The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 44

Episode 44. Are you crazy?

Just as each person has his or her own characteristics, so does the degree of blackness.

However, I have not seen many black swords that kill their subordinates like this.

The fight, which started as a mess with the promise of only one person being spared, ended after Dokgo-saeng killed all of his subordinates. He looked back at me from the bow with a bloody face.

“I killed them all. “Will you save me as you promised?”

This guy didn’t trust me until the end. He might be the kind of guy who would weigh the situation and then jump into the river.

The mental world of a single student was also impressive to me.

“I will spare you.”

Only then did Dokgosaeng sit down on the deck and breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whoa.”

“How is the atmosphere of Heukseonbo these days?”

The high school student still responded in a sharp tone.

“What are you doing? It’s full of assholes. Can I run away now? Or do I have to keep looking after you?”

“I kept you alive to guide you, but where are you going?”

“I get it. “What about those sailors?”

Dokgo-saeng pointed at the trembling sailors with a bloody knife. The question was whether they would all be killed as well.

Of course I shook my head.

“Do not carelessly kill those who work.”

Dokgosaeng nodded, got up as if his rest was over, and threw his dead subordinates into the river.

A series of splashes were heard.

I had one question about the strange behavior of a single high school student.

“I heard there are six hundred people? “Did you expect me to survive even after going to Heukseonbo?”

The high school student responded by throwing the body into the river.

“How do I know that? As soon as I saw you, I knew you were crazy. I expected it to kill us all. “I don’t know what happens next.”

Indeed, it was the answer of a man who did not know what happened next.

After a while, the boat anchored near Heuksa Ancient Castle, and only Dok-go-saeng and I got off the boat and headed to Heukseonbo.

Heukseonbo’s main camp was located like a village inside the long walls built by ethnic minorities to fight against foreign powers.

It is said that the old sailors and fishermen here gathered in small groups on stormy days and spent their time gambling, but surprisingly, the Heukseonbo faction started from that small gambling table. At first, the first governor of Heukseonbo organized it to protect fishermen, and then actually focused on the gambling business.

The intention to protect fishermen is similar to the reason I created Haomun.

However, the business that started as a gambling establishment soon grew to the extent of taking over auctions, gambling, and some waterways to collect toll taxes. So, Heukseonbo is both a black sword and a numerical enemy at the same time.

If we go back to the beginning of the power that extorts the powerless, we come to the conclusion that they were originally powerless.

Dokgosaeng held out his sword to the subordinate guarding the ruined castle gate.

“The Boju has brought you the Lee Ja-ha you are looking for. “Open the door.”

The gatekeeper of the castle gate hurriedly opened the gate without saying a word. It looks like the independent student is just leaving Heukseonbo.

A single student who entered the grounds of Heukseonbo asked me.

“How long should I continue practicing? “I want to get out of bed early.”

“You will train until I leave Heukseonbo.”

The high school student with a deep frown answered.

“I get it.”

What was unique about the single student was that even though he was afraid of me, he never spoke respectfully to me and maintained the attitude that he would unconditionally protect what he said.

Several times, when someone spoke to me or asked about my identity, Dokgo-saeng first held out a bloody knife.

“I’m busy, so don’t hit me in the face. Get out of the way, out of the way, out of the way before I stab you in the face!”

Just as Guan Yu broke through the five senses, Dokgosaeng followed me and pierced the territory of Heukseonbo in a straight line.

There were definitely a lot of people inside Heukseonbo.

There were people who asked who he was, and there were also people who told him to stop, but Dokgo-saeng honestly held out his sword and spewed out curses, making the people retreat.

Although it is correct to say that there were six hundred people, it cannot be said that all of them were strong men. If all six hundred people were strong men, Heukseonbo would have become one of the most powerful forces in the central plains. However, the six hundred people mentioned by the dead man included all those who made a living in the area.

The high school student finally spoke to me while pointing to the building ahead.

“I’ll go first and tell you, so come slowly. There is no way I can run away. As I promised, if you survive and escape Heukseonbo, I must spare your life.”

