Chapter 280 – 4. Is It a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing? Is It a Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing? (8)※
“Okay, take it”
In front of their mutually rented inn room, Chenming ate food out of the many items he received from YuRia’s performance early this evening, and handed over half of what was left to YuRia.
“If possible, let’s set off early tomorrow. Breakfast is regrettable, but I think it’s better to eat it as soon as you wake up and leave as early as possible.”
“Whoa…”
Who will say what
It’s my fault for neglecting to think that my head hurts.
It’s my fault for singing with all my feelings because I miss Roa.
It’s more the fault of the damn prostitutes who can’t sing than the soldiers who only know about crushing. This!!
The next morning, no early morning. Same with Chenming and Yuria. They didn’t even tell each other when, but at about the same time, the two opened the inn door and poked their heads out.
“Ha, haha… I was going to wake you up, but you’re already up.”
“It’s because I took all the rest I needed at least.”
YuRia, who was chewing on the last remaining meat skewer in one hand, gently nodded her head and sent a gesture asking her to leave, and Chenming nodded her head in response and went down the stairs.
Chen Ming returned her key to the innkeeper, who was dozing at the counter, and went out to see the gloomy dawn sky welcoming the two of them outside the inn.
The copper that hadn’t burst yet became brighter and brighter as if urging the two of them.
So, as if running away, I hurriedly left the road and passed from early dawn to early morning. As the morning sun poked its head out over the mountain, Chenming and YuRia noticed the men in the outfits they had seen once in the distance.
They looked like bandits and had a very rough impression, but they were the people of Juhomun who were surprisingly decent people.
Did they find us over there too hmm? And looked at us.
As one of them tried to call us over, the other person quietly grabbed his hand and shook his head, as if he knew us.
“Hmm?”
“I’m a trader at West Station, but I heard that he was rescued by a friend who accidentally fell into the river and flowed down here, and he is taking them to the party with loyalty.”
“Ho… Hey friend. You’re bold beyond what you look like? Haha!”
Chen Ming just haha. I just let out an awkward laugh.
“If you’re a man of darkness, you should be like that. It’s bitter if you pretend not to know someone in trouble. He’s very manly, unlike what he looks like.”
Phut! Phut! Breath came out of Chen Ming’s mouth as he tapped his back.
“Coke…”
“Okay, go ahead. I’ll send the poor Mia girl over there to the anxious party.”
Yuria was moved to tears at the word Mia, but she couldn’t really deny it because it wasn’t wrong except for the word ‘ah’.
“Chit…”
“I honestly can’t help it. They don’t know anything. Let’s go.”
YuRia was somewhat upset by Chen Ming’s words, but she let out a sigh and hurried her steps.
Really… I wanted to get back what I saw as soon as possible.
* * * * * *
It was long after Yuria and Chenming passed by.
As the sun passed over the center of their heads and a slight heat hit their bodies, they felt drowsy for some reason.
I’ve been hungry for a drink since I was bored, but I can’t bear to drink alcohol during my mission. Nothing has changed, but it still hurts her to keep on the road.
“It’s so boring”
“Hey, don’t say that. Originally, it’s best that nothing like this happens.”
At the words of a colleague who seemed to raise a flag, the other Joo Ho-mundo responded in fright.
The Demonic Cultists were very close to each other, but among them, it was best not to really run into each other.
Because they were people who had something that didn’t end with just being strong or vicious.
And, of course, it was the heavyweights who appeared in this area.
“Didn’t you hear that rumor? The story of that guy at Jangheungmun Gate”
“Shh! I told you not to mention that.”
“No, no, no. Just don’t forget.”
Hearing those words, Juho Wenwon, who had brought up his words a little while ago, quietly shut his mouth.
“If you meet a real big shot, you’d rather just die”
“…”
The Demonic Cult was such an existence.
That’s why, when referring to the power they handle, it’s more like enchantment, so you can’t call it that way, and call it ‘Magong’ with a sense of fear and reverence.
“I’m asking just in case. Are you saying that it’s better to just die when we meet?”
“!?”
“?!”
At the appearance of someone among the three main homundos, the two hurriedly threw their bodies away from the sound, but the one who was grabbed by someone was just paralyzed, unable to move, in panic, unable to make a sound, and trembling in cold sweat.
“Unfortunately… You couldn’t escape.”
Starting from the face of the main homundo with the hands of the demonic cult, slowly riding down the body. Started to come down.
Then, when his hand was raised above the lower abdomen, where the dantian was precisely located, it gradually began to glow brightly from inside the lower abdomen. I couldn’t even open my mouth.
“Wh-what…”
The two Homundo Ju, who did not understand what had happened, looked at their colleague in the hands of the Demonic Cultist and did not understand what the hell had happened.
And it wasn’t long before that idea turned out to be a reality.
Chiyiyi…
“Ughh!! Uhhhhh!”
Heat from the body. Abdomen that shines brighter and wider.
And the creepy noises and horrible smells that start to emanate from the body.
Tears flowing down and tired pants…
What I thought was a dream has now become a reality.
“The ship is being burned from inside the belly!?”
Seeing that sight, they could no longer watch, so they hurriedly threw swords at their comrades who were being grabbed and burned from the stomach in order to cut off the pain of their comrades as early as possible.
However, as if the Demonic Cultist couldn’t let him die so easily, he slashed the flying sword with his hand and bounced it off.
“I thought it was a policy that I would never use it for the rest of my life, but…”
They hurriedly reached into their arms, took out flares, and pulled the string.
Watching the signal flare soaring into the sky, the two of them pulled out a dagger for self-determination from their arms and stabbed their hearts, but there was no pain, huh? I looked at my arms, but for some reason I couldn’t see the dagger for self-determination in my hand.
“Uh… Huh?”
“Ah?”
“This is… Aren’t the factions of name and color too weak?”
Surprisingly, the dagger for self-determination that was supposed to be in their hands was in the hands of that cruel magician.
Did the point blood that paralyzed the body at that moment dissolve? Juho Mundo, who was burning from the inside of his stomach, opened his mouth wide and let out a cloud of black smoke and began to let out a truly terrible and grotesque scream.
Never in my life have I heard such a ghastly, horrible scream. The scream was so terrible that the two of them could swear that they had never imagined it.
Rolling around, making grotesque noises that could hardly be attributed to humans. What the hell is that figure struggling while embracing black smoke from the mouth… It was a bizarre figure that I couldn’t understand why the hell he hadn’t died yet.
“Did you know that? It’s surprising that humans don’t die as easily as we thought.”
“…”
“…”
Since they had already failed to commit suicide, the two felt that it was too late.
In the end, the two exchanged glances with each other, intuition that the image of their colleague reproducing the scene of hell alive in that terrible shape would become their image.
Now that it’s like this, I’m not a Demonic Cultist, but I’m going to try to at least reduce the pain of my comrades somehow.
It was an unchanging reality that they could not do anything about that magician with their own skills.
“Huh-huh… Welcome back”
Sensing the change in the eyes of the two, the magician raised both hands and greeted them.
* * *
“Turn off… Turn off… Turn off… Turn off…”
“Keuggeuk… Gigik… Gaaaaa…”
Chee-hee, Chee-hee…
Two Juhomundo who are slowly burning alive from the inside, and one Juhomundo who is still alive and shivering even though his stomach is already gone and only the upper body remains with only black bones left below the lower body.
Seeing them in such terrible pain, the Demonic Cult smirked and smiled.
“Ah. Everything according to His will.”
The general, fluttering and fluttering the hem of his black robe, smiled and smirked.
His role ends here.
In the end, everything would go according to the will of the Most High.
