Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

Chapter 96

Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation Chapter 96

Design (1) The time when darkness falls and rain pours down.

A middle-aged man in bamboo lip was walking down the street of a red light district filled with light red.

As the rain grew stronger, the number of people was gradually decreasing.

He was walking silently in the middle, and immediately stopped in front of a store.

Broken windows.

There are people who control the surroundings.

He lifted his head for a moment to check the signboard of the store, and then walked into the broken building.

“Go somewhere else.

Because I can’t go in here.” Just at that moment, a naughty scoundrel said, straining his neck.

At those words, the middle-aged man in bamboo lip stopped walking, and quietly looked up at him.

“Do you want to die?” Rather, a greater warning emanated from him.

So momentary silence.

And in the gaze of a middle-aged man with a frown on his eyebrows, someone suddenly intervened.

"Huh? Aren't you the merchant's bodyguard?" It was a man who seemed to be Walpae's colleague.

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man, he quickly bowed his head and was polite.

“Ah, I didn’t know.” Then Walpae, who was ahead of him, also bowed his head with an embarrassed expression.

The middle-aged man looked at him for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“What about the wilderness?” “You are on the second floor.

I will bring you quickly.” As soon as the words were finished, the man hurriedly went up.

And not long after, a short old man came down from upstairs and bowed his head.

“Are you here!” The name is wilderness.

He was an intelligence agent at the Geumhwang Shopping House, owned by Geum Man-jung.

All important news in this area would flow through him.

So, in the dark, even if it was a ceiling with bamboo ribs, he would recognize it at a glance.

“Can I take a peek inside?” “Of course.” After bowing his head once more, he shouted at the warriors around him.

“Everyone get out of the way, the six of you, light up the area around here!” "Yep!" “Yes!” At his words, all the wags standing at the entrance started to leave the building.

And some showed up with yellow candles and lamps.

As the interior of the store became bright and bright, the upper ceiling slowly looked around the room.

The floor was littered with corpses and blood.

A person whose limbs were amputated.

one with only a head.

Open your eyes and die.

A person who died instantly in a crouched position.

It was a sight that seemed to show that more than ten samurai had suffered helplessly.

'Who the hell...

… .' The footsteps of the ceiling gradually slowed down.

When I got to the center, taking a glance at the men like that.

One Suha, who had become a corpse, was seen on her knees.

'After the wire?!' He doubted his eyes.

How he fought, he sat down on his knees.

This means that you have lost your will.

What level of mastery could he have been able to subdue him so overwhelmingly? 'Huh?' Sang Cheon-jang looked at the body after the wire.

To be precise, his expression hardened as he looked down at his chest and hands, especially the severed wrist.

'Twenty-four plum blossom swords!' There's no way he doesn't know this.

The direction and movement of salcho is easily recognizable by those who are active in the river.

In particular, it was drawn in the direction of the herbaceous plant, a curve that blooms sword flowers.

It wasn't just after the wire.

Many of those who fell here showed signs of such wounds.

“What happened?” Sang Cheng asked the old man.

With his nasolabial folds exposed, he bent down and said.

“I heard that there were a man and a woman in it.

All the samurai in the shopping district they saw were killed.” “Are you male or female?” He narrowed his eyes to the ceiling.

Presumably, the one who killed his subordinates looked like someone who acted in the red light district.

He turned his head and looked at each corpse that had become a corpse for quite some time.

The old man asked him after watching him for a long time.

“Can you find anything else in the body?” “Yes.” He said as he sat down and covered the shoulder of the dead wire man.

“Inspecting the wounds of a dead body is called inspection.

Here, the area from the shoulder to the elbow of the dead is embroidered.

The opponent's sword can be easily inferred by looking at the cut surface of this cut part.

As long as the corpse is not burned.” The wilderness paused for a moment at his extraordinary talk, and then opened his mouth.

“Hey, do you know what kind of weapon he used?” “Plum Blossom Swordsmanship.” “… … up!" The old man quickly covered his mouth.

Mugong representing the volcanic wave.

The person who performed the haengpae must have been a member of the famous Gudaemun faction.

“But I don’t know which one.” Unlike the startled wilderness, the upper ceiling calmly rises from the seat.

He turned his gaze to the side, looking at the broken window sill.

Looking at the place where it was all broken and torn, he was painting the battle situation in his head for a moment.

When he stood there and turned to the old man again, a very strong flesh he had never seen before was glistening.

“Where is Lee Gu-myeong now?” And his first words.

It was to find Koo Jong-myung's disciple, Lee Koo-myung, who was known as a business partner.

* * * next day.

Seolhui was sitting opposite Haomun Buntaju, a young man.

The place where the two are located is one of the shops that have closed down on the street.

In this place, where the children had a resting place enough to play and roll around, Seolhui sat on the broken floor and asked him.

“Isn’t it dangerous here?” “Don’t you know the saying that it is dark under the lamp? As a result of my stay, I find it difficult to find places this crowded with people.” 12 Bunta provinces distributed in the Sacheon region.

