The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 249

Bang!

The armrest of the iron chair was crushed by the violent blow.

Looking at Jeong Mok-rip, the head of the Metallurgical Dang, who can’t stand his anger and shudders, Grand Chancellor Yeo Hoi, who posted a report, shakes his head in a cold sweat.

“So what? All five workplaces in Gamcheon, a prefecture in Seomyeon, were destroyed?”

“yes.”

“Are all the children dead? Without missing a single one?”

“…yes. See that.”

Yeohoe looks at Jeong Mok-rip in a creeping voice.

“her!”

Jeong Mok-rip slumps down into a chair with a puzzled expression.

“What kind of bastard are you?”

“That’s…”

“Are you that damn guru again?”

“That’s…”

Yeo-hoe blurts out the answer at the words of Jeong Mok-rip, who breathes heavily.

“Such an asshole!”

At last, Mok-rip Jeong yelled at Yeohoe’s hesitant appearance.

“The scale of the damage is too great to be called the guru’s work…”

“So what?”

“yes?”

“So what? Are you such a crazy bastard? Is that shit? Aren’t you looking straight ahead?”

“In fact, there was no evidence to conclude that there was a pleural effusion from the bodies found at the three workplaces.”

“…”

“It’s different from the Malco guru who raided the slave market the other day. At the time, looking at the victims, there were clear traces of reluctance not to harm them, and no one died at the scene. But this time there are no survivors. The marks left on the body are different. It’s just that they’re all brutal.”

“Cruel?”

“yes. All of them had their throats pierced or their heads burst…”

“…”

“And they robbed money everywhere they went.”

“Even money?”

Jeong Mok-rip, who had a deep wrinkle between his brows at Yeo-hoe’s report, picked up a hair-cutting device lying on one side of the table.

There was a picture of a Taoist who looked to be in his mid-thirties, neatly wearing a southern flower gun.

A cruel swordsman sword.

I call it that because I don’t know the name. I couldn’t tell if it was a real guru or not.

It’s just that, according to the testimony of the survivors, he wears a masculine gun and values life for the subject of the attack.

A guy who has been touring the northern part of Shaanxi since a year ago, interfering with their business at every turn. In order to catch him, Mok-rip Jeong had made a defacement based on the testimonies of the injured.

However, it had already been two months since he disappeared, and the places he raided were mainly slave markets.

He always escaped, saving only those he held as slaves. No one was killed on the spot. However, some of the soldiers wounded by it died of tetanus.

To deliberately use a rusty sword to kill a cruel man slowly.

But at least he didn’t touch the money. But this time, don’t you say that you robbed the money?

“What the fuck is it? What kind of bastard are you if you’re not that damn guru? Are you talking about power?”

“No, I don’t think so. Jeong Mu-maeng’s movements are quiet, and Cheon Woong-bang, who rebelled against Sa Pae-cheon, is also… It seems difficult to ask for help from Sa Pae-cheon’s nature unless it is certain.”

“What the fuck!”

Wow.

Jeong Mok-rip crumpled his features and spat out swear words.

It’s annoying to install a rat bastard, but this time a killer bastard appears.

But Yeohoe is right.

The identity of the beast is also not certain, and it is impossible to ask for an unmanned unit to be sent to the main body of Sapaecheon.

“Haha how much damage?”

“That’s…”

As Yeo-hoe hesitated again, the annoyed Jeong Mok-rip’s temples had tendons.

“How much!”

“The damages amount to four caskets of gold.”

“Yes, your coffin! Huh, what a pair!”

Profanity erupts out of nowhere.

It seems that there was more money than expected in the gambling halls of Buhyeon and Gamcheon.

At least one coffin of money was blown away because the fee to give to the parish after taking off their share was 30%. In the midst of this, even those with the ability to collect four coffins of gold died.

“And…”

“…?”

Seeing Jeong Mok-rip’s feverish expression, Yeo-hoe cautiously spoke out.

“what?”

“Even if we count the slaves, we have not enough fifteen children to send to our hometown.”

“what?”

Jeong Mok-rip’s face is distorted with the most ferocious.

A child around the age of 10 whose nature began to demand it someday. This is the most important order among the orders given to the forces under Sapaecheon.

So, both bandits and brutes focused on kidnapping children rather than paying tolls these days.

Recently, I heard that people going uphill or using waterways did not bring their children, making it difficult to get supplies, and that they were severely reprimanded directly by the Lord of Heaven.

Fortunately, the Yageum Party was able to more easily supply the children by using gambling debts or loans, and with the addition of a huge bonus, it naturally took a higher position in Sapaecheon.

But what about fifteen?

The quota that the metallurgy party had to send to the main city this time was 30.

half is missing

“I will definitely catch what kind of bastard he is.”

Jeong Mok-rip inevitably grinded his teeth and twitched his cheeks.

“Let the kids loose and look around the coffin for something you won’t mind. Because we have to match the number of babies we send to our hometown.”

“All right.”

“And Woodam calls.”

“…Are you going to send a demon slaughter party?”

demon death. Unmanned squad catching demons.

As the most elite unmanned unit of the Metallurgy Party, their mission is to collect money.

You might think that such a grandiose name was given to a group that only played the lyre, but I don’t know that.

The subordinate forces of the Metallurgical Party operated businesses such as gambling houses, night markets, slave markets, and usury, and there were big players who concealed their identities in addition to ordinary grassroots.

Famous merchants and dignitaries The figures of the Moorim family who have built up their power.

The problem is that dealing with people of such high status sometimes takes money away.

It was impossible to do it carelessly because the scale of the opponent’s status or power was huge.

At that time, the ghost squad comes out. And they have never failed.

