episode_0486

Arrows on the walls, thorns on the floor.

And sometimes-

Cheong raises his head at the sound of a rattling sound overhead.

The ceiling rushed towards Cheong.

Since Cheong stayed still, it could be interpreted that the ceiling was falling.

Cheong’s fist rises. Boom!

The iron fist of Sosu Demon Gong, or rather, the iron fist of 10,000 years, delivers a thrilling blow to the rock that dares to leave its position.

Stone debris rises, followed by broken rocks and stone fragments strewn across the passage.

Among the stone dust being pushed in all directions, Cheong pops out and spits out a piece of stone that got into his mouth.

Cheong feels unfair.

“Isn’t it strange? Why are you only targeting me? Isn’t it like someone is watching this and is targeting only me to activate it?”

Cheon Yu-hak laughed at him.

“Heng. Who will watch from where?”

Cheong looks around at his companions.

Everyone seems to have gone too far.

It was a moment when the truth was suppressed.

Cheong’s lips stick out as he was unable to obtain consent.

“No, they’re clearly only targeting me.”

If you stand in front, it becomes a trap.

If you stand behind it, it’s a trap.

Even when I took a seat in the middle of the group, I almost saw everyone bleed from the rain of arrows.

Thanks to this, it was Cheong who walked ahead, far away from the rest of the group.

Projectiles flew from the wall five times.

The ceiling fell three times.

It fell to the floor four times.

“That’s because it’s unlucky. Well, who will watch, how and where?”

“But. There are a lot of people passing by in front of me, so why does the trap only get caught when I pass by?”

Isn’t this a passage that the survivors of the previous grotto struggle have already passed through?

Why are you so fine and now you’re setting a trap just for me?

Does this make sense?

“It’s strange and odd. Wouldn’t it be better than hearing that a vengeful spirit is still hunting for you in a cave that is over a hundred years old? And yes, why would your friends target you?”

“Umm.”

“Just think of it as unlucky. Coincidentally, when you came behind me, there must have been an old trap that exploded a beat late.”

It makes sense, but isn’t it still a bit strange?

Thanks to this, only my companions felt comfortable.

“Mrs. This somehow feels malicious!”

Cheong’s new type, which was grumbling, suddenly turns off again.

His companions said, “Well, we fell again.”

It only happens once or twice that the blue falls off.

It’s so scary that people get used to it.

Why do blood donation technicians keep setting off traps that don’t even work?

This isn’t just to temper your temper.

This is not the angry struggle of an engineer who has been denied 20 years of experience.

This was because there was still something big left.

In fact, no matter how creative the traps that a trap engineer can create are only limited.

Shoot, drop (the target), or drop (the target).

So what was important was placement.

Inflicting fatal injury in an unexpected situation!

It could be said to be the ultimate trap.

One last shot in this situation.

This bastard must be punished, because he is a hindrance to the great cause, and there have been vicious traps created that must be eliminated at all costs.

The blood donor technician goes ahead and waits on the upper level of the trap-lined passage.

Looking into the passage through an observation window that leads to several reflectors, you see the target proudly standing in the lead and immediately set off the trap.

Burst! The iron poem that was saved with great difficulty makes a sound like gunpowder exploding due to the powerful tension.

The target flies straight ahead.

But before the target hits the ground, clunk!

The floor splits apart and the target disappears into the thorn trap.

And then it rattled again!

The ceiling collapses, and a massive stone digs into the thorn trap to fill its place.

“That’s right! You fucking bitch! What’s wrong? A fucking trap? Can’t you catch even a single rat? under! Don’t look down on institutions! This is the extreme of engine jinsik, you damn bitch! Hahaha!”

The blood donor technician bursts into laughter.

No matter how great a master I am, what can I do if I lie down on steel thorns sticking out of the ground and get crushed under thousands of pounds of rock?

Beyond the observation window, the party members, all pale and pale, are seen either sitting down or running into the trap, not knowing what to do.

Then, suddenly.

Suddenly, everyone gathers together to cut off the huge stone that filled the thorn trap with a knife, cutting it off and pulling the pieces into a corner.

why? Without grieving some more?

The blood donation technician feels ominous.

“If you try to clean it up, you’ll only find a corpse with a hole in it… … ”

Then, suddenly, shattered pieces of stone fly out from underneath the hole.

Suddenly, a head comes up, holding on to a rope that is being thrown in a scolding manner.

Blue naturalization blooms in both eyes.

“Huh!”

Feeling as if our eyes had met, the blood donation technician fell backwards and hit his butt.

“Next, because there is the next trap… … ”

The last and final resort.

There is a drop trap that drops dozens of holes underground into a natural cave.

If you can’t kill it, you should at least get rid of it.

The Gonghyuldan technician clears the room towards the next trap and runs quickly as if running away.

As Cheong continued to fall into traps, he became accustomed to the sound of arrow traps exploding.

Bang, the moment the first protest made a sound, I thought that arrows would fly again, so I stepped straight forward and launched my body with excitement.

The ground trembles violently, revealing densely packed thorn traps.

hmm. this. The floor opens.

When you fall into a falling trap, it is natural to panic and not know what to do.

However, if there is a perception that it does not cause much damage, it becomes nothing more than an annoying obstacle.

It was already a denim with numerous red polka dots embroidered here and there on the white gi.