Should I say it has terrible survival skills? Or should I say it was the eccentricity of a crazy person?

The high school student’s steps became faster. He must have announced my arrival in advance and was thinking of staying nearby.

The person guarding the entrance to the main camp spoke to Dokgosaeng.

“Chief Dokgo, what’s going on?”

“I brought Lee Jaha. “Tell it to the Lord.”

“Who is Izaha?”

“The guy who killed the commander above.”

“ah!”

I looked around and entered the largest building in the grounds. Perhaps because they make money through gambling, the atmosphere of the building within the shabby castle walls was more dazzling than expected.

It seems like the atmosphere was created excessively to save Boju’s face.

However, the main hall of the main camp was empty, as if looking inside a barracks prepared on a battlefield. There was a table set up for the commander-in-chief, with chairs lined up on the left and right, and all kinds of weapons were displayed on the left wall.

The meeting had just ended, and the executives of Heukseonbo were chatting loudly. I looked around the inside and said,

“There are a lot of old guys.”

It is an atmosphere where elders gather rather than the usual executives. An executive who received the report spoke to his subordinate.

“Tell the Lord that he needs to come out again.”

“yes.”

The momentarily noisy atmosphere quickly cleared up, and everyone sat on chairs with their mouths shut or moved to the wall to wait like guards.

I looked for a chair and spoke to the executive sitting in the last seat.

“Give me a chair.”

I slapped the guy who looked up in silence and sent him flying out of the chair. With a crunching sound, the man rolled on the floor and jumped up. While I was moving the chair to the center, the man near the head of the table opened his mouth.

“Wait behind.”

The guy who lost the chair obediently moved to the wall and glared at me without saying a word.

When I sat down on the chair and looked around, I saw that the high school student was also standing crookedly, leaning against the wall.

Not long after, the Black Line Orb walked out.

He looked to be over sixty years old, but he had dark skin and white eyebrows.

The executives all looked at me, and the Black Line Orb also watched me while sitting at the head of the table.

“Isaha, you had a hard time coming.”

I responded by nodding my head.

“I said I would come next time, but my subordinates insisted on bringing me.”

“Who brought you?”

The high school student leaning against the wall answered.

“That’s me. “Bosju.”

Heukseon Orb said while looking at Dokgosaeng.

“You must have had a hard time as a single student. Good work.”

Surprisingly, the single high school student responded like this.

“Why are you telling such an unbecoming joke?”

When the high school student spoke harshly, the other executives cursed at the same time.

“That cheap bastard will have to tear his mouth to finally come to his senses.”

Black Line Orb raised his hand and silenced the commotion.

“Lee Ja-ha from Ilyang County is here. Please give your opinion on what to do.”

Everyone suddenly fell silent at the question of the Black Sun Orb.

“If you don’t have an opinion, I will do it myself.”

“That’s right.”

“Isaha, you killed three Heukseonbo men. “I heard it was because the house was burned down. Is that correct?”

“It’s probably right.”

I also had a vague memory.

It wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t think about it.

The Black Line Orb said.

“Our people provided the cause first, so just cut off three fingers and leave.”

What kind of strange ruling is this?

I responded by extending three fingers.

“You can’t carelessly cut off the body that was passed down to you by your parents. refuse.”

Black Line Orb nodded.

“In that case, replace each finger with a hundred golden characters. Lee Ja-ha will be asked to repay the amount of damage while being monitored by Heuk Seon-bo from now on. more.”

Heukseonboju seems to have lived like a king.

He waved his hand a few times as if to tell them to go away now that the verdict was over.

I couldn’t help but sigh.

Kangho-dong friends, there are so many crazy people in the world.

Other executives also accepted Heukseonboju’s ruling as if the small trial had ended without any problems.

“Thank you for your effort.”

I sighed and then said.

“I don’t have that kind of money. “Even if I do, I won’t repay you.”

The executives who had been lifting their butts off their chairs sat back down and glared at me.

This time, the Black Line Orb also glared at me with an unpleasant expression.

