episode_0466

Creating hell for evil people.

ingredient. knave. The more the better.

one. Chop the ingredients into large pieces.

Crushing the limb is best, but it is better to avoid methods such as dislocating it yourself.

(If you pierce a hole in your neck, you can enjoy a quiet evil hell.)

two. Please dig the ground.

The materials are for decoration, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t dig too deep.

three. Once the ground has been dug to a certain extent, add all the prepared ingredients and the devil’s hell is complete!

Depending on your taste, you can enjoy it by kicking and taking medicine, or you can throw stones or stab a spear, or go in for a while and roll around to feel the pain of your broken limbs.

The recommended method is so-called ‘Did you understand?’

From now on, tell them to kill each other, and that you will only spare one person.

You can also enjoy the real scene of dissatisfied evildoers tearing each other with their teeth and crushing each other with their bodies, saying they want to live alone.

Of course, nothing will be achieved if they help each other anyway.

“Umm.”

Cheong summarized the production method.

This should be left as a memorial to future generations as an execution method for the wicked.

However, if it falls into the hands of an evil person, it will cause great harm to the world, so although it is unfortunate, I must remember it quietly.

It is truly heartbreaking to have a woman’s body.

If it had been a man, I would have been able to enjoy watching him run away in fear as he was splashed with urine.

Of course, there is nothing that a woman cannot do.

But is there anything I can do to make a spectacle?

You’ll never see any good things from those guys.

It was a dark evening.

Although it is still clearly visible with blue’s superhuman vision, a person with dark eyesight would already say that they can’t see anything.

Cheong looks down the pit with cool eyes.

One and a half sheets?

It is a shallow hole so deep that the tip of your nose touches the ground when you stand below.

Of course, once all your limbs are crippled, that class will be considered an insurmountable obstacle like a thousand-height cliff.

Cheong stares at the floor filled with red clay and then blurts out a word.

“I hope the land has good drainage. Still, since there are so many people, if it seems like it’s going to be overflowing, can’t we just drink it all? They say red clay is so good for the body.”

To the Korean people, isn’t red clay such a terrible natural panacea that they spread it on the floor, smear it on the walls, and even use it to make needles and pillows?

hmm? however?

When I think about it, the term red clay is also funny.

Why is that red clay? Isn’t it red?

When you look at the real red clay in Cheongdo, you might think, “Oh, this is why red clay is called red clay. Real red clay is really red.”

In fact, Cheong’s doubts are natural.

The people of Jungwon did not see red soil and did not know that red soil existed, but they called it red clay.

Why?

In fact, regardless of whether the land is brown, black, or even flesh-colored, it is just land, so it is red clay.

Hwang presses the sword.

The color of the sky is black and the color of the ground is yellow. end.

This is exactly what Cheong thinks as he looks at the evildoers struggling in the mud.

Cheong turns and heads towards the cliff that rises about four feet high.

Dolsan also had its advantage: the bedrock was jagged, so there were several roofs to take shelter in during the rain.

“Wouldn’t it be okay to start a fire slowly?”

“Okay. Do you know how to make a fire in the rain?”

“Hmm. Stronger power?”

“ done. Take this time to watch and learn.”

Rocky mountains usually grow a lot of pine trees.

And it is difficult to live on the coast unless there are pine trees that are resistant to salt damage.

So what about Nosan, a rocky mountain next to the sea?

“Pine wicks catch fire well even when wet. This place is full of pine trees, so you can find pine trees everywhere, but it would be a good idea to look for pine trees in other mountains.”

Then, he rummaged through the pile of firewood he had picked up and pulled out a large piece with a large lump of resin stuck on it.

“The more rosin it has, the better it burns and the longer it burns. Who picked this up? I picked it up very well.”

Cheon Yu-hak removes the shell.

Then, he dug out the wick and sliced it thinly as if pushing it out with a plane, making it flutter.

After that, I brought a fire holder, and flames quickly burst out, putting the wet wood to shame.

Throw a pile of shells there.

If you split other firewood into thin pieces and set it up.

The bonfire is completed in an instant.

Of course, the reason it looks easy is because Cheon Yu-hak is an expert in the Flower Sutra.

Isn’t this a cilantro that cuts a piece of wood into pieces and slices it as if it were tofu?

Moreover, since you are used to it, the work that a craftsman does seems to be done haphazardly.

“Oh.”

“But wow, it’s wet wood, so it doesn’t smoke in a closed area.”

It is a terrain sunken between rock formations that is difficult to call a cave.

The smoke billowing upward escapes through the ceiling, but its lingering scent lingers, stinging the eyes and giving a spicy taste to the nose.

I wondered if it would be okay to start a fire, but Master said it wouldn’t matter.

It’s deep, with a cliff above and a forest in front, so it’s really rare for anyone to see the light and come visit.

Also, since it’s dark, you won’t be able to see the smoke rising, so you won’t be able to identify it from afar.

Make a fire and roast and eat the deer that was killed and hung earlier.

Even though the smell is a bit harsh, my appetite is strangely tolerant of meals eaten outside.

Afterwards, I hung up my wet clothes to dry, changed into spare clothes, and lay down while listening to the sound of rain and chatting about trivial things.

However, it is very uncomfortable because the floor is hard rock.

Of course, Cheong still sleeps well.

Because he is not a great person who would be harmed even if he sleeps on gravel instead of stone floor.

However, Jin Jang-myeong and Mo Yong-juhui are extremely uncomfortable and seem to be tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

How many times have the two of you had to sleep in the open air?

Jin Jang-myeong was quietly training as a female priest.

Even when Mo Yong Ju-hee, a descendant of a famous family, traveled, he always stayed at the highest quality guesthouses and never had a bonfire on the street to sleep in.

