The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 275

Episode 275:

The Woman’s Name is Beomjung.

Just as Jinmu said, she is a palace guard.

He was one of the ten messengers and escorts of the Jeongungdae (傳宮隊) under the command of the ruler of the palace, Song Yeobang.

She didn’t know when her nose was smashed. I thought it was because I couldn’t quickly cope with the embarrassment of showing outsiders in underwear, and the clothes I was changing into hindered the movement of my arms.

However, the feeling of intimidation I felt from the man in front of me was not an ordinary presence.

It seemed that something else was mixed with his black aura and controlling his body movements.

What’s more, the whole body is wet with sweat from the tension.

A master at a level that he dared not even guess.

But somehow the man’s face is familiar, as if he had seen it several times.

Was there such a master in the realm of Sapa? Moreover, at an age that can only be seen around the terms and conditions, he has that level of maturity...!

“...a shaman and a guru?”

“....”

Jinmu’s eyebrows twisted into an eyebrow at the thoughtless words.

Do all of these people look at each other every day because they draw a picture of themselves? I know very well.

“...A shaman is right, but what is he? not cheap Call me Shaman Ji Sword or Shaman Master ‘Nim’.”

“...”

Jinmu smiled mischievously at the words.

But Beomjeong was afraid of even that. As his smile grew thicker, the pressure radiating from his body grew stronger.

No, now the twisted air couldn’t overcome the energy, so it was screaming.

“How did you get here?”

“That you don’t know. The question is me and the answer is you.”

“...”

“Why did you mention an additional chapter in the letter to Shanxi Sanghui? Besides, why did you attack as soon as the letter was stolen?”

“...”

“The fact that you killed everyone here and saved only the two of us... So you guys have something to gain, so you’re thinking of kidnapping?”

As Jinmu rises slightly, Beomjeong’s eyes become bitter.

It’s been a pretty easy year.

Jinmu, who didn’t have to listen to the answer, smiled and continued.

“There’s no way the businesses run by Shanseo Chamber of Commerce need money again, and there’s no way they’ll take revenge on a pathetic place like this.... They say they kill in broad daylight....” “....” Jinmu’s worried look on

his

face The detective quickly shook his head.

You have to run away.

But I couldn’t leave the goal behind.

Choo Hyung-do’s daughter Choo-ryeong.

A child with a constitution of seven eumeun veins that they have been secretly seeking.

Since the report had already been sent to the lord of the small palace, even if he escaped, he had to secure it.

The judge came to a firm conclusion. Even at the cost of sacrificing his subordinates, he escapes with Chu-ryeong.

Even if it was a shaman sword, it was worth taking a gamble if it was his own light work and stealth skills.

Jinjung, where the headquarters of the Shanseo Chamber of Commerce is located... No, you will only have to go to the nearby sphere of influence.

The detective, who had made up his mind, quickly shouted.

“Kill!”

Dig!

At her command, the soldiers in the additional field are shot towards Jinmu and fly.

Jinmu, who twisted his body slightly to avoid the straight sword, grabbed the back of the attacker’s head with a calm gaze.

“Let’s see a fire moth.”

“...!”

Kwajik!

With no time to defend, the force of the stampede pressed the warrior’s head deeply into the ground.

Shush!

The two swords, ignoring the death of their comrades, flew towards Jinmu’s chest.

waddeuk.

The sword that touched his wide open hand bent like a tong, and Jinmu grabbed the wrist holding the sword and opened his legs like scissors and kicked them up.

Perpuck! puck!

The two warriors who were hit in the jaws lifted their heads and fell backwards.

“Now the captain is here...?”

While Jinmu was dealing with the attacking warriors, Beomjeong was approaching Chu Hyeongdo.

her! Is that bitch trying to use the lives of his subordinates to take hostages? you dare against me?

You can’t even become a flea by running.

Countless sword strikes fly or not, and Jinmu bends his knees as he roughly beats Jingi into Yongcheonhyeol.

couw.

His 50-year-old subordinates all fell down without even getting a proper knife cut.