“Isaha, did you come here without knowing what kind of place it was?”

“I didn’t know, so I came in by boat.”

“Heukseonbo is a place where you can get money somehow. “Your family will have to cover the repayment, is that okay?”

“I have no family. I miss you today too. “I miss the taste of noodles.”

“If there is no family, those in Ilyang County will be forced to repay. “Is that okay?”

“Tsk.”

I called out to the high school student who was leaning against the wall.

“독고생, 이 개새끼야 이리와.”

The high school student frowned and responded.

“Why are you f*cking with me?”

I said as I reached out my hand for the sword of a single student.

“Give it to me.”

The high school student walked up to me with long strides, handed me a knife, and then returned to the wall, grumbling.

I spoke to the Black Sun Orb while holding Dokgosaeng’s sword.

“Younggamtaengi, are you crazy?”

“… … .”

These guys were so crazy that I, who was a madman in my previous life, was a little embarrassed. I looked around at the executives and said,

“This is a group of crazy people.”

In the meantime, the Black Sun Orb spoke calmly.

“It has been more than ten years since the executives and I have seen blood in person.”

An executive intervened.

“Not me.”

“Shut up. But I have never once avoided a fight like this. Without suggesting any other solution. “Are you saying we’re going to end it like this?”

Now that I think about it, the people sitting on the executive chairs all looked to be well over 40. Most of the guys waiting near the wall were young.

Is this a black path that thoroughly respects the elderly? It seems that they have completely blocked out the outside world and have made many laws that we must follow among ourselves.

I asked.

“How many executives are there in total?”

The high school student answered right away.

“Twenty-one people, including Lord Boju.”

I stood up holding my sword and spoke to the Black Sun Orb.

“Younggamtaeng, you should come up here on your knees and lick my feet. Or all twenty-one people will die. “Choose.”

I suddenly felt frustrated because the events of my past life were unclear. When I was learning martial arts, there was news that Heuk Seon-bo was killed by a certain expert, but I couldn’t remember who it was.

Not me anyway. At that time, I was being dragged around by a problematic person to learn martial arts.

These guys were a force that deserved to be annihilated.

This is so unique that their ancestors probably also built a wall near the river to prevent invasion by foreign powers.

The attitude of these people, who very naturally passed judgment and punishment on outsiders, made it safe to say that they were not a black power, but a small dictatorship.

It feels like I’m on a cruise to a kingdom full of crazy people.

As the Black Line Orb stood up, two waiting subordinates approached and each held out a bag of gourds.

Heukseonboju held the bakdo in both hands and clicked his tongue.

“Young man, do you really need to see blood like that?”

The remaining elders also got up from their chairs and went to the place where the weapons were displayed, each grabbing one of them. I looked at the weapons held by the elders in fascination.

Samcheomdo, Hwando, Jikdo, long sword, Pangwanpil, Cheolgon, Nangabong, Gugyeomchang… … .

And most of them turned around, holding on to iron skewers one by one whose names they did not know. That thing probably looked like a harpoon.

The high school student said.

“No, it’s narrow, so why are you fighting here?”

At this time, an elder holding an iron skewer suddenly threw the skewer at Dokgo-saeng’s forehead. As the student dodged by nodding his head, the skewer hit the wall with a loud sound.

The high school student opened his eyes and said.

“You damn old man.”

The elder who threw the skewer responded with a calm expression.

“Just shut up. “Before I kill you first.”

At this time, the high school student said something that caught my ear.

“Either try killing him. “She must have only seven fingers left.”

It seems that if you kill Heukseonbokkiri, they cut off one of your fingers. I couldn’t tell right away whether this was the right decision or not.

Anyway, I was greatly impressed by all of Heukseonbo’s actions.

“Wow, these guys are really crazy.”

While the Black Line Orb was standing still like a commander, as many as twenty old strongmen rushed towards me.

The weapons that come flooding in at the same time are Samcheomdo, Hwando, Skewers, and Jikdo… … .

Oh, I don’t know.

I also swung my sword.

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