Cheong spun around with a twist of his waist and calmly put his hands together in front of his chest.

Since the chest was already tied tightly, if it got pricked, it could have turned into a red jeogori instead of a polka dot pattern.

After a dizzying free fall.

My shoulders and sides of my thighs sting!

Then, Cheong rolled over on the thorn blanket and fell through the window blade.

After lying down a few times, I realized that it was much better to fall through the bars and get up rather than press down with my body weight on the bars.

It was the exact moment when Cheong was trying to get up between the bars.

Vision suddenly darkens.

And boom! A deafening roar.

Only then did Cheong’s fur become refreshed.

If you had been lying on the bars for self-defense or something, and been crushed, wouldn’t you have almost become a pierced corpse?

For a moment, my heart sank.

sister! Hey! Uh, what should I do… … !

Cheong’s human-transcendent hearing caught the air of astonishment.

I hated making someone worry more than dying.

Cheong shouted urgently.

“Don’t panic! I’m fine! Please remove the rocks!”

He was afraid that he might not be able to hear, so he pounded a rock with his Tathagata kidney.

Then, as people seemed to be busy, Cheong relaxed for the time being.

How long has it been?

As I was lying on my back between the bars, the ceiling above the thorns split in half and a bright light burst out.

When Cheong turns his head, his worry-filled eyes are shining brightly, shadowed by the backlight.

Blue flowers bloom in the blue eyes.

It was a moment when the fever suddenly rose.

I somehow survived because it happened to me, but what if the kids did it?

In an instant, the tragic end of his skewered friends passes through Cheong’s mind.

I grasped the denim-draped string tightly.

As soon as I came up, the two little kids rushed towards me.

I must have been so surprised that I felt the vibrations as I held it in my arms.

Cheong patted the two kids on the back and hugged them tightly.

“It’s okay. I threw it away. I’m fine.”

Rather, it was a scene of a person who had fallen into a trap offering comfort.

But what else can Cheong do if he is angry?

The only way to do it is to vent your anger by fussing and breaking traps.

But what can you do when your stomach is boiling right now?

All the trap babies were searched.

So Cheong boom! With an angry fist, he hits the wall where the arrow protrudes.

I used to wonder why people foolishly hit walls and harm themselves when they get angry, but when I actually experienced it, I understood.

thud! thud! thud! As the fists continue to extend, more and more holes are dug into the wall, and the shape of the incontinence takes on the shape of a spider web with several overlapping layers.

And then, boom! clattering!

The wall, unable to withstand, collapses, revealing about a dozen iron oars fixed in a small hidden room beyond.

“Hmm?”

That’s right, because Cheolno was there, Cheolsi would have flown.

However, a box placed on one wall caught Cheong’s attention.

When I approached and looked inside, it was full of iron poems.

Cheong, who was picking up one of the dogs and looking at the surface, suddenly raises the corners of his mouth.

“Master, look at this. It looks like a spare iron, but isn’t there a lot of dust?”

Cheon Yu-hak frowns.

If it is a trap that is used once, there is no reason to leave a spare iron sash.

The fact that there is a spare iron oar means that the iron oars are brought in to be reloaded.

Of course, it could have been brought there when the new tomb was built.

However, for an arrow that has been left unattended for over a hundred years, isn’t it normal for dust to accumulate on it?

After Cheon Yu-hak removes the iron poetry at the top, shiny new iron poetry appears at the bottom.

“I told you. It feels like someone is watching and sets off a trap.”

“Umm.”

This is Cheonyuhak, who has been criticized several times.

I guess I had nothing to say, so I changed the topic.

“I heard there is a separate entrance to come in to reload, hmmm. I think it’s over there. Wouldn’t you probably come down by climbing a rope ladder or something?”

Cheonyuhak points to one side of the ceiling.

Anyone could see that it was an artificially created hole.

Cheong jumped over him and fell into the hole.

I stretched out my hands and feet to the left and right, touched the wall, and climbed straight up through the hole.

How much did it come up?

It’s about time you see a small square down there.

Then, Cheong, who had hit his head at the end, pushed firmly against both walls with both feet to secure his body, and lifted both arms upward as hard as he could.

Then, the ceiling opens with a heavy feeling and a squeaking sound.

-What’s there!?

“Wait a minute!”

After the roof comes up, a stone room with quite a sense of living is revealed.

From the very beginning, wouldn’t it be suspicious since the lights were turned on and the view was brightly bright?

Next to the hole I came up from, there was a pile of rope ladders that had been driven in with stakes.

The blood donor technician was looking into the observation windows next to the next ship.

However, even though it is not that far away, there is no sign of it appearing.

I think it looks like he is trying to be cautious after being hit hard by a trap.

“Hmm. It’s past time… … ”

The technician muttered to himself.

There is one voice that answers him.

“Really? It’s past time for someone to come?”

“That’s right, that bitch-”

The blood donation technician, who was about to continue answering, suddenly stopped talking and froze.

Originally, talking to oneself does not receive an answer, so it is called talking to oneself.

“That bitch? Who is that bitch? Is this someone I know?”

It’s a voice filled with a somewhat eerie, lifelike tone.

The blood donor technician turns his head with difficulty, like a creaking, rusty organ.

There was one woman smiling brightly, exposing her pure white teeth.

The blood donation technician felt dizzy and his heart sank.

Because the woman’s eyes were not smiling at all.