Chapter 449 – Flower of Evil (4)
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Pure white snow is piled up on the bare branches.
Snow is also piled up on the nest of an unknown bird hanging above the snow.
Is the mother bird dead?
Did the things in the nest break the eggs and come out?
Or maybe he was eaten by a snake that woke up early from hibernation-.
Seojun looked up at it quietly, then lowered his gaze again.
You can see the headstones with their heads sticking out through the hazy breath.
This was the bullpen cemetery.
Some of the tombstones were covered with snow and couldn’t be seen, while others were clean.
Some of the tombstones had flowers on them even on this cold winter day, but some of the tombstones were cracked and looked as if they would break if touched at any moment.
“Here.”
The woman walking in front of Seojun pointed to a saddle room.
If you open the iron door and go down to the basement, you will find the coffins of your ancestors who have been honored by your family for generations.
The woman glanced back at Seojun and took out a copper key from her front door.
“Queen of Death, grant us eternal rest-.”
At the woman’s words, the copper key glowed blue.
When I brought the key to the iron door, the lock opened by itself.
Cheolkeng-
The door opened, and the woman gestured to Seojun.
“Go down.”
“Just me?”
“Go first. The door must be locked. Also, there might be rats somewhere.”
The woman gave special emphasis to the word rat and glared at Seojun.
He shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward onto the dark stairs.
Cheolkeng-
The iron door closed behind me.
Jumble-
Jumble-
Only his footsteps and the woman’s footsteps echoed from the stairs leading to the deep burial chamber.
It was musty and humid.
Knock – I heard the sound of water droplets falling somewhere.
The lamp held by the woman was the only source of light.
Seojun went down step by step into the dark basement, where there was not a single ray of light, and glanced back and asked.
“So why did you call me here? Are you trying to secretly bury me?”
I hear an answer from behind me.
“No. “I plan to test you.”
“Hmm, me on your topic?”
“···The mistress of the bullpen will do it herself. “You just need to shut up and be still.”
“My mom?”
The woman stopped walking at Seojun’s sly question.
Seojun also stopped and glanced back, and saw the woman holding the lantern glaring at Seojun as if she was going to kill him.
Those blue eyes. Straight eyebrows, broken nose bridge, burn scars from the lower lip to the chin-.
Seojun remembered her.
It has to be that way.
She was the woman who fought most fiercely with Seo-jun for the second-in-command position in the previous episode, and at the same time, she was a colleague who had his back and fought alongside her, and a traitor who died at the hands of Seo-jun.
I’m so wary of Seojun right now, so why did you betray me back then…?
Of course, that was because of Seojun’s clever behind-the-scenes work.
It was all a ploy to become Andalote’s only, trustworthy being.
Woman twitches her nostrils
“···You are still nothing.”
Actually, you have nothing to do with Andalote…?
When Seojun frowned with that exact expression, her eyes became bloodshot and her hands moved to her waist.
Seojun said with a burst of laughter.
“Why? To kill me? So what if I’m really your son? “Can you handle being hated by my mother?”
At those words, her hand stops.
Seojun brushed his hair back and went up the stairs again.
The distance between him and the woman became so close that it was no more than a finger’s width. The sound of rough breathing, as if his lungs were about to burst, tickles Seojun’s face.
Seojun stretched out his finger and tapped her pursed lips, whispering.
“So behave yourself, bitch. Whatever the test is going on down here-, I’m that woman’s son. That never changes. As for the veins – huh? Even if you die and wake up, you can’t change it. Nivera – no matter how hard you struggle – like you are the daughter of a prostitute who spreads her pussy and fucks you.”
Wow-!
The palm of Nivera, a tall blonde woman, hit Seojun’s cheek harshly. Looks like you hit the nail on the head.
Seojun, who felt that his lips were bursting and bleeding due to the amount of mana contained in the sword, curled up the corners of his mouth, smiled, and shook his head.
“Phew, look at your hands are still spicy, you bitch… Do you love Andalote so much? This time, fuck it – are you coming? I’ll make you both into a fucking house, side by side!”
At Seojun’s cold announcement, Vera opened her eyes wide.
As if I thought he was that kind of guy – his twisted face is quite bizarre.
But Seojun rushed down the stairs as soon as she could unsheath her sword.
Hey bitch…!
Nivera came running behind her, but she had already opened the door to her saddle room and entered.
Inside, several people were waiting for the man and woman.
No, to be exact, Seojun.
“So, is that him…? “My lost brother?”
And then something that was left with only a head above the neck- looked at Seojun and grinned and muttered.
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There were also people Seojun knew well.
The flower of evil, Andalote, and her seven sons and daughters who assist her.
They referred to Andalote as the mistress of the bullpen or mother.
Of course, there was only one person who directly called her that.
The blonde woman who took care of her at the closest distance was Nivera, the prostitute’s daughter.
“···What is it?”
“Nivera? Why is it black?”
Seojun, who had just entered the saddle room, was breathing heavily, and Nivera, who came down after him, drew her sword and was huffing and puffing, so everyone who was waiting in her saddle room jumped up from their seats.
In the meantime, the only one who was calm was Andalote, who wore the skin of an old man.
