episode_0485

There is an etiquette for winners to respect losers.

An important ritual to appease the vengeful spirits of the dead.

A noble act of continuing the legacy of the dead.

Search for loot right away!

In the first place, it was rare for someone to bring a generous amount of gold and silver with them upon entering these places, but instead, there were quite a few snacks such as beef jerky and rice balls that made Cheong smile.

It was in the meantime.

As I put my hand into the bag the corpse was carrying on my back, I caught something large and hard.

The feel of waterproof greaseproof paper.

Oh, what? no way? Is it a high-end snack?

Cheong quickly peels off the packaging and then his shoulders slump.

Hey, what is it? It’s not classy.

Luxury snacks are crap.

Then the mugongchang sparkled.

It was a renewal notice that was like a guarantee that the product was genuine and flawless.

If you leave it alone, it is an empty window that will sparkle in the corner of your vision and beg you to open it.

Cheong opens it, touches it, unlocks it, and examines the preliminary registered martial arts that have not yet been memorized (physics).

Taesan blood ancestry. This is the red border method.

Cheong, who was just in case, was disappointed.

It’s not purple, it’s not golden, it’s barely red.

When I think about it, it feels a bit unfair.

If you’re going to imitate them, shouldn’t you just raise your level by combining these useless third-rate martial arts (actually, even red is worthy of being called a new martial arts skill)?

Otherwise, you just have to strengthen it by using these odd jobs as materials.

Wolnyeogeomgyeol plus nine. How cool would that be?

When I strengthen it, the sword no longer emits light. No, the sword still emits light, but it sparkles beautifully in golden color. uh?

It was Cheong who was thinking of doing something very unreasonable.

Anyway, Cheong already has the best martial arts skills in the industry when it comes to tearing with his fingers.

Cheong quickly loses interest and tears off the body’s intact clothes.

Although Cheong is good with a sword, he is not at the level of completely abandoning his duties as a swordsman.

Even if you just cut pork that has been cleaned and all the blood removed, your knife will be shiny with oil, so what happens if you cut live, raw meat?

So, you need a cloth to clean the knife.

“Now, Jangmyeong, clean your knife.”

As he was moving, he tore off several pieces and handed them to the group as if he were doing them a favor, then sat down and started wiping the blades.

But that was all.

Originally, you would have to wipe off the blood and fat lumps well and then feed them oil again with an oil cloth.

Whether that oil or human oil is oil anyway, doesn’t it just have to be clean?

Cheong boldly omits the latter part and looks around.

Over there, guys using two swords are hard at work cleaning their swords.

Whether it is a dual sword or a double sword, there is a very fatal drawback.

Those who use two swords have to endure twice the hassle.

In fact, the biggest reason to leave one hand empty is distance control.

If you have a weapon in one hand and a combat technique in the other, you can deal with enemies whether they are far or close.

There is a reason why double weapons are not mainstream in Moorim.

But Cheong doesn’t know anyway.

I’m not really interested.

I have no desire to use one more sword than the Tathagata God or the Heavenly Demon Ray, which can attack from a distance.

I already thought the lunch was poor, so while the group was sharpening their swords, Cheong was chewing on the rice balls he had picked up as trophies.

It would be nice to rest for a while and rest well forever, but is that the way people live?

Finally, I got ready and was about to leave, but Lee Hye-hye, who had crushed the man in the corner on the other side, didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving.

It doesn’t really matter whether Lee Hye-hye goes or not.

But if you suddenly come out from behind and ask for a fight, wouldn’t it be a bit of a problem?

“We are going now. Isn’t Joe Sozer going?”

“I’m not Jo Sojeo, no, Jo Ayo is a nickname?”

“It sticks in your mouth strangely, doesn’t it? So what about Joe Sozer?”

“So I said, no, it’s okay. I feel like I just came here for no reason, like a magic attack or something. What is the magic of suction to my subject? I feel like I just want to go back, but since the road is blocked, I’m going to rest and go later. After about a day, this mess will be over.”

Lee Hye-hye’s expression as she said that clearly showed that she was truly tired.

