The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 197

Episode 197 There are wicked people next to me

There are many reasons why I suspect the white-robed scholar to be a demonic gentleman from the Kuetang.

The first is because he gave me Wolyeong Mujeonggong as a gift. What was the intention behind giving me an ice ball as a gift because we only met once?

In fact, the intention is unclear.

Perhaps Gentleman Ma would have investigated me as well before bringing Wolyeong Mujeonggong to Mo Yongbaek.

What do you find when you investigate?

Information would have been gathered that most of the leaders of the Black Island were mercilessly beaten to death. Heukseon Orb, Daenachal, Teacher Su, Lee Ryongnogun, part of the Twelve Gods, Paegumhoeju, etc. In particular, men who were leaders were usually brutally beaten to death.

So, I’m on his list of interests.

Like a butcher or a woodcutter.

Second, was Wolyeong Martial Arts a normal martial art?

no.

In Wolyeong Mujeonggong’s book, the Chaeum (採陰) method is described as a methodology for obtaining the true energy of extreme yin. In other words, he is a magic and ice craft that kills people to obtain the true energy of extreme yin. Our teacher, Moyong, who had read this methodology several times, was so hurt that I could see him becoming haggard.

Just looking at it, it looked like it was on the verge of being minted. I still remember what Mo Yongbaek said to me at that time.

‘If the person who created this martial art is still alive somewhere, I want to find him and kill him.’

This is because it described a martial arts training method that did not show the slightest sense of mercy. So, this demon gentleman turned Mo Yongbaek’s heart black with just one book, and then passed it on to me as well.

However, there is one fact that Prince Ma can never know about me.

First of all, I own Heavenly Jade.

In other words, there is no need to build up the true energy of the extreme notes by filling the notes.

I think the reason why Prince Ma passed on Wolyeong Martial Art to me was because he hoped for ‘the birth of another martial artist,’ just as I had been working while brutally killing Heukdo.

Just like the butcher did.

Actually, there is no heaven or hell for me.

If I were someone who was completely crazy about slaughter, revenge, or martial arts, I would have continued to commit even more brutal slaughter than now in order to train in ice martial arts after obtaining Wolyeong martial arts.

Of course, due to my inclination, the blade would have been pointed towards the black sword… … .

If I had killed people every other day and extracted their energy and used it as the basis for Wolyeong Martial Arts, I would have become a Gwangma even faster than in my previous life.

It could be said that the gentleman’s hidden intention was correct.

So, all of this reasoning starts from the fact that the reason why Majonja Ma handed me the Wolyeongmujeonggong in the first place was very unclear.

‘Simply to compete with yourself in light and air?’

He’s not that simple.

As I became convinced that the white-robed scholar was a demonic gentleman, several questions came to mind.

How on earth did he move from the dark path to the white path in his past life?

And how did his identity as the evil emperor that the Murim League was looking for go undiscovered?

Also, with what intention did you enter Baekdo?

I’m so curious that I’m going crazy.

At this time, the Three Princes’ guards were the first to appear at the entrance, buying drinks and snacks. I was lost in thought without even properly wiping the blood from my body, and then I glared at the escort.

“… … “Are you here?”

“Yes, Master Moon. “I will place drinks and snacks over here.”

“okay.”

Lost in thought, I continued to glare at the Three Princes’ guards.

‘How to move from Mado to Baekdo?’

At that moment, I felt like I had goosebumps all over my body and a low laugh naturally came out.

As I laughed to myself, the three guards looked at me in surprise.

“Why are you smiling all of a sudden?”

“Suddenly, I laugh because life is so funny.”

“yes.”

“how about you.”

“I don’t know because I don’t have much to laugh about.”

“check.”

Because I know what happened in my past life, I know that Butcher will become a martial arts hero in the future.

But I didn’t know that the butcher had such a death penalty. Assuming they were all alive, it would not have been easy to catch them even if the Murim Alliance came forward.

If a butcher, a woodcutter, and a fisherman joined forces, shouldn’t someone who was at least one of the top ten masters of the Murim League personally lead the men?

But what would happen if a white-robed student personally brought the heads of these martial artists and went to see them to commit suicide to the martial arts alliance?

