Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation Chapter 92

Challenge again (3) that night.

Seolhui slept in the 3rd floor bedroom.

and how long has it been I woke up from my sleep to the sound of humming and muffled voices.

“… … .” Seolhui's eyes opened and it was dark.

There was light, but his eyes had not yet adapted to the darkness.

Moreover, I felt a pleasant, humid, and musty smell.

So, for a moment, I couldn't figure out what the situation was.

'Did the system intervene?' I doubted that, but the information still didn't appear in front of my eyes.

And not lying down, but sitting tied to a chair.

More than anything else, the voice that someone was calling and reporting was telling him that he was in an unusual situation.

“Big brother, you seem to have woken up.” Was it because of the familiar voice of a man? Seolhui began to recall some memories from before he went to sleep.

After solving a simple quibble, he stood up.

After being guided by a clerk named Chil-deuk, I entered the 3rd floor bedroom.

And after drinking the water in the room because of thirst, I lay down straight away.

After that...

… .

He was sitting on a chair, bound by a rope.

boo boo! Just then, someone slapped his cheek.

After that, the man illuminates his face with a bright corner lamp.

The other person's face began to appear clearly.

“Hey, are you awake?” Only then did Seol-hui know how things were going.

That this guy who hit him now is the clerk of this store who guided me to his place, Childeuk.

“… … My eyes are open!” With a vulgar voice, the clerk reported to someone, and he felt popular from behind.

When Seol Hwi was acclimatized to the darkness, three men were seen walking.

Two majestic giants.

Then, a man of a suitable build and long hair came to him, chewing something in his mouth, and put down a chair in front of him and sat there.

"nice to meet you.

Unknown Mr.

My name is Haeng-ah.” The man spoke kindly and tapped his cheek twice.

“Well, I’m going to ask you a few questions, so I hope you can answer me sincerely.

Then I won't kill you." “… … .” “This sword.

It looks pretty good...

… Where did you get it?” Seolhui's gaze shifted to the place where the man could see the sword.

Yes Afternoon Sword.

The guy was pointing at the splendid golden pattern engraved on the scabbard.

Seolhui slowly lifted his head and looked at his abilities above his head.

Haeng-ah [Myungbin-gwan action leader_42]

Stamina 240/440 Inner attack 80/80 Combat power 980 '… … .' Seolhui looked at the shame and was confused for a moment.

But soon after realizing that there was no 'man' in the figures, he let out a short sigh.

Since I've been dealing with strong enemies every time, it's been a long time since I've seen such a low figure.

"Hey.

If you speak well, will you live?” The stiff expression on his face gradually loosened at the continuous warning from the opponent.

At this point, it was time to have a conversation.

So I asked.

“Hey, if it’s Myungbinkwan… … Is it the place that looks after the store I went to?” “… … what?" "Just curious." “Kyah… … this child.

He's a great guy." He smiled as he looked at the men next to him as if it was fun.

Then he made eye contact with himself again.

“You don’t know what the situation is right now?” “… … Tied up on a rope.” "okay.

What does that mean?” “I know.

So I was very happy.” Seolhui smiled mischievously as he saw the face of the opponent gradually hardening.

“It looks like things are going to work out better than I expected.

I just happened to go to the Myungbingwan...

… I thought it would be easy to go in as you dressed appropriately.” "under… … This kid...

… .” Hang-ah keeps turning her head as if she doesn't understand the words.

He immediately got up from his seat and looked at the two Jang Han and Chil Deuk who were standing behind him and said, “Kill me half.” "Yes." Hearing those words, the two men, whose bodies were covered with muscles, reacted immediately.

And one of them approached Seol-hui, clenched his fist and looked down.

“… … ?” He doubted his eyes.

Seolhui, who was completely tied to the chair, was able to move freely with her hands and feet.

“Do you know what is called Subliminal Projection?” “… … profit!" Jang Han hurriedly clenched his fist, but Seol Hwi's movements were several times faster.

No, several dozen times more.

Whoops! In one room, Jang Han fell to the floor.

Jang Han, who was rushing to run from the back, too.

Whoops! It fell to the floor with one punch.

And Childeuk staring blankly.

“Uh-huh!” In an instant, Seolhui's hand grabbed his neck and shook his body.

“… … ?” Around that time, their leader, Haeng-a, felt something strange and turned around.

And it was soon flagged.

All the fallen servants.

And there was Childeuk, who looked at him sadly with his neck caught.

“Can we talk?” “… … .” When Haeng-ah saw that, he felt it intuitively.

He says he's an incompetent guy.

* * * Seolhui was walking down the street in the evening.

A day has already passed since I researched Haeng-a for a long time, ate simple snacks and moved.

They tied up their limbs and left them in the basement of the store.

Even if it is discovered later, it will be after a day has passed, so it will not affect the event.

Seol-hui was dressed in Haeng-ah's clothes and transformed into his face by performing counterfeiting.

And while visiting the Myungbingwan, he was returning to what he had said one by one.

“My role is to extort money from customers who make a fuss around the red light district or who come alone.” “All the money goes to the head of the Myung-Bin-Kwan and pays it back, and receives a certain amount of commission.” “The head of Myeongbingwan is a man named Changsik, and he is the one who took control of the area around the red light district.

There are about two hundred men...

