The Return Of The Crazy Demon sky MTL - chapter 43
Ch 43
When bad thoughts and soybeans meet
Cha Seong-tae, who had lost ten times to Sama, did not bother to nagging. It was a natural result because he was a man with stronger samabidi.
Accept defeat as a disgrace and awaken. Or accept it with an attitude that you can’t help it and settle for it.
It’s Cha Seong-tae’s choice.
If Cha Seong-tae accepted it as a disgrace and woke up, I was thinking of helping him.
Until then, I’m not going to care.
Because in order for people to change, they have to take the first step on their own.
On my way back, I looked back at Maehwaru from a little distance, and after a while passed quietly near Yongducheolbang. While the people of my hometown were doing their own thing, I turned to the Black Myobang.
What Munju Ha had to do right now was on the Black Island.
Gradually crushing and arranging the forces of the Black Islands that are widely besieging Ilyanghyeon.
Because of Hong-shin’s sister-in-law, he worked too hard, so when he returned, he walked slowly. As we entered the quiet trail, dozens of powerful men were approaching silently from the front.
Everyone seemed to be moving towards the direction I had been walking, that is, Ilyanghyun with their mouths closed.
I looked at the group of strong men, and while the group of strong men passed by, they all looked at me at once.
When about a dozen men crossed me as if changing seats, and then walked three or four more steps… … .
Kang Ho-in’s group stopped walking first.
I turned around too.
When I looked around, all of them were dark-skinned people.
While I was staring at the group of strong men, a man pulled something out of his arms and checked it.
I thought that what he was looking at was a look-ahead. Unsurprisingly, the guy who had checked the facial features lifted his head and checked my face again.
“”Looks like Izaha.””
Three or four people gathered together to the man with the scalloped rag and checked it together. The head of the group, whose complexion was exceptionally dark, said to the subordinates.
“”right?””
“”Yes.””
“”I couldn’t see you in Ilyanghyun, so why are you there?”
“”I do not know.””
What kind of conversation is this?
The people looking for me were on their way to Ilyang-hyeon, where I wasn’t there.
I asked the group leader.
“Are you the bastards from the Black Seonbo?””
The manager answered my question with a question.
“”You’re Izaha, aren’t you?”
Questions and questions collided, but there was no answer.
Apparently, the atmosphere was different from the subordinates of the twelve kidneys. Black Seonbo has a unique atmosphere. People who have been rotting for about a dozen days in a gambling hall and then come out with a knife while holding a knife are generally better than Black Ships.
A man asked the chief.
“”What should I do? I didn’t know Izaha would be here.”
Without realizing it, the wind blew out of my nose.
Thinking about the meaning of the words, I thought that I was on the move to conduct a ceremony in Ilyang-hyeon.
I felt weird.
It feels like it’s going downhill.
In fact, after returning, it felt as if the madness of the previous life did not exist.
This is because the fact of returning to the past itself felt like a rather enjoyable game.
The leader of the group, who was observing my expression, stepped forward.
“”I am the only high school student of Heukseonbo. Did you kill Neung Ji-seok, Wi Seon-woo, and Gu Yang-soo? The owner of the Black Seonbo bets thirty gold coins as a bounty. The places he commissioned were Hosobang (虎嘯幇) and the Three Swordsman (賣劍三子). I was on my way to post a wanted visit to Ilyang-hyeon, so let’s read it for yourself.”
The lonely high school student nodded to the subordinate, and a man came to me and held out a door with the contents written on it.
What the black sword gives, it is the right thing not to receive.
When I did not receive a visit, the words of a lonely student continued.
“”There was a rumor that he disappeared from Ilyang-hyeon, so I was looking for it. If you come to Black Seonbo and face him face to face, the orb will pay an appropriate remuneration to the appeal room and the three swordsmen and withdraw the order. What are you going to do?””
Originally, the method often used by black swords is to harass the people around them and prevent them from escaping.