So what I mean is… … .

It is said that a person’s merit in killing several martial artists is enough to join the alliance.

The people of the world will see it as the emergence of a hero who beat the martial arts hero to death. The very few who know the circumstances will think of him as a rare villain who cut off his disciple’s head and joined the Murim Alliance.

Of course, when it gets to that point, the very few who know about it will all be dead to the white-robed student.

Anyway, right now, I only suspect that the white-robed student is Demon Lord. Therefore, it is not possible to reveal that the white-robed scholar later becomes an evil emperor.

I feel like I have witnessed a different form of great evil than the Demon Cultist. Strangely enough, if my prediction is correct, the white-clothed student will later become a man who is not lacking in his nickname.

That is an evil emperor.

My mind and thoughts were truly complicated, but fortunately, there was alcohol in front of me.

The escort who had beautifully laid out drinks and snacks spoke to me.

“Lord Moon, please eat.”

I asked Howie in a casual tone.

“What about poison?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not that brave and reckless.”

I nodded and then spoke to Howie.

“Check it with your mouth.”

“All right.”

Howie took out the chopsticks and started examining the drinks and food.

Suddenly this thought occurred to me.

If there are too many evil people around you, you will start to suspect that everyone around you is also evil.

That’s me now.

It is not easy to maintain a middle path between suspicion and a cool attitude. In a way, the reason I had this feeling may be because of the influence of the White Clothed Scholar.

‘This kid makes life in the powerhouse fun.’

I giggled to myself and got up to take a shower. I could tolerate the smell of blood to some extent now, but I couldn’t bear the sticky feeling in every corner of my body.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“yes.”

* * *

I washed the blood with reverence in the well behind the guesthouse. You have to wash the blood before you can wash your body. Only by washing your body can you remove dirt. There are many traces of blood in my body and mind.

When killing an enemy, it’s Asurabalta, and when washing away blood like now, it’s peace like a river. I washed every inch of my body clean, praying that I would not go crazy even if I was chased by a demonic cult or caught and tortured by a white-robed student.

Rather than being a prisoner of a stinking smell.

Imagine being a clean, clear, confident prisoner.

I washed it thoroughly.

Suddenly this thought occurred to me.

When things get out of control.

If a man called Gwangma visits the Murim Alliance and reveals that the identity of the white-robed scholar is actually the evil emperor, who will believe him?

No one will believe it.

However, if a man called a thief goes to the Murim Alliance and says the same thing, the weight of the words will be different.

Then, the reason why those called charlatans are strong.

Isn’t this because the words they say contain truth?

If the truth of a charlatan is stronger than the martial arts skills of a man like Gwangma.

It means that truth is stronger than martial arts.

When I came to the conclusion that I had to live honestly in order to clearly reveal the truth that people in the world did not want to believe, I got goosebumps even while I was washing away the blood.

In my past life, I was just crazy.

This time, I think he may be going crazy trying to be a charlatan. I told myself not to do that and washed away the blood while being cautious.

I am not a charlatan.

If you think about it, charlatans are people who have accomplished tasks that most people in the world find difficult, sometimes annoying, and turn a blind eye to. Those are things you do for others, not for yourself.

If you think about it, there are no people as crazy as these people.

For the first time in my life, I have come to respect those who were called charlatans in the past. I don’t respect them because they are strong, I respect them for the fact that they were just charlatans.

* * *

I changed into the clothes the slut brought and then joined the drinking party. For a moment, Teacher Yukhap took out a silver needle and checked whether the food and drink were poisonous.

As such, the three of us do not trust the Three Dukes’ protection at all.

Not killing right away and remaining on guard are completely different things. People can only be believed if they take time to observe.

Anyway, we each drank and ate snacks in silence while reminiscing about the fight. The reason the Dark Demon and the Demon Demon took their luggage and joined Cheonri Gaekjan was because they expected that the master of those who died here was someone I couldn’t deal with alone.

This can be seen just by looking at the butcher and the woodcutter.

So, in any case, the color demon and the demon demon don’t want me to die from being attacked by someone.