“What’s going on, Nivera?”
When she asked in her low voice, Nivera was very embarrassed and pointed at Seojun with the tip of her sword.
“That, that, that guy…!”
The thought of him making her mother the object of a dirty curse that she did not even dare to mention rose up in her throat, but she held it down again.
I couldn’t say it.
What if it turns out that he is the real son…?
Then how much her mother must be heartbroken. Didn’t Nive Ray know better than anyone else that she had been looking for her son so secretly?
“···No. “I got too excited and made a mistake.”
“Okay. By the way – what is that scar on your cheek? Why are your lips again…”
Her eyes turn to Seojun’s chapped lips.
Nivera pressed her lips to that. If by any chance that guy was his real son – he would have assaulted that son.
Who would be happy with someone who stabbed their own son?
Her anxious eyes and the curious gazes of others all turned towards Seojun.
He calmly looked around at his son-in-law, scratched his cheek, and answered.
“I’m so sleepy. “I tapped my cheek to wake up, but it seems I used too much force.”
Someone shed tears at the meaningless excuse.
Someone with a sharp sense of humor immediately noticed that Nivera had hit Seojun.
Anyway, when Seojun said that, Andalote, who seemed to already know everything, silently nodded.
The innocent Nivera’s sigh of relief is heard from behind her, making her laugh.
“Would you please sit there for a moment?”
Andalote stretched out her wrinkled hand and pointed to the chair.
There was a dark-colored coffin in front of the chair, and on top of it there was a bamboo barrel with its head cut off.
It was looking at Seojun and smiling the whole time.
That smile was very lively. Even more so than the living people here.
Because his head was blonde, and his eyes were golden – just by looking at him, it was impossible to tell that he had strong Balthazar blood.
As soon as Seojun sat down, the head in front of him lifted his lips.
“Brother. Yes, nice to meet you. Really – you look just like your father.”
Seojun lifted his head and smiled.
“Well, nice to meet you. “But who are you?”
“The illegitimate son of Tomville Balthazar’s third son. Yorville. As you can see, please understand why my body is like this, and I cannot shake hands.”
Tomville Balthazar was the man who raped Andalote.
Except that he turns into a dog when he’s drunk – I heard that the Golden Ball really cared about him because he was quite capable.
So he must have issued an order to exterminate Andalote.
Anyway, he is the illegitimate son of that rapist…
Seojun immediately realized Andalote’s intentions.
It seemed like she was thinking of verifying Seojun.
Since Seojun had always felt that she could not let go of her doubts, he had guessed that this moment would come.
However, she could not have imagined that in the basement of the bullpen cemetery, there was a giant tong that could not die even if it wanted to.
She was the second-in-command of Andal Lote, and even in the last episode, she had never even heard of such a being.
Perhaps even her limbs gathered here were surprised to see her talking head.
If her child appears, she won’t know if he is her son or not.
In order to cross-verify, he kidnapped one of Balthazar’s bloodlines and used hex to cut off her head and save her.
It was truly creepy.
“It seems like our Flower of Evil is doubting whether his brother is his son or not.”
The head giggled for a long time.
When Seojun looks at Andalote – she avoids her gaze.
It was because she couldn’t face the eyes that looked at her as if she was resenting her.
Grumble-
Among the limbs of Andalote, an old woman who looked like she was about to die got up from her chair, relying on her cane.
“I plan to use the power of blood to find out. I never thought this moment would really come, hehe…”
The old woman’s fingernails were pitch black, as if they had been put on with nail polish, and even when she narrowed her eyes, the whites were not visible.
Her white mustache reached down to her chest, and the age spots on her cheeks looked like the maw of a demon.
This old man must be the one who created the immortal head.
‘The one who never dies’ Colossus.
Seojun had only heard the name of the old shaman, but this was his first time meeting him. Have you been hiding in this musty basement the whole time – even in previous episodes?
He said he cared enough about the dead to the point of eating rice cake with corpses – he was truly a terrible pervert.
The old man asked Seojun, pointing a staff carved out of an eagle’s skull.
“Then before you cast a spell, do you have any symptoms such as feeling dizzy or having bloody stool in the morning?”
“···No.”
When Seojun answered quietly, the old man stuck out his thin tongue and skimmed his lips.
“Hehe… I need to draw a lot of blood. I asked in advance because I was worried that I might die. Could you fill the stirrer with blood? Along with that guy Balthazar who wants to die but can’t die-.”
When Seojun looks at Andalote again, she places her hands on her knees and slightly lowers her head with a guilty look.
It probably meant asking for a favor just this once.
Seojun unbuttoned one of the front buttons around his neck and gulped.
Let’s take a closer look at the son-in-law – Andalote’s sons and daughters were guarding the only gate leading to the earth.
Among them was Nivera, who had not yet led the sword and was glaring at Seojun with red eyes…
Shit, this is a bit messed up…?
Cold sweat broke out on Seojun’s back.
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[Kkkk?
[LOL, no, the DNA test crossed the line LOL]
[This bastard Jun is so nervous haha]
[The expression on the tightrope walking expression is so cool haha]
[LOL How are we going to get out this time, you bitch LOL]
[Let’s go like a dog for the 10th time~ haha]