They were recruited one by one by Jeong Mok-rip, the head of the metallurgy, spending a large amount of money. Although it was just a rumor, it was said that the inaction of the Yagumdang demonsaldae was comparable to the poisonous blood of the Dangga, which was reputed to be poisonous.

“These are the guys who robbed our business. It can’t be just one guy. There must be at least fifty people.”

“….”

“The Fuhyeon side suffered five days ago, and the Gamcheon side suffered two days ago. Then, where would be next?”

“…Yeonan?”

“yes. Five days from Gamcheon to Yeonan. If our workplace on the coastal side gets hit, his path will be obvious. You are heading north.”

That’s right.

“The time is not right to go to the coast. Even if you give up on Yeonan, send the Demon Slayer to Jajang. Go and tell him to take off the skin of the bastard who stole my money and bring him back. The money is coming back.”

“…”

At Mok-rip Jeong’s words, Yeo-hoe shuddered as if she had a chill.

It is because it is obvious that bloody winds will blow if those cruel wild dogs that kill people at random are released in the northern part of the island.

* * *

Jiajiang County, a town at the northern end of Shaanxi.

This floor of the Jeongan guesthouse located in a back alley away from the main road.

In the room behind the open window, a person was sitting and engrossed in something.

He is grinding a stone to sharpen a dull blade.

swipe swipe.

The sharpening stone moves back and forth over the rust-reddened blade, still soaking up moisture.

“….”

A man wearing a men’s gun with a patchwork patched up here and there, whose shape is unclear, looks at the rusty blade with sharp eyes.

Chiying.

The blade of the sword trembled lightly like a new bride on the first night.

Swoop.

The man with a satisfied expression wiped the water from the blade with the hem of the applicator.

A blue light shone through the rusty blade, but only a small portion. In the first place, the rust was so bad that there was no jaw with a whetstone.

good.

The man who gently put his sword down on the floor slowly got up from his seat and approached the window.

Daeryongbang of the manor seen through the window.

He was a manor belonging to the Metallurgical Party located in Jajang-hyeon.

From the outside, it was just a manor like any other place, but as a result of looking at it for two days, people tied up in ropes were being dragged in at night.

The man’s wife… and even the children.

It was evident that they were to be imprisoned for a while before being handed over to the slave market.

“Like bad guys.”

The man’s brow furrowed slightly.

He was a warrior who had recently become quite famous in northern Shaanxi.

Although it was not specifically intended, the Sapa people feared him, calling him a rusty sword.

The Metallurgical Party’s workplace he was aiming for.

Buhyeon’s Hadobang.

He waited until it became quiet for a while due to the bounty issued by the Metallurgical Party, and then moved, but the player was taken away. Some guy attacked the Hadobang he was aiming for.

By the time he arrived, it was already a step too late. Officials were scattered all over the place to investigate the massacre, and in the garden, there were only corpses and the scent of blood flowing everywhere, as if they had been left there on purpose.

The swordsman’s eyes narrowed as he recalled the gruesome scene he had witnessed.

what kind of people are they? Looking at the cruel hands left on the corpse, it was thought that it was not a political faction at all.

It was said that there was a riot inside Sapaecheon, but did the rebels attack?

Maybe. Not only the Hadobang, but also the gambling hall was destroyed.

But that has nothing to do with it.

The problem is grassy. There was no grassroots left at the workplace of the Metallurgical Party that was attacked. It disappeared as if it had evaporated.

It must have been taken by the raiders. Probably will. For the Sapa people who buy and sell people like animals, slaves are no different from money.

The swordsman’s eyes changed sharply.

Realizing that the attacker’s route was heading north, he skipped the coast from Gamcheon and ran straight to Jajang.

When he predicted the skills and numbers of the guys who raided the Metallurgical Party’s workplace, he knew very well that he couldn’t deal with them alone.

Those detained along the coast could not be helped, but those held at the Jajang-hyeon business site must be rescued first. It’s my guys fighting each other or not.

After waiting for nightfall to save the common people, the swordsman changed into a jet-black military uniform.

* * *

Jinmu and Hwangsin are on their way to Jajanghyeon after leaving the coastal metallurgical party site to pieces.

Jinmu opened his mouth to Hwangshin, who was cleaning up after a simple meal with the beef jerky the old man had provided.

“The emperor.”

“…?”

“Let’s see your skills.”

“…”

“I don’t need to know exactly how much your ability is to go together from now on. If you lack the ability, teach me a little, so it’s comfortable for me too.”

Hwangshin felt a shudder at Jinmu’s outburst.

He was called the strongest in the history of Sapa and was the predecessor of the Four Emperors, Hyeokryeonmugang, who was praised as the best man in the world along with the Ma Gyoju, Bukri Docheon.

Hadn’t he already confirmed his inaction?

The teachings of such an absolute master were hard to meet again.

Hwangshin really did his best.

At first, I thought they would teach me how to increase my stealth ability to the extreme, or a martial art that could be used as a special move.

Hwangshin, filled with joy, attacked Jinmu with all his abilities.

jump!

“Keugh!”

Fast!

“Kek!”

beaten mercilessly.

“A tsk tsk hideaway.”

Jinmu clicked his tongue and shook his head at Hwangshin, who was scattered on the floor.

“What’s with that kind of stealth? escort? messenger? it’s funny Are you going to run errands properly?”

“…”

At Jinmu’s words, Hwangshin, whose snowballs were swollen black, stuck out his mouth about five feet.

No, it may not be at the martial arts level, but what does the messenger’s mission and escort have to do with stealth?

It’s like a god damn heaven. It must have been that he just wanted to beat it because he was bored.

It’s like a person who’s crazy about fucking beatings…