"I'm going to put my hand on the body for a moment. Please forgive my rudeness."
"ah… … ."
"Do you have anything to say?"
"uh… … ."
"I will listen to the words of Confucius."
"So that… … ."
"… … ."
"… … Do what you do."
"Yes, then."
The man caught the pulse of Cheon Ha-jin, who lay quietly like a child who listens well.
flinch!
'cold.'
My fingers were as cold as ice. The chill penetrated even the calluses on her hands, giving her goose bumps.
Damn, a corpse would be warmer to the touch.
The man closed his eyes.
Woo woo woo.
Weak energy rising with a strange resonant sound.
Chun Ha-jin's pupils shook as if an earthquake had struck.
Horrible aura pouring in through the pulse gate.
'It's real magic!'
Margie.
It's not like a demon that has changed after learning some trivial martial arts.
It was a real magic that could be smoked only after learning the so-called authentic magic that could be extracted from a perfectly established martial art.
I was sobered up.
'Bee, damn it! So this is really... … Whoops!'
A feeling of vomiting came suddenly. Even though I haven't eaten anything, I want to vomit.
I've been curious about it for a long time, are you guys not familiar with it? If you contain this disgusting energy, don't you just get depressed or vomit?
The man said with his eyes closed.
"The blood flow was damaged, but the twisted arm veins took their place to some extent. Fortunately, the dangerous hurdle has been overcome."
I know.
"My muscles have degenerated a lot, but my energy and vitality have taken their place. This is why there is no inconvenience in moving around."
I know, man.
"It is questionable that the Danjeon disappeared… … Rather, it may have been a good thing. It's worse than no danteon that only creates tak."
Okay, so please get rid of this disgusting Magi!
The man withdrew his hand from the mac door. Chun Ha-jin let out a long sigh as if he had finally caught his breath.
After that, the man and the councilor had a conversation in low voices. It was about how to proceed with the treatment afterwards.
Chun Ha-jin rolled his eyes.
'Patience! Rot!'
It is an established fact that the body is getting better. He was well versed in the art of medicine, and Muae-gong's Yosang-gyeol itself was so mesmerizing.
The real problem is that this is the Demonic Cult.
'Aaaaaa! I'm going crazy, really!!'
Heavenly Demon God.
The so-called Millennium Demonic Church, Cheonma Shinkyo, was the oldest and worst magical force of this era, created by Murimsa for thousands of years.
It is by far the strongest in terms of single force, and it was like a symbol of chaos that made the whole Moorim tense.
In terms of simple numbers, although the Uicheon Alliance and the Iron Blood Castle, which are alliances, are overwhelming, Kang Ho called Uicheon, Iron Blood, and the Heavenly Horse the three generations of Kang Ho.
The danger of the Heavenly Demon Gods is already explained at the point where a single armed group stands shoulder to shoulder with the coalitions.
Even though there were prestigious families called Mado-chilga, they were also a sect of Protestantism.
The Demonic Cult, and the Chilga.
The worst group of demons in history, treated as equivalent to plague by those living in the river.
in short… … .
'You have to bounce!'
Fish must live in water. The moment you go up to the land, regardless of the fish species, you will be killed.
Even if it was the blood of the seven families, it would have been a mess, but it was the Confucius of the Demonic Cult. He thought he was moderately fucked, but he was properly fucked.
Whatever the case, escape is the answer. It is not the time to argue with status and nabal.
If you don't bounce, you die!
"The pace of improvement is very rapid.
However, I think it's time to rest.
I will take decoction and acupuncture in the morning and evening, so I think it would be right to lie down for a while."
The man's voice was blunt and even cracked. Does it feel like pouring stones? It's a very intrusive tone, a voice.
For the patient's safety, you'd better keep your mouth shut.
"Chief Jang."
"Yes, Lord."
"In the future, raise the Jeon Gangtang. The acupuncture is a golden acupuncture needle. Change your diet to normal."
"Is that okay?"
"… … ."
"All right."
The man called Ark lowered his head toward Cheon Ha-jin.
"I will see you once in two days. Until we see you again, please take good care of me."
After saying that, the man left the room.
The maid trembled and stood beside her, while Congressman Jang cleared his throat and checked Chun Ha-jin's pulse.
Chun Ha-jin turned his head away from the two. It was not a matter of concern to them.
