episode_0427

In the blood religion, there is a vision of cultivating all kinds of monsters.

Blood Gangshi, Blood Maw, Blood Solitude, Blood Demon, etc.

In fact, if you look at the results, they are all small things with similar appearances and similar characteristics, but they are different species with different manufacturing principles.

If you ask why similar things are made through various methods, why on earth they put so much effort into creating monsters, and why they only study monsters while eating, the answer is this.

Yes.

Monsters are strong, easy to craft, and can bring great grief to the entity’s original connections.

And security is also thorough, with all kinds of prohibitions and even complete suppression of reason.

Is there any other means more effective and secret than these monsters for the blood cultists who just want the world to be ruined?

So the history of blood religion is the history of monsters,

Among dogs, blood demon is short for blood ghost, and is a monster that greedily eats human hearts, blood, internal organs, flesh, etc. with an insatiable appetite.

Of course, a monster with a high appetite cannot be controlled.

Therefore, you must completely subdue the spirit by repeating the Great Law to be reborn as a loyal dog that waits impatiently for just the word ‘eat’ from its owner.

People often imagine that the completion of this monster, the moment of its completion, will be something very grand.

Blood and organs flowing all over the place, ominous blood mist rising, and the mysterious jingling sound of bells.

In it, a very evil wizard rolls his eyes, lets out a scream, and goes into a frenzy, and then suddenly he goes crazy and shouts, “Get up, my children!”

Then, the monsters lying down suddenly lift their eyelids, flash with an extremely ominous sound, and their animal-like eyes are revealed… … .

However, the actual birth of evil is not that unusual.

“Yuck, what is this? Isn’t it spoiled?”

One of the youngest members of the Salwolpa quickly spits out what was in his mouth.

“Hey. nastily. Complaining about eating, yuck. Chew.”

“Look at this. Is it spoiled?”

“Why is this like this? Salty, bitter and sour.”

“Which bastard drank all the water?”

“I want to drink.”

“Me too.”

“Is there anyone with alcohol? Damn, why is there no alcohol at our table?”

“Everything is spoiled, oh, this is spoiled. Ugh, it was really bad.”

“That bastard keeps eating that.”

“Wow, what is this? Does it taste good? This guy is trying to keep this to himself.”

“What is it? Raw liver? Hey, I can’t eat fishy things. But why does it look delicious? Hey, just one point for me too. Oh.”

The youngest children are still young people, between the age of a boy and a young adult.

Still, he is rather old for a new disciple of a sect.

Of course, as with kids of this age, the restaurant is buzzing and noisy.

“I’m hungry, I’m thirsty.”

“Me too. I feel like I’m dying.”

“I wish I could have a drink, um. Don’t you give me alcohol?”

“Are you saying it’s a horse? All the brothers are now completely crushed by the clan.”

“I didn’t know that my eldest brother would pass away. If I had known it would be like this, I guess I would have just gone to Jingajang.”

“Ha, did you know it would turn out like this?”

“Don’t say stupid things. How long does it take to become a master after joining Jinjiajang? Ten years? Twenty years? Tai Chi? Ha, what kind of Tai Chi is this? My mom is also a tai chi expert, right?”

“Jin Jajang won’t fail even if it takes ten or twenty years, right? Aren’t we going to fail like this?”

“At that time, I thought Chief Jin would fail.”

Originally, it was said that the mouth was the root of all evil, so birds listen to what is said during the day, mice hear what is said at night, Mo Yong-jun listens to what Moyongga says, and what the youngest members of the Salwolpa group say is heard by an older brother passing by.

“You bastards! Is there a feast!? Was there some kind of party happening!? After falling in!?”

“Gasp. Brother Kalchi.”

“Hey, put your heads together, Jo-sam, you bastard pops out.”

“Yes, yep.”

“You are this bastard, (clap.) A bastard called the Daesan type, (clap.) When controlling the kids’ mouths isn’t enough, (clap.) Huh? Because I’m dumbfounded. what? (Clap.) Ruined?”

My older brother, Kalchi, was passing by and kept tapping Josam on the cheek.

If you ask whether it is too harsh, you can say that it is a natural price to pay for losing a monk and other things.

Even if that wasn’t the case, the youngest members of the Salwol faction were usually treated rather harshly.