—-

One of the rules of the midfield.

As you follow the river, you will find villages one by one even in remote areas where no one seems likely to live.

Of course, this is the rule of the midfield, so the periphery is an exception.

The border is a river, Nabal, and unless it is a city, there are no people living there.

In any case, according to this rule, it is not particularly surprising that there are villages around small valleys in the upper reaches of the Seo River, which flows between Namak and Jungak in Laosan.

Because the history of the Jungwon is synonymous with the history of corrupt officials exploiting the common people.

So, people who were more fearful of management than wild animals that attack people, such as tigers, wolves, and bears, hid in the dark places.

And what if you add the closed village culture unique to the Chinese people?

Around the waterway at the foot of the mountain in Jungwon, an uncivilized village exists, just like the scene one or two hundred years ago.

The village that mountaineers called Jukwachon was also such a hidden village.

It was a village.

Until it became the Laoshan branch of the Zheluo Castle, one of the Ten Great Heavenly Stars.

As the name suggests, the terrible tragedy that struck Jukwa Village, well hidden among the bamboo forests, is the result of a mixture of various factors.

This is also because, in response to a knife-point threat, the mountaineer confessed the location of the village without realizing the favor of allowing him to stay there while hiking.

This is also due to the carelessness of the people of Jukwa Village who deliberately exposed their location by lighting a fire, even though it was well hidden.

Of course, even so, the guilt of this tragedy belongs entirely to the warriors of Je Nakseong.

He was the one who cleaned up the village, saying he had a good base.

Thus, when Jeon Nak-seong Seongjon Jun Ki-chung wandered through Lao Mountain in the rain and came back after making a fuss, he was able to fully feel the feelings of the people of Jukwa Village.

“Prodigal son, what about the prodigal son!?”

Jun Ki-chung jumps among the corpses of saints decorated in the center of the village.

And then aaaah! A heartbreaking scream containing the leader’s pain is poured out in a Joongwon-style expression, as if the intestines are being cut off.

For your information, the word ‘danjang’ refers to the sadness of parents who lost their child.

That was exactly how Jun Ki-chung felt.

Because the body of Zhe Luo-seong’s Little Saint, Jun Wu-tang, was there.

The bones of the entire body were crushed, and the limbs were rolled up into a ball and tightly knotted with rope.

Looking at the red-stained eyes, it would be difficult to guess that the process was done alive.

You might ask why you sent your child to find the magician.

That’s because I never imagined that anyone would dare touch Zhe Luo Castle.

Due to this lack of imagination, also known as insensitivity to safety, Jun Ki-chung lost his son.

In fact, there were quite a few successors to the Sapa faction settled in Nosan.

This is because there was a martial arts competition held by the Sado Alliance, and naturally, at such events, successors were expected to attend to promote personal connections.

Then, after hearing the rumor about Shin Gabibo, he escaped midway, so wouldn’t he have entrusted the advance team to his successor?

When anything is accomplished, the representative of the group gets the credit, so it is also an opportunity to firmly empower the successor.

“What kind of people are they! What kind of guy! Ouch! find! Find it now! Find it and bring it to me!”

But what kind of search is it when the rain is falling and the sun is setting?

Jun Ki-chung sits down on the floor and just looks at his son’s body.

The disciples, or in the terminology of Jeolnakseong, the saints, collect the bodies one by one and put them away, carefully observing the thoughts of the saint.

It was then.

“Lord Moon.”

Jun Ki-chung’s head turns.

The elder who spoke for the crime of having the highest rank trembled.

Among the flowing rainwater, traces of bloody tears were evident, spreading to the left and right sides of my nose.

If Cheong saw it, he would say that it was so delicious that he would die. If only there was a bowl of rice here, or even a bowl of rice, he would just eat it without any side dishes.

After killing someone else’s son, daughter, father, and mother, why are we crying tears of blood just because one of our own is dead?

Can’t the eyes just melt and flow?

“My son, my son died.”

“Well, I think you should see this.”

What the elder held out was a water thread.

Jun Ki-chung hastily snatches his arm and looks at the end of the handle of the long sword and the thread attached to it.

It’s a somewhat familiar shape, and there’s a single letter on the octagonal piece of wood sewn along the way. river.

A semi-parasite turns over a piece of wood.

One letter there too. cloth.

“Kang Pae-cheon… … ! This, where did this come from?”

“Ohusam, the third-ranking star also came out of Ohusam’s grasp.”

Natural flowers are blooming blue in the eyes of the semi-parasite.

“These bastards, how dare they.”

“Lord Moon, please calm down. It could be a separation policy-”

“What kind of book is this? Didn’t you just say with your own mouth that you had escaped from the clutches of the saints? They must have squeezed it tightly to leave behind the identity of the beast! Even while dying! Please relieve me of my injustice!”

“But-”

“Yes, Kangpaecheon, those guys settled down on the western bank, right? I, personally, will ask those bastards Kang Pae-cheon the truth.”

For a moment, it boomed. Lightning strikes.

Jun Gichung’s face became whiter, and the shadows became blacker.

A crazy expression is engraved in the elder’s eyes.

—-

At that time, Qing and his party were silent.

How many villages were there in the mountains?

And how many civilians would have died?

I saw the corpses of villagers roughly piled and thrown away in the manure field.

Therefore, no one hesitated to touch another one of the Ten Apostles.

However, since I killed the guy named Heo-gye, I didn’t even light a bonfire to survive tonight.

Everyone is silent in the dark night.

Then, suddenly, Cheong suddenly stands up.

We killed a bad guy, so why should we be put down?

A person must be confident in what he or she must do.

To lighten the mood, Cheong shouts loudly.

“It’s so musty and uncomfortable that I can’t stand it! Let’s wash!”