The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 249

Episode 249

Bang!

The armrest of the iron chair was crushed by the violent blow.

Looking at Jeong Mok-rip, the head of the Metallurgical Dang, who can’t stand his anger and shudders, Grand Chancellor Yeo Hoi, who posted a report, shakes his head in a cold sweat.

“So what? All five workplaces in Gamcheon, a prefecture in Seomyeon, were destroyed?”

“yes.”

“Are all the children dead? Without missing a single one?”

“...yes. See that.”

Yeohoe looks at Jeong Mok-rip in a creeping voice.

“her!”

Jeong Mok-rip slumps down into a chair with a puzzled expression.

“What kind of bastard are you?”

“That’s...”

“Are you that damn guru again?”

“That’s...”

Yeo-hoe blurts out the answer at the words of Jeong Mok-rip, who breathes heavily.

“Such an asshole!”

At last, Mok-rip Jeong yelled at Yeohoe’s hesitant appearance.

“The scale of the damage is too great to be called the guru’s work...”

“So what?”

“yes?”

“So what? Are you such a crazy bastard? Is that shit? Aren’t you looking straight ahead?”

“In fact, there was no evidence to conclude that there was a pleural effusion from the bodies found at the three workplaces.”

“...”

“It’s different from the Malco guru who raided the slave market the other day. At the time, looking at the victims, there were clear traces of reluctance not to harm them, and no one died at the scene. But this time there are no survivors. The marks left on the body are different. It’s just that they’re all brutal.”

“Cruel?”

“yes. All of them had their throats pierced or their heads burst...”

“...”

“And they robbed money everywhere they went.”

“Even money?”

Jeong Mok-rip, who had a deep wrinkle between his brows at Yeo-hoe’s report, picked up a hair-cutting device lying on one side of the table.

There was a picture of a Taoist who looked to be in his mid-thirties, neatly wearing a southern flower gun.

A cruel swordsman sword.

I call it that because I don’t know the name. I couldn’t tell if it was a real guru or not.

It’s just that, according to the testimony of the survivors, he wears a masculine gun and values life for the subject of the attack.

A guy who has been touring the northern part of Shaanxi since a year ago, interfering with their business at every turn. In order to catch him, Mok-rip Jeong had made a defacement based on the testimonies of the injured.

However, it had already been two months since he disappeared, and the places he raided were mainly slave markets.

He always escaped, saving only those he held as slaves. No one was killed on the spot. However, some of the soldiers wounded by it died of tetanus.

To deliberately use a rusty sword to kill a cruel man slowly.

But at least he didn’t touch the money. But this time, don’t you say that you robbed the money?

“What the fuck is it? What kind of bastard are you if you’re not that damn guru? Are you talking about power?”

“No, I don’t think so. Jeong Mu-maeng’s movements are quiet, and Cheon Woong-bang, who rebelled against Sa Pae-cheon, is also... It seems difficult to ask for help from Sa Pae-cheon’s nature unless it is certain.”

“What the fuck!”

Wow.

Jeong Mok-rip crumpled his features and spat out swear words.

It’s annoying to install a rat bastard, but this time a killer bastard appears.

But Yeohoe is right.

The identity of the beast is also not certain, and it is impossible to ask for an unmanned unit to be sent to the main body of Sapaecheon.

“Haha how much damage?”

“That’s...”

As Yeo-hoe hesitated again, the annoyed Jeong Mok-rip’s temples had tendons.

“How much!”

“The damages amount to four caskets of gold.”

“Yes, your coffin! Huh, what a pair!”

Profanity erupts out of nowhere.

good.

The man who gently put his sword down on the floor slowly got up from his seat and approached the window.

Daeryongbang of the manor seen through the window.

He was a manor belonging to the Metallurgical Party located in Jajang-hyeon.

From the outside, it was just a manor like any other place, but as a result of looking at it for two days, people tied up in ropes were being dragged in at night.

The man’s wife... and even the children.

It was evident that they were to be imprisoned for a while before being handed over to the slave market.

“Like bad guys.”

The man’s brow furrowed slightly.

He was a warrior who had recently become quite famous in northern Shaanxi.

Although it was not specifically intended, the Sapa people feared him, calling him a rusty sword.

The Metallurgical Party’s workplace he was aiming for.

Buhyeon’s Hadobang.

He waited until it became quiet for a while due to the bounty issued by the Metallurgical Party, and then moved, but the player was taken away. Some guy attacked the Hadobang he was aiming for.

By the time he arrived, it was already a step too late. Officials were scattered all over the place to investigate the massacre, and in the garden, there were only corpses and the scent of blood flowing everywhere, as if they had been left there on purpose.

The swordsman’s eyes narrowed as he recalled the gruesome scene he had witnessed.

what kind of people are they? Looking at the cruel hands left on the corpse, it was thought that it was not a political faction at all.

It was said that there was a riot inside Sapaecheon, but did the rebels attack?

Maybe. Not only the Hadobang, but also the gambling hall was destroyed.

But that has nothing to do with it.

The problem is grassy. There was no grassroots left at the workplace of the Metallurgical Party that was attacked. It disappeared as if it had evaporated.

It must have been taken by the raiders. Probably will. For the Sapa people who buy and sell people like animals, slaves are no different from money.

The swordsman’s eyes changed sharply.

Realizing that the attacker’s route was heading north, he skipped the coast from Gamcheon and ran straight to Jajang.

When he predicted the skills and numbers of the guys who raided the Metallurgical Party’s workplace, he knew very well that he couldn’t deal with them alone.

Those detained along the coast could not be helped, but those held at the Jajang-hyeon business site must be rescued first. It’s my guys fighting each other or not.

After waiting for nightfall to save the common people, the swordsman changed into a jet-black military uniform.

* * *

Jinmu and Hwangsin are on their way to Jajanghyeon after leaving the coastal metallurgical party site to pieces.

Jinmu opened his mouth to Hwangshin, who was cleaning up after a simple meal with the beef jerky the old man had provided.

“The emperor.”

“...?”

“Let’s see your skills.”

“...”

“I don’t need to know exactly how much your ability is to go together from now on. If you lack the ability, teach me a little, so it’s comfortable for me too.”

Hwangshin felt a shudder at Jinmu’s outburst.

He was called the strongest in the history of Sapa and was the predecessor of the Four Emperors, Hyeokryeonmugang, who was praised as the best man in the world along with the Ma Gyoju, Bukri Docheon.

Hadn’t he already confirmed his inaction?

The teachings of such an absolute master were hard to meet again.

Hwangshin really did his best.

At first, I thought they would teach me how to increase my stealth ability to the extreme, or a martial art that could be used as a special move.

Hwangshin, filled with joy, attacked Jinmu with all his abilities.

jump!

“Keugh!”

Fast!

“Kek!”

beaten mercilessly.

“A tsk tsk hideaway.”

Jinmu clicked his tongue and shook his head at Hwangshin, who was scattered on the floor.

“What’s with that kind of stealth? escort? messenger? it’s funny Are you going to run errands properly?”

“...”

At Jinmu’s words, Hwangshin, whose snowballs were swollen black, stuck out his mouth about five feet.

No, it may not be at the martial arts level, but what does the messenger’s mission and escort have to do with stealth?

It’s like a god damn heaven. It must have been that he just wanted to beat it because he was bored.

It’s like a person who’s crazy about fucking beatings...