Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

39 – The one who inherits wolf blood (4)

The garden of Samasega is beautifully decorated.

This garden is a space created by Samabu for his beloved wife. For her wife who likes flowers, she took care of each one and spent a lot of money to decorate it.

There is even a birth tree planted to commemorate the birthday of Chen Yi (the nickname given to Sima Bu and Chang Chun-hwa by Man Cheon).

That’s why Samabu was in a very dirty mood right now. It is such a state that one person can be buried without questioning or questioning.

I don’t know if I know how this kind of samabu feels. One of the filthy killers tramples the grass and catches the back of Samabu.

“It’s been a while, Lord Samadang.”

A white-haired old man with an unusual aura who appears out of nowhere like a ghost.

To the greetings of the elder of the Heavenly Demonic Church, Gu Gao-ak, Samabu replied in a cold voice that did not show emotion.

“If you are coming, why not send a letter saying that you are coming? I’m sorry, Gujang-ro.”

“I’m sorry. I was so happy to think of my daughter-in-law, Moji, that I was not inclined to write a letter. I hope you understand.”

“I understand. I also had a lot of fun when I was the head of my son’s head.”

A few years ago, the son of Guo-ak, who was dispatched to investigate the Samasega, a secret family with a great reputation but little to show, went missing.

The case was buried because there was only a psychiatric evidence and no physical evidence.

It’s obvious if it’s obvious, but Samabu killed it. And it is an incident in which the elders of the Heavenly Demonic Church were fed money and made it go smoothly.

“… It was you too. I will rip you limb from limb right now and kill you.”

“There is no weaker word than the word kill. If you can, do it, Kunlun Mountain countryman.”

Gugoak looks at Samabu’s defenseless back and kills himself. Truly defenseless, etc. It is to the extent that even an ordinary person who does not know martial arts can do it.

‘… Ordinary people?’

Something is strange in common sense.

There is no ordinary person who has not learned a single martial art from the head of a family that entered into an alliance with Baehwagyo after coming to Mt.

A creepy and unpleasant sensation runs down Gugoak’s spine. But by the time you noticed it, it was already too late.

Sima Bu’s left arm gently sticks out between his side and right arm and launches a jangbeop. He reveals his hidden secrets at once.

Nangosingong (狼顧神功) – Nangochul-a (狼顧出牙) – A wolf turns its head and exposes its fangs.

Gugoak’s whole body is flooded with energy like a rough wave. The ferocious wolf’s fangs tear apart the self-defense equipment wrapped around the body.

“This- what?!”

Gooak’s eyes widen at the unexpected explosive power. With that, the match was over. I should have opened the distance right away at the time of panic.

Samabu stomps his right foot and quickly turns around. At the same time, he raises his right arm and strikes the temple of the evil with a sharp elbow.

Wooddeuk-!!

His skull cracks and his brain shakes. Your sense of balance is lost and your vision blurs. The body becomes full of gaps.

A hazy world where everything looks double. The last thing Guo-ak saw there was Sama-bu’s arms thrashing like a venomous snake preying on his prey.

Consular Power

Human body, stomach, uvula, ribs, nose, glabellar, upper arm, heart, collarbone, femur, navel, etc.

No matter how much you train your body, there are vital points. And when a human strikes a vital point, he dies.

It is an unchanging truth that is comparable to the sun rising in the east.

One shot – One shot – Destroys the body with a blow with intent to kill. Both arms and legs are busy carrying out one task: killing.

There is no study of martial arts. There is only pure martial arts for slaughter.

In the end, Gooak’s body, pushed to its limit, raises the white flag. Losing control, the body slowly falls backwards.

The spirit is also buried in darkness, sputtering out death murmurs that no one can hear.

‘… This is one of the four families that rule the darkness of Safa.’

Sapa Sajeongju (邪派四庭柱) – The four pillars supporting Sapa.

Sama Sega (司馬世家), one of Mang Tak Cao Yi (the wicked man who destroyed the Han Dynasty. Wang Mang (王莽), Dong Zhuo (董卓), Cao Cao (曹操), and Sima Yi (司馬懿) are collectively called).