Among them, Yu Ok-ha (柔玉河), who was in charge of the Chengdu area, answered with a smile.

Even when asked who was one of the children playing around a while ago, he calmly replied with a single word, "a passerby." “In the future, the ceiling will be… … How do you think it will move?” “I will meet with Lee Gu-myeong soon.

All of his subordinates have died, and the plum blossom sword method was found in the carcass, so we have no choice but to find him.” “You can doubt this life.” “I will leave all possibilities open, but… … I wouldn't be so easily suspicious of someone with a long-term partnership.

Perhaps the arrow of doubt will be directed at Changryongmunju Baekyangcheon.” Seolhui thought it was fortunate.

The reason I was able to make such a plate is because I obtained the plum sword technique by killing Lee Gu-myeong in my previous life.

So, I was able to direct the anger of Sangcheonjang toward Changryongmunju Baekyangcheon.

“Then we will be able to get rid of the Changryongmunju without ever touching it.” “It won’t move that much.” “… … Won't the ceiling provoke?" “Changryongmunju will not go beyond that.

So we need a more certain way.” “It’s a sure way.

Well, this time it’s my turn to deceive Baekyangcheon.” "Hmm… … .” Seolhui pondered for a moment, then looked up.

Then, I asked Yoo Ok-ha, who was smiling brightly at the children playing.

“Well, I don’t know why.” “What do you mean?” “You should have figured out who I am by now.” “Isn’t that Eun Young-dan?” "therefore.

You know what it means to work with me like this.” “Well, it must be that you want to get involved in the politics of the magic religion.” “… … ?!” When Seol-hui looked at him with a bewildered face, the young man smiled broadly.

Perhaps because he was originally a thin man, he had a wonderful smile that warmed the eyes of a man.

“There’s a sense of that.

fight with demons.

Where there is hostility towards them.

It has to do with politics.” “But why? If you don't know the internal circumstances of the school, there's no need to go out, right?" “At that time, you were trying to kill me, so, of course, if you want to live, shouldn’t you cooperate? It's a bit disgusting to come and worry about me now." “… … .” Seolhui didn't answer.

That's right.

To ask him what he thinks is to ask a question that would be truly disgusting to the young man, now that he sees it.

So, when I closed my mouth for a while and watched the children playing in vain for a while.

Yoo Ok-ha asked.

“Do you know what the average age of Buntaju is in Haomun?” Seolhui thought about the question for a moment and answered.

“At least forty.” "nineteen." “… … What?" “Eighteen to nineteen to be exact.

Most of them die there.” “… … .” For a moment, Seolhui, who was speechless, looked at him.

Then, this time he turned his gaze elsewhere for a moment and then continued.

“The younger you are, the more experienced you are, the faster you die.

It doesn't matter how old or young you are.

Because there was a time when Hao Munju changed five times a year.” It didn't look like he was lying.

Also, it makes sense to some extent.

The happiest and most helpless bottom life.

No one really cared who died or who died from some kind of trick.

Haomun, where life is at the bottom, is where it is thrown away when it is not needed or used.

“So, don’t worry too much about what I said earlier.

I too will be killed sooner or later.

Whether it's on the road.

drink alcohol Either way.” Now, Yoo Ok-ha turned and looked at Seol-hui.

“So when it comes to bunta weeks, I usually decide in advance when and where I will die.

I just chose you as that opponent.” “… … ?” “If I had to say the reason, I would say it was somehow interesting.” With those words, Seolhui also faced him this time.

Suddenly, the young man had a serious expression on his face.

“Although I am a magician, I am learning the martial arts of volcanoes.

While learning magic, I wasn't engulfed in magic.

Since you came out of Magic, didn’t you invest your first strong-fighting in saving Haomen?” “… … .” Seolhui felt he wasn't joking.

It was because he was making a serious expression for the first time, who never stopped laughing.

“Then I will ask you this time.” Seolhui nodded at the young man's first question.

“How many years do you think I can live?” “… … .” “I was just curious.” Was it because he had a foreboding that life was going to unfold in the future? The young man smiled again as he asked the date of his death.

"Well… … .” "At least as long as I'm alive, I won't die because of my fault.

I will prevent everything in advance.” “… … How are you sure of that?” “I’m not sure, I’m stating the facts.” “… … ?” “I have a few more lives than others.” “… … .” momentary silence.

And the silence felt quite long than I expected.

I don't know if Buntaju Yuokha heard that seriously or not.

“Oh, that’s good.” It was taken quite positively.

in outward appearance.

“Then shall we start slowly?” Yoo Ok-ha gets up from her seat.

And Seol-hui's gaze moves after him.

Yuokha said with a chin.

“You see that over there?” At that moment, five or six men were walking.

A sword wrapped around the waist.

and a gray suit.

Seolhui recognized that outfit at once.

In fact, even if it wasn't a costume, the status window had already appeared in front of me.