These guys probably went to Ilyang-hyeon, performed a haengpae, and then put a door on it. Heukdo suggests a way for the parties to solve the problem face-to-face as they become more confident, and the case of Geumbong-gakju calling me and dying is a similar case.
After I counted them, I responded.
“”All eleven. It’s just too much for a wanted visit.”
The solitary student responded.
“”There were rumors that he was good at it, so he was just running around.”
“”It’s a good excuse. It’s annoying to go see your orb right now. I won’t come back soon.””
A solitary high school student stared at me.
“”If we don’t go, we will go to Ilyanghyun.””
I scratched my chin with a grim expression.
“”Because I’ll go later.””
“”You’d better go together now.””
I retorted as I dug my nose with my little finger.
“”Lonely student, why do you want to die right now with ten subordinates? Ask me why.””
“How should we accept the attitude of killing Neung Ji-seok, Wi Seon-woo, and Gu Yang-soo at will and then come back later to explain it?”
“”That’s not the point of the conversation right now.””
There are days when I feel strange.
There are days when I am not impressed by being beaten to death at random, and there are days when I want to avoid killing without much thought, and this is the case today.
I don’t know why.
If my actions had been consistent, I wouldn’t have been called a madman.
I am the person who became a madman after living as he felt day by day.
Maybe it was because I often imagined that I would lead the Black Myobang and collide with the Black Seonbo.
But things don’t go the way you originally planned.
The loner was not afraid of death.
“”It’s the same whether you kill us all and go to Heukseonbo later, or go to Heukseonbo with us now. Anyway, the later it gets, the more you will have to deal with the appeal room and the three swordsmen. It’s like being tired all the time. Izaha.””
Here I decided.
“”Let’s go to the Heukseonbo.””
A headwind blew in my heart.
It’s like the feeling that I originally didn’t want to kill is being suppressed by something and being heated by fire.
It is also me who does this and that and that.
A black cat ark that increases the power of the black sword when wearing a mask.
If I take off the mask, I think it will be a life that will become a madman again.
In Ilyang County, he is Hao Moon-ju, but the further away from Ilyang County with the group of Black Seonbo, the more he stopped thinking normally.
When bad thoughts and Jeomsoi Izaha combine, it becomes a madman.
It’s sad.
The evil deeds of the previous life were considerable, but I do not know how to deal with the evil deeds of this life.
I suddenly remembered an unidentified man who was presumed to be imprisoned in a heavenly prison. As expected, I thought that the room next to the man’s prison would probably be occupied by me.
I am such a sinful human being.
Most of the actions they take to protect the weak are killing people.
I understand that the Moorimmaeng hated me so much in my previous life.
I arrived at the lower reaches of the Yilong River with a group of black sailors and boarded a boat. I looked at the waves of the rippling Lee Ryong River for a long time and waved to Ilyang-hyeon, which was getting smaller in the distance.
“”Goodbye. My hometown, I go to make money. I will come back with success. Please welcome me back when I succeed. So, Jeomsoi left by boat.””
As I continued waving my hand toward my hometown and voicing bullshit, a group of black-haired men looked at me with a raised expression. Their thoughts sounded like hallucinations.
‘Are you crazy?’
I looked at the heukseonbo’s minions one by one with a dazed expression and said.
“”Everyone looks really ugly. I don’t know if it’s because I’m ugly and I’m living with ugly things.”
No one answered my words, but I continued what I wanted to say.
“But when I see any handsome guy I know doing ugly perverts, the face doesn’t seem to have much to do with being ugly. Even with that in mind, it’s amazing why you all look so unlucky. Is it because it rots in a gambling room? Come to think of it, you guys probably wouldn’t have looked like this since you were young. It’s probably the fucking thing you see around you every day, so that’s how it affected your face. Slave auctions, stuff like that.”
One guy who was listening while holding back his temper said to me.
“Can’t you keep your mouth shut?”
I replied while observing his contemplation.