Because I knew how both of them felt, I had nothing to say. After a while, I spoke to the cleaning escort who came back after removing the woodcutter’s body.

“You too, stop cleaning up and come here and eat.”

“All right. “I’ll take a shower first.”

After a while, we sat around a table and drank in silence. The silence continued for a while, and then he asked as if he was curious about the color horse.

“If I had chased after that fisherman earlier, I would have been able to catch him.”

Teacher Yukhap tilted his head.

“I think it must have been difficult. He would have been able to catch up with Munju’s light attack skills, but it would have been difficult to win in a short period of time. It was the woodcutter’s death sentence. “What do you think?”

I nodded and agreed.

“that’s right. Even though our light attack skills were similar, we started first… … .”

“It seems like you have a master. What do you think about that?”

I only gave appropriate information.

“The butcher confessed that he was tortured by his master before he died. “If the disciples are that crazy, the master must be out of his mind.”

In fact, the white-clothed student is not the type of person who will rush here and seek revenge just because a few of his students have died. My guess is that he could be busy reading a book, or he could be in seclusion, absorbed in the tea ceremony, or he could be wandering around looking for other disciples. Or, just like I knew in my past life, I’m crowding around with the Kwae Party’s masters and engaging in light and air competition… … .

So, I’m the type of person who completely loses interest if it deviates from my own interests.

Rather, I was curious about the situation of the Demonic Cult, so I asked Howie.

“you.”

“yes.”

“What is your name?”

At my question, the color demon and demon demon also glared at the escort. Does Howie know that his life could be killed not by me but by these two evil men?

He introduced himself in a polite tone.

“I don’t have a last name, and I am Sambok because I added the character ‘bok’ to ‘seoksam’ (三). “It means the third henchman.”

“Why is the third henchman here instead of accompanying the Three Confucius?”

“I said something to the butcher, but didn’t I get hit by the Three Princes and faint?”

“however.”

“I thought he was dead. “When I woke up, I was just shocked.”

When I nodded, the demon said sarcastically.

“What a great henchman.”

The demon also nodded.

“He was a henchman you shouldn’t have hit.”

I poured Sambok a drink and asked him to tell the story of Demonicism.

“So, let’s hear Sambok’s opinion and have a drink to see who will be the auxiliary leader.”

Sambok answered while taking the drink.

“yes. First of all, it is known that the leader has three sons in total.”

“however.”

“I don’t know how many. Because it is the religious leader’s private life. I heard there are more, but three people are mentioned in the succession plan. “The archduke and this prince’s family are fighting over not only the position of vice-priest, but also the vacant post of governor.”

“Three Confucius.”

Sambok said with a smile.

“I was going to capture the Archduke and this Prince and kill him.”

“how.”

Sambok said in a calm tone.

“I haven’t heard that much.”

“Why are you so upset that your brothers can’t eat each other?”

Sambok answered with a surprised expression.

“… … Wouldn’t it be natural? Several of his half-brothers had already died at the hands of the Archduke. It is not a battle for succession, but also a battle of revenge between brothers. Of course, there is no evidence that the Archduke himself killed him. But everyone believes that. Since the leader does not interfere in any way, it will continue until there is only one person left.”

I sighed briefly, then picked up the bottle and poured drinks for the Saekma, the Demon Demon, and Sambok.

Rumbling – While the sound was peaceful, I was feeling very drunk.

“Take it. Drink. “Let’s get drunk.”

I poured these guys and the alcohol down my throat and then wiped my mouth.

Once again, I felt fortunate to have evil people like lust and demons on my side.

That’s because this is a story that would not be able to survive except for evil people.

At this time, a screeching sound was heard, and a man with a sealed drink at his side appeared from the entrance of Cheonri Guest Cup and looked around at us.

Fortunately, it was a sword horse that made me feel like a thousand horses. It seems that the demon came because he reported to the master what happened here.

I looked at the Sword Demon with a surprised expression.

“Senior, you are here.”

“Master, are you here?”

The Sword Demon approached me with a calm expression and said this to me.

“Moonju, I heard you opened a new guest house so I came to visit.”

I had no choice but to get up and greet this guest.

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