Gu Go-ak felt despair at the fact that he had wronged the cause of the religion due to his personal grudge, and at the same time, he lost consciousness in fear of Samase, who had been thoroughly hiding his power even though he had this power.

It was a truly futile death compared to the death of an elder of the Cheonma Shinkyo church that made Murim tremble.

“Come to think of it… I forgot to say this.”

Sima Bu took his handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the blood off his fist as he murmured coldly at his corpse in a low voice.

“Don’t stand behind me on the subject of the disrespectful Demonic Cult.”

This is Mr. Sima who once rose to the position of the Manchuria. Even if they fall, blood does not disappear.

In the long history, it is absurd to see those who are not even kings, let alone emperors, making noise about the conquest of Murim and the destruction of the world.

“Master, the Demonic Cult has surrounded the mansion. Give me an order.”

Samabu looked down at Gugoak’s corpse with cold eyes at the report of a black man who appeared suddenly and covered his body with a black cloth.

‘They planned to slit my throat first and then wipe it all out in one fell swoop.’

Samabu thought for a moment that he would demoralize Gugoak by showing the muddy corpse to the Demonic Cult worms, but soon shook his head.

Judging from the energy you can feel, these guys aren’t the ones that can be done with psychological warfare. Top-notch masters who have gone through all kinds of battles and climaxes are mixed.

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In the end, you have to break it by bumping into it with force against force.

… To be honest, I want to put everything aside and run to the mountains to save Chen Yi. It’s good to get a chlorine as well.

There is still a lot of gold to be ripped from the Baehwa Bridge. Now, only in Samasei, the Yang Zhihua project is gaining momentum. The funding line should not be cut off.

But it shouldn’t be like that. The boss shouldn’t show an emotional side. You must never show weakness.

Take heart. Make a commitment

Samabu’s tawny eyes, reminiscent of wolves, flashed. With a low, animal-like voice, he commands the hounds that are only waiting for the owner’s command.

“It is an order. Tell the villagers of Kunlun Mountain what will happen if you stick your head in the wolf’s mouth.”

***

It seems that it is fashionable to suddenly jump out of the forest these days. Or the site behind my house is really bad.

Anyway, a man dressed like the men in black who appeared last time, but with a higher rank, slowly approaches us like a beast before starting a fight.

“Monsters kill. Muk-gang, wasn’t that your proud conviction?”

At the sarcastic remark, Muk-gang turns his head and looks at Hwa-hwa.

“Does it look like a monster? In my eyes, I can only see a child who loves his brother to the point of overdoing it.”

“Thank you for defending me. At first, you saw the fire and called it a monster and tried to kill it.”

“That’s right. Shameless.”

Muk-gang’s eyes narrow at the words that poke a painful spot. As promised, she even taught me about King Bo of Dongmyeong, but she really is a brother and sister with a strong back end.

“… Mancheon, now is not the time to argue about such things. Get ready to run away with her brother.”

She was a bit complacent because Muk-gang, who defeated five people in one shot the other day, was right next to her. And as if mocking my complacency, the killers of the Demonic Cult, dressed in black clothes, surrounded us in the forest.

Seeing cockroaches roaming around the house means that the entire house is already a nest of cockroaches.

I feel Hwa-hwa’s hand shaking through his collar.

In my heart, I am like Jingu singing Doraemon. – I want to shout and shake, but I can’t.

That’s right, I’m an older brother.

You must not show weakness in front of your younger siblings. You need to hide your fears and reassure them.

… It really is a losing role in many ways.

As an older brother, let’s hold on tight. The trembling I felt behind me was gone. I let go of my collar that Hwa-hwa was holding on to.

“Older brother, I am fine. Run away.”

A voice pretending to be strong can be heard from behind, expressing determination, affection, and sadness.

“They are targeting me. As long as I’m here, I don’t mind seeing my older brother….”

Since the words were not worth listening to anymore, I cut off the words in a firm voice.

“If you say that nonsense one more time, I will get really angry. I will show you what domestic violence is.”