Cheong answered him.

“Then you can just go back now. I tried poking at the door when I came in, but even when I got to the other side, it just turned completely upside down. Just cut it and go.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Instead, there may be a trap on the way. There might be a trap that you didn’t realize you caught when you arrived, right?”

“What kind of trap is that?”

“It might collapse, so you can just destroy it and run away. There are five ways out anyway, so I think one of them might collapse.”

“Why are you telling me that? Well, from your perspective, it would be much better to get rid of your competitor.”

Hyehye Lee shrugged her shoulders.

“I won’t say thank you. If you just turn it off, it’s not a bad deal, right? I’m telling you this because you don’t want to walk around with a hump on your back.”

But the three slaves seemed to have different thoughts.

“Thank you for your kindness.”

The three slaves, led by Il-no, bow their heads politely and express their gratitude.

“No, hey. If you do that, what will become of me? I’m just a cheap bitch.”

“Kkk. Was I spoiled? Then you can punish me. I will accept any punishment. The whip is pulled today.”

“Then, me too.”

“Hmm. That’s good.”

At that, Lee Hye-hye’s expression became distorted.

“Fuck, why are these bastards sticking around? Can you please turn it off?”

“Are you talking? Then beat it up hard and chase it out. Do whatever you want.”

“No, to you it is rather, ah, my friend… … ”

Hyehye Lee has a truly disgusted expression, but the three slaves just respond with eyes sparkling with affection.

Cheong thought for a moment, then took out the secret weapon of the Taishan blood ancestor and held it out.

“This is a secret item owned by Taesanmagun’s henchman. Are you interested?”

The teacher said that magic tricks are inherently cruel, and that they are not particularly magic arts.

It’s just a red martial arts attack or something.

Lee Hye-hye opens her eyes wide after checking the letters attached to the non-level shell.

In fact, it is only red to the Qing Dynasty, but to the rogues wandering around the rivers, if it is at the level of a red border, it is a Shingongjeolhak that they dream of and search for all their lives.

Even though Lee Hye-hye knew that she was a fraud, she was snooping around because she said she was a magician.

“Huh? Taesan blood ancestry? Well, what should I do?”

I will give you “, so live a good life. It was a bit excessive, but I saw it because other people saw it. I heard that Joe Sozer writes a joke. Now.”

Lee Hye-hye had a very bitter expression.

“Well, you don’t seem to know much, but there isn’t a magic skill like this in the training method, right? He is said to have produced a master of flower painting.”

Would you say that you have already become a person from the point where you can explain things without swallowing them?

Cheong smiled.

“I’m a swordsman, so I’m a bit picky.”

“No, please pronounce it better. method. It’s a method.”

“Kwon Peng is Kwon Peng, but isn’t Jo Peng also Jo Peng? It’s a joke. Anyway, it’s only going to be used if it’s used by Joppeng, or rather, by Joppeng’s family. There is no need for me to have it. You can live by giving to others as much as you are grateful. There are people who are glaring at me and asking me to take them there right now.”

Cheong gestures to the warrior on the other side who is guarding his injured colleague.

Lee Hye-hye scratches her head as if she doesn’t understand, and eventually snatches the key.

“I am Lee Hye-hye. I’m not the kind of person who owes someone anything. This debt will be repaid later. Later, when you don’t use an alias, pretend you know me. ruler. let’s go. Hey there. If you’re thinking of going back, don’t just look at me and come closer, right?”

So they send Joayone’s group away, and Cheong grabs their leash.

“ character. We should go now too. Mr. Ahn. What are you doing?”

“Uh, if you send it to me too… … ”

“No Mr. Ahn.”

“Why me… … ”

“If we let Ahn go, who will step on the trap? ruler. Rest assured because you have a lifeline. Let’s go.”

That’s because it far exceeded the standard.

Isn’t this a guy who won’t suddenly become a new person if you let him go into the world?

So, with Mr. Ahn leading the way, I passed through a stone gate that had long since been opened and walked down the passage.

“Mrs. Mr. Ahn. Isn’t it a bit tight?”