Because they are the ones who grew up after taking the elixir, they will be broken up and eaten later, so they will mark them up and down now.

Usually, people get eaten because they do things like that.

In fact, the characteristics of Sapa bastards were that they wanted to bully someone if they had an excuse, and that they wanted to put others down with their superiority, so those reasons are probably good.

Even with his cheek hurting, his ears ringing, and his body shaking, Lee Jo-sam is in a very bad mood.

That would be a problem if you felt good while being repeatedly slapped in the face.

However, that wasn’t the only reason.

Right now, they were so thirsty and hungry last night that they couldn’t sleep at all.

But right now, the senior guy is giving off a delicious smell, and I’m eating as much delicious food as I can, smelling it, and making a fuss.

You put spoiled food on the youngest children’s table and then you guys do this shit?

Is this right?

In the first place, people should not be sad by eating.

It’s hard to say that it’s all like that, because a person’s taste in food is created from childhood memories or wounds.

Eating that much is a serious problem.

So, in a way, it can be said that Jo Sam’s swing of his fist was something that one of the older brothers who was picky about him would have to experience.

However, from the perspective of Kalchi, who was severely hurt by the youngest, he may feel unfair and think, “Why should it be me when the other cubs suffered even more?”

However, we should not feel resentful about the fact that Jo Sam held his chopsticks tightly.

He said he wouldn’t even touch a dog while eating, and because he bullied the youngest children while they were eating, he had nothing to say even when they got stabbed with chopsticks.

“Wow, brother! Sorry-”

“Kaaa! You, you bastard… … !”

“I, that’s not it”

Kalchi grabbed his shoulder and sat down.

If it gets stuck in your shoulder with just two chopsticks, it causes terrible pain like a hot iron skewer.

It was at a time when Kalchi was so unconscious, shaking and barely catching his breath.

There is one thing that suddenly strikes me as very different.

What are you guys? Why is it so quiet?

In response, Kalchi slowly raises his head.

Then, the youngest members all looked at the swordfish with their mouths shut.

At that moment, the sound of gulping and swallowing echoes loudly.

The sound of swallowing is small, but it resonates loudly when everyone swallows at the same time.

“You, you, I want you to hit me in the head… … .”

Human blood spilled before the hungry blood demon.

The moment that fishy smell entered their nostrils, the youngest disciples of the Salwol Sect instinctively knew how to quench this terrible thirst and hunger that was tormenting them.

And isn’t the virtue of Sapa something to grow by preying on and putting aside those above you?

The teachings I have seen and heard so far have now come to fruition and are in full bloom.

“Brother. I’m sorry, but I’d like to ask for just one bite, really just one bite.”

“What? Ah!”

Kalchi screams.

Because of Josam, who suddenly lunges at me and bites my forearm viciously.

Kalchi desperately hits, hits, hits, and pushes away.

Lee Jo-sam rolling on the floor of Woodangtang.

However, from the forearm that had already been eaten by a handful, blood was leaking out in rapid succession along with the heartbeat.

“You, you bastard! I went crazy-”

Kalchi’s words come to a halt.

Because the youngest members rushed in all at once.

—-

Yeom Hwi-yeong is a person who frequently calls her mother “mother” in the east and west, and occasionally shows her face on topics that do not qualify as “Hong”.

“Hmm, what is this again? Where did you pick this up from? Because you keep pouring out that warm motherly love, aren’t these things that just happen to follow? Because your heart is so soft, you cannot even abandon it. Still, can you please clean up this mess?”

“Who on earth is this soft-hearted person who oozes maternal love? First of all, I don’t think it’s me?”

But Yeom Hwi-young just looks at Cheong.

Next to him, Gyeon Po-hee nods his head and enthusiastically agrees.

Cheong frowned and thought.

what? Is there another martial arts charlatan as cold-hearted, heartless, and cold as me?

“Cheonhwageom? What is this rude human being?”

Langrang, who has suddenly become ‘something like this’, expresses his protest expressionlessly and emotionlessly.

Cheong takes a moment to decide how to introduce this.

“Ah, this one is, um. My adopted son.”

“Hmm. It’s very surprising. Lang Lang was astonished. Cheonhwageom has such a grown-up, but also a delinquent and troublesome child.”

