldn’t it be nice if he was stronger than you?”

“…”

Goosebumps rose at the sight of his eyes as if he was looking at delicious food.

can’t even die

I ordered him to sit down and test the demon blood, and he took out the dogdan in his mouth in advance.

The fiend Mine… and so on.

What kind of profanity should I use to describe the guy in front of me?

And the evil energy in those eyes. It will definitely be Magi.

“Kill him.”

“huh?”

“Do you think you can learn something just because you subdued me? I am the leader of Youngeundang.”

The pupils of Oh-kyung staring at Jinmu with glowing eyes.

“…Mistress is bothering me.”

Why do these bastards ask to be killed when they get caught?

Is life that light?

Jinmu scratched the back of his head.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you just answered?”

“Shut up! You wicked bastard! Do you think that I will torture you like Jeong-so!”

“…okay. I guess so.”

Everyone said that.

Jinmu sighed and rolled up his sleeves.

Oh Kyung did not know.

How terrifying is Jinmu’s beating. Why did Jeongso choose Gobyeon

…

Puck puck puck puck!

Jinmu’s beating was like a skill developed through long training.

“Quaaaaaagh!”

You must have a firm heart that does not harbor pity even in the face of painful screams.

puck! Puff! puck! Puck!

I had to carefully control my strength so that I would never lose my mind.

Kwajik! Knock! Wow!

He had to have strong stamina to be able to beat for a long time.

That is the artistic realm that sublimated the skeletal muscles into beating.

Beaten with soul.

That was Jinmu’s long term.

“Save me… Kueek!”

Jinmu did not ask a single question throughout the beating.

In the end, I ignored the voice of Oh Kyung, who shouted that he would answer anything if you asked him to save his life.

There are still a few more left.

“Huh…”

When Jinmu exhaled the breath he had inhaled deeply after the beating, Oh Kyung was really just holding his breath.

It wouldn’t be strange if he died at any time, but he didn’t die.

“Kill… please… Please.”

Oh Kyung put her head on the floor and shed tears like ooze and asked for it as best she could.

It was the Pentateuch that had been robbed of all its internal power, and only a handful remained.

The Five Classics, whose face has become swollen and swollen, twice as big as before.

His nose was broken long ago and he even had two teeth? one? There was only a little bit left, and it looked like a piece of porridge.

Moreover, the limbs whose bones had been crushed a long time ago could not be moved.

Right now, I just wanted to die.

“Now let’s ask again. Throw up a little higher than you, look at me. Or guide me like this guy.”

“That… is…”

The Five Books hesitate to say whether he still has reason.

Swoop.

Jinmu, who is squatting by his bedside, grabs Ohgyeong’s head and lifts it up.

The moment he saw the fist, the Five Classics, whose expression seemed to have separated the soul and body, exclaimed in horror.

“I am Cho Jong-nam! Jong-nam…”

Oh-kyung screamed very clearly, not sure where he suddenly got that strength.

Jongnam? Jinmu narrowed his eyes.

ha true No matter how urgent this bastard is, he still is. Where do you sell herbs?

Sejak is in Jongnam, one of the core of Gupa?

“If you get caught grinding your teeth, you really lose.”

“I really am. One of Yeoneundang’s leaders, Jong-nam’s… Jong-nam’s…”

“….”

Suddenly Oh-kyung started repeating the same words with unfocused eyes.

What is it?

The moment Jinmu wonders, the tendons on his body swell like earthworms.

“Jongnam’s… uhh…”

He started to make strange noises.

Kwack Kwadeuk.

“…!”

Wu Jing, whose body twisted grotesquely and made a creepy noise, began to vomit dark red blood from the Chilgong.

“…”

Ko (蠱)?

under? look at these chicks

did you write solitude? to my subordinate?

It is real solitude, not the Chuhyanggo that Dang Se-ryeong took.

Truly cruel solitude that forbids his subordinates to die in order not to reveal their secrets.

That’s what it means…

Jinmu examines the eight limbs of the Five Classics that have died.

Blue vein pattern.

정말 개새끼들이다.

It’s different from not listening and losing. It is also different from going into battle and fighting to death.

to avoid revealing their identity.

The son of a captain fed solitude to his subordinates who believed in him and followed him.

If you speak out, die.

I only think of my subordinates as consumables… that’s what it is.

“You mean… in Jongnam?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed coldly.