“Well, there might be a trap, right…? … ”

“Everyone who was supposed to pass by has passed, but what kind of trap is it? I brought it to the forefront just in case.”

“That may be a problem… … ”

“You’ve got a lifeline, a lifeline. I saved Ahn’s life several times when he almost died.”

It took a while for the speed to increase like that.

When I told him to keep walking, I thought he would start walking, but then he slowly slowed down and started pacing again.

“It won’t work. I have to go with a knife. If you come within my range, I’ll stab you.”

“Oh, please, my legs are shaking because I don’t know where something will pop out.”

“Miss, all traps have to be stepped on or pressed to activate. Where is the trap that is activated all of a sudden?”

Cheong, who was scolding Mr. Ahn, suddenly turns off.

There was a trap that was activated all of a sudden!

Suddenly, the figure of Cheong disappeared downwards, sister! Sojeo! Hey! Geomwoo! And various scream-like things erupt.

It’s a pseudonym and it’s urgent, so it just pours out as it’s called.

In the place where Cheong used to be, only an open floor remains.

The four people urgently look down.

Atop the sharp spear blades, wouldn’t Cheong be sitting spread out with his arrogant head on, looking up at us?

“Uh, sister… … ? Are you okay?”

“It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Jin Jang-myeong sighs in relief.

Cheong has already achieved the perfection of his self-defense by braving the harsh winter in Seomuncheong vs. Mother Nature.

This means that when you recognize danger, your self-defense skills automatically rise.

If you add to it the strength of the body that surpasses humans, you can withstand primitive traps that rely on gravity with just your body.

You wouldn’t know it if it had been dug about ten deep, but the fall would have been barely as high as a person’s height.

“This is something to watch carefully.”

“Miss, what kind of trap is triggered without warning?”

So, are there any traps that are triggered in advance?

It’s okay to be spouting nonsense.

When Cheon Yu-hak puts down the rope, Cheong comes up quietly.

As if nothing had happened, Cheong sticks out his huge buttocks to Jin Jang-myeong.

“Look at me. Isn’t it bleeding?”

“Hmm. Squeak. It comes out a little.”

“Mrs. It felt somewhat stinging.”

Cheong rubs his buttocks, which were severely slashed by the blade of a spear.

The white cotton pants were dotted with red circles that looked like a ladybug sitting on them.

Unless you are under the elbows or under the soles of your feet with thick leather, which is protected by a small magic gun, it is inevitable that you will get a small scratch after being hit by a spear blade.

“If you’re bleeding, doesn’t that mean there’s a hole in your pants?”

Jin Jang-myeong grabs Cheong’s pants and stretches them left and right.

“Not up to the hole. I have no attitude.”

Mr. Ahn looks at Cheong as if he were a person.

what? Is the spear blade dull? Why am I fine? I wish I were dead.

Cheong twists his waist and looks behind him.

Suddenly, the white cotton pants turned into dented pants.

But why even change clothes?

Why not just wear it?

“Mrs. I feel uncomfortable. Even traps are made like this. I can’t even catch a rat.”

There was someone watching the situation, and it was a blood donation technician.

The technician is dumbfounded.

What? Why is that bitch okay?

Although it is a one-time trap and therefore cheap, it is a terrifying trap made entirely of miscellaneous metal.

Even though I have reached a certain level, does that make sense?

What body is made of steel?

Anyway, he was a person of interest.

So, wasn’t there one person left behind to keep them in check and set off the trap like this?

-By making a trap or something like this. I can’t catch even a single rat.

A tendon bulged on the technician’s forehead as he heard the grumbling coming through the sound tube.

A fucking trap? Can’t you even catch a rat?

It is a trap that has been put in with great care, stitch by stitch.

Isn’t this a trap created by investing twenty years, most of one’s life?

Wouldn’t this make it more lethal?

These were precious traps that we managed to create while considering how to make them more horrendous.

Isn’t this a sound that makes all the efforts and past life a laughing stock?

Suddenly.

Along with the sound of teeth grinding, venom fills the technician’s eyes.

OK. Let’s see how long you can survive that damn trap.