“But he’s also a good son. Isn’t that right, Mother?”

“Hmm. There may be many different perspectives on that, but if we look at the current situation, wouldn’t that be the general sentiment?”

At that, Yeom Hwi-young’s nose rises to the sky.

Hee-mae applauds and says, “Wow,” but I don’t know what she’s celebrating.

By the way, good karma has increased again.

What are you doing walking around to increase your good karma?

But what are you doing running around at night?

I’m sure that bold girl won’t shout out to her mother when she says she has a grandchild.

Well, it doesn’t matter if you two like each other.

Well then, isn’t that actually a good thing?

Wouldn’t it be okay to just let him go out permanently?

“Cheonhwageom’s family history is very interesting, but apart from that, he is a very disrespectful person who does not respect Lang Lang.”

“Your value to me is all about sticking by my mother. If you want to joke around, I won’t stop you, but if not.”

Yeom Hwi-young’s eyes become cold.

Lang Lang also took a fighting stance with both fists firmly clenched as if he would not be defeated by him.

“Do you want to try it, cheeky human? If you want to taste the stone fist of Lang Lang, well, like a human being and cultured person, I hope to resolve it through conversation with Lang Lang.”

Lang Lang, who saw the strong sword clearly revealed in the form of a sword, immediately lowered his tail.

“A conversation? What kind of conversation are you talking about?”

“If you are a nobleman of Hyeon-gyeong, you are fully qualified to be cocky. Bon Lang Lang is willing to accept the arrogant attitude of Tian Hua Sword’s adoptive son. That’s it.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Yeom Hwi-young smiles fiercely.

Cheong looked at that and nodded.

As expected, the level is the best.

I also hope that I can take pictures of Hyeon-kyeong and make the little sword shine beautifully.

“Well, I feel a little uncomfortable keeping it near my mother. I don’t think it will be harmful. anyway. Mom, I saw something interesting.”

“Something fun? Are you having a cooking competition? Or kidney medicine? Are they just handing out discount coupons or something? Where are you? Isn’t food the most delicious when it’s just opened?”

“No, don’t eat it.”

“What is it? Is there anything fun in Gwangju other than eating?”

“Lang Lang agrees with him. The joy of life is eating and lying down and doing nothing. The greatest joy is lying down and eating while doing nothing.”

Originally, the Guangdong region is famous for being boring except for food.

“Hmm. I kind of understand why my mother wears this. That’s it. There are some strange guys. Maybe a blood demon or a blood demon? Jiangshi? No, now that I see it, I don’t think it’s a jiangshi. Anyway, they are of bad quality, right?”

“Blood demon? Blood Demon?”

Yeom Hwi-young, seeing Cheong’s expression, added a brief explanation.

“Ah. My mother has a soft heart and a soft head. They’re monsters of a blood cult that just eats people, mother.”

“eng. Blood religion?”

“If there was something like that in Geumjeokbang, wouldn’t it exist elsewhere? Since my mother pushed Gwangju Seonbang, she must have been pushed away as well. I wonder if the Salwol faction or their bastards are hiding it too?”

“Hmm. Blood religion.”

Speaking of blood religion, it is said to be a gathering of the worst kind of human beings in all of martial arts, where all the Jeongsama are outraged.

I experienced it once at the Cheongdo opening, and it turned out that they were not just horse breeds, but horse breeds with abnormal sexual desires.

Come to think of it, I forgot about the liquor bottle.

It’s been a while since I worked again.

Cheong swallowed his satisfaction at the hot and spicy poison and quickly made a decision.

“Do you have any evidence? I need to tell Lord Jinga, right?”

“I heard this is the elixir they drink? I heard that it was sent by the Safarian bastards, but no matter how I look at it, it seems like a blood cult was involved.”

Yeom Hwi-yeong gently places a pill on Cheong’s palm.

First of all, no matter how you look at it, it is not a normal product because it is red in color and has a fishy smell.

“Hmm. First, I spoke to Lord Jinga-”

It was then.

-All ready for battle! This is a real situation! Gather together within a day and report on the number of people!

-Ready for battle! real situation!

-Ready for battle! real situation!

Urgent voices outside were loudly shouting for emergency.