… .” “This is Myungbingwan.” Seolhui stopped in front of the three-story building.

Judging by the bright lights all over the building, it looked like business was going well.

"Huh?" A man of strong physique guarding the front door.

When he saw Seolhui, he grinned.

“Hang-ah, you’re already looking for a way here.

Did business go well today?” “Well, a little.” “The boss is here, so go up.” "okay." Seolhui greeted him briefly and entered the entrance.

“… … .” The first floor was filled with the smell of various types of tobacco.

Guys carrying lotus and blooming.

And on the other side, a woman with her makeup fixed on it.

In a place full of decadent energy, Seolhui stood still for a moment without moving.

"Hey? did you come?” At that time, there was a man smiling at him.

He was a skinny guy, but seeing his pale face and bad complexion, he looked like someone who was addicted to poison.

When I looked above my head, the name Gongya was written on it.

“Did anything good happen?” "What… … .” "also.

Because all the stores you are in charge of are slavery.

When outsiders come, they usually get off there.” He chuckled.

Then he looked around carefully and whispered into his ear.

“The boss came, but… … You don't look like you're in a good mood today." "Why?" “What? It's because of Changryongmun these days.

Geum Man-jung is trying to compromise in moderation, but it doesn't seem to work.

I can't even fight openly." Seolhui's eyes lit up at the words Changryongmun and Geummanjung.

Come to think of it, the red light district near Chengdu.

It is difficult to manage this place, and in the end, they are not the ones who look after it.

“Anyway, high-ranking people will take good care of you.

How about more than that? If we come down to see the boss, shall we have fun together?” Gongya said, pointing to the women behind them.

When Seol-hui looked away, she saw women in silk clothes and heavy makeup.

"Fine… … .” Seol-hui, who was about to refuse, caught sight of a familiar woman just in time.

The woman I saw at the store yesterday.

She was going up the stairs with the warriors in leather clothes.

“Oh, that kid?” When Gong-ya pretended to know something, Seol-hui asked.

“Are you an acquaintance?” "sure.

These are the new arrivals.

I heard that his father sold his children to Haomen for gambling debts.

Our boss paid a lot of money to bring him here.” “… … !” Hao Moon.

It was then that Seolhui could guess what the friendly group that was floating above her head was.

If that's true, what's the connection between there and that woman? No, how does that friendly group apply to you? “But, why?” Gong-ya asked, but Seol-hui didn't answer.

Seeing that, he shook his head.

“Arthur.

Those things aren't something that little kids like us can covet.

If you want to live long.” Seol-hui did not heed his warning.

For a moment, I looked around and asked the question again.

“Bong.” "Huh." “Is the boss on the third floor?” "Yes." “Any other guests?” “… … Why?” Seolhui smiled at his question.

“I thought it would be good to know something.” Then I started walking slowly to go up to the third floor.

* * * As we went up to the 3rd floor, the entrance door was blocking it.

It looked like a completely enclosed space, not like a corridor-style corridor.

A man standing in front of the door saw Seolhui and opened the door simply pretending to know him.

cut profit.

As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the strong smell of tobacco.

In one corner there is a singing voice.

A woman was seen burning gold, and in the other corner there were also people who gambled in front of a table.

The walpas were concentrating on the game with their weapons on their shoulders, on their waists, or on the floor.

and among them.

“… … !” Seolhui's expression hardened.

it was her The woman who had come up here a while ago, somehow now had blood all over her face.

Moreover, next to him was a mature man holding a long sword and poised to kill her.

"Huh?" When the old man with the sword saw him, he flinched for a moment.

Then, he pulled out his sword and approached him with a bright face.

“Hang! Are you here!” Seolhui easily recognized that he was the boss here.

Because that's how it was in the information.

Changsik [Cheongdo District 3 Red Light District Boss]

Physical strength 10,000/10,000 Inner attack 10,000/10,000 Combat strength 110,000 Do you think it's a sense of power? Even the bosses who control the red light district have only 110,000 combat power.

On the one hand, it is understandable.

At that time, the spy who risked his life to fight, Geoun, had a fighting power of about 110,000.

"Yes." Seolhui briefly greeted him.

"okay.

What did you get this time?” “I have pointed out a good guy.” As if Seolhui was waiting, his sword.

He held out his sword.

"Oh!" As soon as he received the sword from him, he showed an ecstatic expression on his face.

That's right, the sword that Gonma, the fourth disciple, also possessed at the main school.

It is a natural reaction to think that it would be one of the best swords in the midfield.

“Knock-knock.” Changsik's surprised smile turned a little puzzled.

He noticed that he was looking at a woman.

"Ah.

I'm going to kill that bitch soon." He continued to talk as if he was having fun while keeping his eyes on the yeohu sword.

“I bought it with a lot of money.

I found out that this bitch was taking the back money.

Well, even if you can close your eyes...

… .” He said, pulling out the Yeohhu sword.

“I also witnessed situations where they were trying to hire Salsu with the money they got.

Do you know why? I killed my father that bitch what a wicked year.

He knew that and approached me.” “… … .” Seolhui nodded, but there was no emotion.

I'm just guessing that's what happened.

"okay." Jeonbung turned his gaze and handed the sword to himself.

Let Seolhui make a puzzled expression.

“You kill.” He immediately looked up with a gleaming look in his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

“This sword.

Have a good meal.”