Hwa-hwa’s eyes widen. Since she is Manchun, who has only shown her soft side so far, her harsh voice comes stronger.

“I cherish, protect, love her little sister. You promised I never give up. So don’t give up either.”

“You’re a kid who doesn’t know how to be afraid of the sky. If you don’t want to die, you’d better stop bragging and listen to her sister.”

A… f*ck… Because it’s an important part. Don’t intervene

I tell her who I am to the ignorant Demonic Cult who looks at me with a sneer on her face.

“Sky? I’ve been obsessed with that since I was born. I am the one who covers the heavens, the ten thousand.”

The moment the killers are speechless at the absurdly arrogant attitude, thunderous laughter spreads everywhere.

“Kheu- hahahahaha!!”

Everyone’s eyes turn to the one who burst into laughter. I look at Muk-gang, who burst into laughter. I’ve seen him laugh lightly, but I’ve never seen him laugh that loud.

“… What’s funny?”

I wonder if Muk-gang and I thought we were making fun of them. The one who looks like the leader of the killers hardens his face and argues with Mukgang. And Muk-gang answered the question with a light smile.

“Isn’t it funny? How can you be so confident when you have nothing? He’s going to be big.”

All eyes of the Demonic Cult are focused on Muk-gang. There is a very slight gap in the surveillance towards me and Hwa-hwa. I realized the meaning of laughter.

“What bullsh*t-“

『Fudong Myeongwangbo』

The world stops at just one step. However, the killers did not fall as easily as the last time. The level is different from the guys who came last time.

There are people who cannot move because their bodies are crushed, or who kneel, but not a single person collapses on the floor like last time. Covers the body with demonic energy and endures it, gradually pushing away the power of the king.

The situation is literally on the verge. However, Mukgang spoke to us in a calm voice as usual.

“Go.”

“… What about you?”

At my question, Muk-gang took off his shirt. The stern face of Fudo Myungwang engraved on my back scolds me.

“If you decide to keep it, don’t worry about anything else. Keep it.”

I didn’t bother to say thank you. Because we can meet again later. I hoped that would happen, and I ran like the wind, holding Hwa-hwa and spreading my golden eyes.

And then, aiming for the backs of all of them, five killers belonging to the Black Slaughter Team of the Heavenly Demonic Church came out of the forest.

The purpose of the Demonic Cult is to subdue Samase and retrieve the monsters of the Overseas Chinese. There is no need to fight esoteric guardians with great difficulty.

That’s why I hid my presence and waited for Mancheon to escape. The operation was successful. Now, all you have to do is hit the neck of Mancheon, who has become defenseless while running away.

… However, in any case, variables arise. Another stream of water emerges from the forest and catches the back of the black slaughterhouse.

I am Jang Sam-bung, the Samase Family’s servant, escort, and killer.

Dangrangposeon (螳螂捕蟬) Hwangjakjaehu (黃雀在後) – When a mantis is aiming for a defenseless cicada, a sparrow aims at the back of the mantis.

Dozens of steel balls are pouring down like a shower toward the members of the Heuksaldae.

Death approaches from behind. Youngdo’s animal senses cry out that they are in danger.

The eyes of Yeongdo, the first-class killer belonging to the Black Slaughter Squad of the Heavenly Demon Goddess, roll around. And I quickly found a way to live.

He stretched out his arms, grabbed the necks of other members of the Black Slaughter Team with both hands, and tossed them backwards.

“Youngdo! This dog-!?”

Dozens of bullets hit the meat umbrella.

Wooddeuk-! Fast-!!

With the sound of bones twisting and breaking, the comrades who served as umbrellas fall to the ground. It’s really sad.

Anyway, the death of all five people was prevented by sacrificing two people. Have benefited

“Youngdo, go.”

At the appearance of a new enemy, the captain of the Black Slaughter Team made a quick decision by aiming his sword at Jangsam. Two of the three survivors deal with the enemy, and Young-do retrieves the monster from Baehwagyo.

“As you wish.”

At the start signal, Young-do, who gets excited, runs out with a bizarre smile that makes the scars on his face distort.

It’s fun baby wolf hunting time.