'Dangerous. It's really dangerous.'
Since he knew that this was the Demonic Cult, he had to take care of himself and abandon the thought of leaving.
If possible, you should leave immediately. No, even if it is impossible, we must make it possible.
The eyes of the former No. 1 killer in the world, burning with a firm sense of purpose... … .
He looked very anxious.
'Let's go out and see!'
* * *
To be honest, it was an impossible dream.
I knew that this was the Demonic Cult, and I also knew that this body's status was very great.
So what? Whether you go out secretly or openly, you have to have that kind of skill and justification to go out.
Skill is undoubtedly the top of the powerhouse, but it is a thing of the past. justification? There are no more justifications.
Would you send an exhausted patient to the suburbs as crazy?
In other words, there was no way for Cheon Ha-jin to escape from this place.
How can I get out of here? Is there any way to escape unnoticed?
Chun Ha-jin, who was worried over and over again, decided to look at the liver first.
And despaired.
"Compared to two days ago, my vitality has become very strong. This is truly an encouraging achievement.
The reason is that vitality is similar to internal energy, so the more you get momentum, the faster it builds up."
"… … ."
"It will take time for the inner wound to heal, but I believe that even after the next five days, Confucius' body will enter a period of stability. so… … ."
"… … ."
"I beg you to concentrate on taking care of your body in your dwelling place! Please."
"… … Thanks for the advice."
"I apologize."
This bastard throws, what would the guy who grabbed the back of his neck and threw him into the bed say?
Chun Ha-jin sharpened his teeth.
I thought it would take. Still, the first thing I did was to get at least some information about the nearby terrain.
If you know where the hole was drilled and where this road leads, why don't you take the first step?
I was confident that I would not lose anywhere as far as the eyes that grasped the geographical features.
Salwang himself was the one who could draw a map with his head if he looked around just one road, just one corner.
but i couldn't do that
While the maid was away for a while, the moment she sneaked open the door and went out into the front yard,
The man appeared at the right time to the point where I wondered if this was okay.
result… … As you can see.
"Could the small man check his pulse one more time?"
If you don't, I won't... … Ah, how cold!
Chen Ha-jin grumbled inwardly.
'Ask or not.'
cool baby. Cubs are rude.
After a while, the man opened his eyes.
It was still a hard impression, but there was a surprise that could not be hidden in his eyes.
"During that short period of time, the damaged blood vessels were further restored."
"… … ."
"It's not just blood. Internal injuries are improving rapidly overall.
It is said to have been helped by medicinal herbs and acupuncture, but it is truly an amazing recovery."
The man stopped talking and looked at Cheon Ha-jin with strange eyes.
what are those eyes?
When Chun Ha-jin openly frowned, the man also lowered his head as if he was sorry.
"Please forgive the rudeness. It seems that So-in is a little surprised because of his outstanding recovery power. Please count."
"… … ."
"It is believed that acupuncture will no longer be necessary. Instead, I will try to recover with a nutritious meal and Jeon Gangtang."
"Okay. ah! But I have a question for you."
"Come to Xiamen."
"What is Jeon Gangtang? I've never heard of it."
He had to learn medical skills in order to survive.
He is not at the level worthy of being called a famous doctor, and rather has a deeper knowledge of poisoning, but he is still capable of steaming and steaming a doctor.
There was no decoction called Jeongangtang in his memory. Well, it's up to each person to name a drug... … .
The man immediately bowed his head.
'huh?'
Chen Ha-jin's eyes flashed.
Was it because of the hard appearance until then? It felt like the other person was a little flustered.
"Jeongangtang is an aphrodisiac decoction that is good at rejuvenating. It is a medicine made in-house by the main school, and is only offered to the highest ranking leaders of the school."
"exactly?"
"yes."
Chun Ha-jin tilted his head involuntarily.
'Are they good at reviving energy?'
Whatever it is, medicine is medicine. If you felt your own weakness, you would have pulled that strength and speeded up your recovery?
'… … Well, it could be a problem with my senses.'
It's not just the five senses, it's a situation where the senses are extremely degraded. This is the part you could miss if you weren't paying attention.
Yes, you can.
"I will come back in two days. May you recover quickly."
The man disappeared with gunfire.
After a while, the maid opened her mouth in an awkward voice.