And the shaman swordsman standing still with an expression that he doesn’t like something very much.

If my memory is not wrong, if there is no problem with my eyes, the old woman with her arm cut off, the man in the school uniform holding a book is Gabuja, and that ignorant-looking figure is definitely a iron-blooded person.

Three kings of Sa Sapaeo came?

In the meantime, some of them who cleaned and organized their subordinates and occupied the walls of the additional yard were definitely the iron swordsmen called the strongest in Sapaecheon.

The escape route was blocked.

Bumjeong, who was trying to stop the bleeding where his arm had been cut off, realized in an instant that he was surrounded.

thud!

“Woo Myung sees the Heavenly Lord.”

“...!”

what?

The detective widened his eyes.

what the hell is going on?

Chun Woo-myeong, who turned his subordinates into blood, suddenly kneels in front of Jin-mu and bows his head.

Why is he to the shaman sword? And the thousand lords?

My complicated head can’t easily come up with an answer.

“Meet the Lord.”

From Gabuja Myung Se-chan to Yahwa Soyakbyeok?

“Meet the Lord!”

The voices of all the warriors besieging the battlefield, including the Iron Sword, resonate in unison.

“Damn it. Why do they all come here...”

Jinmu scratches his head and lets out an annoyed voice.

Beomjeong looked at Jinmu with eyes full of disbelief in a huge confusion.

Something went terribly wrong. The shaman’s sword... is their god?

“How did you know?”

“yes? Isn’t that what God commanded?”

After the greeting, Chun Woo-myeong tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

“From Se-chan’s words, Hwang-sin contacted me saying he needed help...”

Jin-moo, who crumpled his face at Chun Woo-myeong’s words as if he noticed, glared at one side.

Hwangshin, who met his gaze, turned his head away pretending not to know.

“This son of a bitch... Phew. No matter what, did everyone come here like this?”

At Jinmu’s words, Chun Woo-myeong clenched his fists and said.

“Of course. The Lord is fighting the enemy, but how can these thousands of friends just sit still!”

“....”

Yes, this ignorant bastard aside. When Jinmu glared at Myung Se-chan, Myung Se-chan said as if it were natural.

“Hwangsin’s request is also a request, but as a result of objectively analyzing Mihyeon’s fight, Heavenly Father has yet to fully regain her former power. If you meet such a master again, the possibility of falling into danger is very high. And, as you’ve seen in Nameless Village, they’re pretty good at cunning. Because of the nature of the Lord who always jumps into the enemy camp alone and sees it...”

“Stop it!”

Anyway, this kid is not in moderation. It’s good to pick and choose the right words, but do you have to analyze everything and check the facts to be clear? Is that too verbose?

“God, the securing of power in Shaanxi is over anyway. I could go straight to Henan, but since I learned that the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce is the palace, I decided that it would be better to resolve it first.”

Jinmu shakes his head at Jeoksaeng’s words to concisely organize the situation and glances at Soyakbyeok and Choo-ryeong in his arms.

“Weak wall.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“...I could have saved it. know?”

“...”

“Really.”

The small wall, which hesitated for a moment at the muttered words with a careless expression, smiled with its wrinkled eyes.

“You mean this? I just moved ahead to relieve God’s trouble with the duty of my subordinate.”

“If you can’t even talk.”

Jinmu clicks his tongue and looks at Beomjeong, who is making a blank expression.

“Hold on.”

The moment our eyes met, Bum-jeong quickly took the dogma in her mouth...!

Tup. Papak!

“It is the name of the Heavenly Lord. Do you think you can die at will?”

“...!”

when did you move?

Myung Se-chan, who was far away, was grabbing her chin.

And in her eyes, I see Myung Se-chan’s thick book flying in an arc.

Made of dark iron... such a pair...!

The face of the detective who couldn’t even finish the swearing in his heart turned violently.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, such a bad guy.

Still, even if you hit a girl, do you hit her in the face even if you hit something that can be bloody?

It was Jinmu, who had already crushed Beomjeong’s nose the day before, but shook his head, kicking his tongue at Myung Se-chan’s cruelty.