“”Why don’t you have eyebrows like that? It’s a rat’s eye view. eyes are dull Your skin is like a battlefield. When I open my mouth, the rotten me comes here. Why are you attached to the black line? Work to live and eat. this bastard What do you think of the slave auction?”
The guy responded to my words.
“I was thinking that I should earn money and buy a slave.”
The men of Black Seonbo burst into laughter at the same time.
“”Ha ha ha ha ha.””
I suddenly looked at the lonely high school student’s expression. The high school student didn’t laugh all the time.
“”Lonely high school student, why aren’t you smiling?”
At my question, a lonely student poured out swear words to the subordinates.
“”shut up. Before I kill you, you crazy bastards. Orb is a man to deal with, but you assholes make fun of customers? I’ll cut off anyone who opens their snout until they arrive.””
All the minions shut their mouths at the threat of the lonely high school student.
The high school student said to me.
“”Keep talking. It’s a nice voice to hear.”
I nodded and then asked the lonely high school student.
“”How old are you.””
“”It’s twenty-five.””
“”Marriage?””
The solitary student sighed.
“”What kind of marriage? I live on the Black Island.””
It was a life that I never knew when I would fall behind, and it was the answer to why I asked about marriage.
This guy wasn’t normal either.
Unsurprisingly, the solitary high school student poured out cursing at me to see if his temper had suddenly stretched out.
“”How old are you. What kind of marriage are you asking? crazy bastard Why did you kill those three? Why do you make people so tired by killing them? Are you that good at fighting? are you crazy Do you have enough skills to kill all the assholes here and even me? I understand. But how did you kill people without covering fire to deal with the whole Black Seonbo alone? this crazy bastard Do you know how many Grand Masters the Black Seonbo is?””
I replied briefly.
“”How many?””
“”I don’t know, you little bastard. Over five hundred.””
The guy next to the lonely high school student suddenly intervened.
“”More than six hundred.””
Then, without saying a word, the lonely high school student continued to slap the back of the man’s head. He said after punching the man’s face until his face was covered in blood.
“”If you say something, understand it. A little. I said shut up, I didn’t.”
In an instant, a lonely high school student grabbed the man’s neck, which had suddenly become covered in blood, and threw it into the Lee Ryong River. The puddle—he shouted as he heard a sound.
“”Captain! Help me. swim well… … .””
The solitary high school student squealed.
“”If you don’t hit, you die. This bastard.””
I watched the man struggling in the river together with the group of black sailors.
The river looked deep.
I looked sadly at the drowning man.
“”The fish have to eat too. pay off No matter what the ruthless black sword bastards.””
It bothered me to save him.
A lonely student asked his subordinates.
“”Do you have any other bastards?”
I responded to the lonely student’s words instead.
“”Is there?””
I took a deep breath as I looked at the rippling Lee Ryong River.
“”Oh, I should’ve had a nice break in with the Black Myobang and finish it off. Or, it would have been nice to try to create a yangpae concept by tying it with the great nak-chal. In the end, this is how things work. Human work is unpredictable.”
At this time, the lonely high school student took out a small tool that he did not know whether it was a mangwoocho (忘憂草) or a hallucinogen (幻覺草), skillfully lit it, and took a sip.
The white smoke from the lonely student’s mouth scattered vainly over the waves of the Lee Ryong River. A single high school student who was exhaling smoke while taking a few sips deep asked me.
“”So, Izaha, are you going to save us?”
The solitary student took another deep breath of smoke, waiting for my answer. A lonely high school student who asked a question that had nothing to do with his tone or behavior was waiting for my answer.
It was as if I had expected it from the first time we met.
The high school student said again.
“” you ask. Will you spare me?”
I shook my head and looked at the rushing river. I tried to erase my bad thoughts to quell my madness.
In order for people to change, they have to take the first step on their own. Thinking not to live like the madman in my previous life, I replied this way.
“”I will spare the one who survived. don’t promise You decide for yourself.””
It means to kill each other.
Does this work?
As soon as I finished speaking, everyone, including the lonely student, grabbed their swords to kill each other.
Black people are like this.