"Confucius, the wind is blowing. close the window... … ."
"Hey."
"yes yes?!"
"What is my name?"
"Um, what did you mean… … ."
"What is my name and what is my status? Give me some personal details."
The maid inwardly tilted her head. Why is she suddenly asking that?
Then, Chun Ha-jin turned to the maid.
'… … !'
The maid's face turned pale.
There was a serious face I hadn't seen in the past ten days.
The unwavering eyes and mask-like expression gave off a colorless and transparent coolness.
An atmosphere that does not allow counter-questioning.
"Confucius… … ."
"Right, right. say it."
Simple information about this body flowed from the mouth of the maid with her head bowed.
Name Xiliang (徐亮). Twenty-three years old, the third of seven disciples of the Demonic Sect.
As a disciple directly recruited by the religious master, he was excellent in martial arts and excellent sense.
Before his body reached this point, he was also strong enough to compete for supremacy among his disciples.
He was evaluated as one of the disciples closest to the position of the next leader,
Caught in a state fire, he lost all martial arts and was unconscious for half a year.
'The three masters of the Demonic Cult?'
Among the three generations of Kang Ho, information on the Cheonma Shinkyo was not particularly well known to Kang Ho.
Among them, information about the candidates was particularly confidential.
Unlike the two groups, the Uicheon League and the Iron-Blooded Clan, Protestantism took the route of thoroughly hiding its candidates.
Fear of unknown territory. It was an extension of the Protestant reign of terror.
"What is your personality?"
"yes?"
"What was your personality like?"
It was somewhat inferred that he was a disciple of the religious leader. How many people can be called Confucius in the Demonic Cult?
But what I was really curious about was the reputation of the bastard Xu Liang.
This is because you need to know what kind of person he is and what he has done so that you can respond naturally to unexpected situations.
"that… … ."
the maid hesitated.
Chun Ha-jin comforted her with nice words.
"know. i know everything Everyone knows that words are hard to say in front of the person concerned."
"… … yes."
"But it is. It's because I want to hear it honestly, without adding or subtracting. I'm a bit confused after I got to this point.
It seems that many of my memories are gone."
"oh! That's right."
"huh. So tell me. Detailed and clear."
"Yeah, but… … ."
"If you don't want to talk about it, there's no point. I'm in no position to give any orders... … ."
For a moment, the maid took an immobile posture.
"I take orders! With his ruthless temper, he was notorious as a fearsome person on campus!
In particular, he was sensitive about handling work, so he didn't just overlook a minor mistake! Many have been crippled or killed because of it!"
"Yes?"
"He did not hesitate to commit any evil deed if necessary, and he did not choose any means or methods for an end!
slaughterer! scab! son of a bitch! It is a modifier implicitly referring to Confucius on campus!"
The maid sighed and caught her breath.
Chun Ha-jin narrowed his eyes.
slaughterer? scab? son of a bitch?
"… … Really?"
"yes?"
"Is it real?"
"Hup!"
The maid's face turned pale at once.
I thought it would automatically respond to the word 'command', but now that I think about it, I couldn't say it in front of my face.
Chun Ha-jin's face was devastated.
"What kind of garbage was this?"
"Oh no! don't say that... … ."
"No."
"Please kill the girl!"
The maid prostrated herself.
Chen Ha-jin sighed. I'm not asking for a clean personality from someone who's three masters of the Demonic Cult, but isn't this a bit harsh?
If you're wrong, you'll cripple or kill? What is a real butcher?
'no. I'm not going to live here anyway.'
Still, I can't hide my embarrassment.
Chun Ha-jin, who was looking down at the maid with complicated eyes, opened his mouth.
"But why are you doing that?"
"Please kill me!"
"Why do you want me to kill you whenever you have a chance? Get up, man."
"… … yes?"
"Ah-oh! stuffy!"
When Cheon Ha-jin forced her to stand up, the maid jumped up in surprise.
"Hey."
"yes!"
"Get ready to drink."
"yes?"
Chen Ha-jin's eyes twinkled.
The maid trembled at the deeper glow in her eyes than before.
'Anyway, you're not the timid one, are you?'
then?
'Anyway, he was a ferocious guy, so I won't be suspicious if I move a little hotter.'
Are you going to go out of your way to get a drink, and you're going to mistreat a person who's worth the trio?