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Taejonbirok Volume 15 Episode 15
Chapter 85: Lazy, embarrassed (5)
Wi Jeong-han looked at the rain falling quietly.
At one time, he also liked rain. But now, Wi Jeong-han doesn't like rain that much.
Because it comes to mind.
He.
And that day.
For him, rain was now nothing more than a medium that reminded him of a past he didn't want to think about. From the moment he realized that there were things that rain couldn't wash away, rain became something he couldn't enjoy anymore.
“……Red Eyes.”
Wi Jeong-han quietly muttered the name.
He still didn't fully understand Red Eye. He couldn't understand why he had said such things and asked such a favor of him.
However, at that time, I couldn't help but say yes.
He felt it too.
That day was the last time he would see Red-eyed Wu. That his close friend had already prepared himself for death.
and…….
Soon after, the news of the Great Demon Emperor's death reverberated throughout the world.
With his death, the Demonic Cult withdrew from the martial arts world like an ebb tide, as if all its wild momentum had been a lie.
I don't know where this rumor came from, but it spread that after a duel between Kwon-geuk and the Great Demon Emperor, Kwon-geuk defeated the Great Demon Emperor. Kwon-geuk neither denied nor confirmed the fact. There was no need to push the Great Demon Emperor's death into a mystery by saying that it was not true.
People thought that the death of the Great Master of the Great Cannabis was the signal for the end of this chaotic era, and they wanted to confirm its end more clearly. The Shinki Investigation Team knew this fact, so they stopped Kwon Geuk from denying it.
and…….
Wi Jeong-han, who knew the truth that was not revealed to the world, also kept his mouth shut. Sometimes, there are truths that are better left undisclosed.
“Guys…….”
Wi Jeong-han thought about his two sons who were already far apart. He was worried that the rain would make the trip difficult.
In particular, Coral hated rainy days because he had lost his younger brother on a rainy day.
Wi Jeong-han hoped that these clouds would not head towards where those guys were.
dripping.
Wi Jeong-han turned his head at the sound of a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened with a creaking sound and a man came inside.
“What's going on?”
Gong Mu-jin held out what he was holding in his hand with a stern face.
The moment he saw the red note in Gongmujin's hand, Wi Jeonghan let out a sigh without realizing it.
“I don’t think that happens that often.”
“……That’s what I mean.”
If someone as skilled as a detective were to abuse the secrets, it was obvious that those receiving them would become insensitive. If that was the case, then this secret also contained an extremely urgent matter.
“I guess I should catch a rabbit for Jeok-cheol. He really came here bravely.”
Wi Jeong-han accepted the letter while grumbling.
I didn't want to let the officials know that I was feeling depressed right now. Wi Jeong-han opened the envelope with a slightly hardened expression and when he saw the words written inside, his face hardened.
The writing in the red ink was very simple.
The bishop of the Demonic Cult has been discovered nearby. He is moving north toward Beijing, so get away from there immediately.
Wi Jeong-han's hand holding the letter trembled.
Just by looking at the handwriting, I could understand how urgent it was. That meant that the bishop of the Demonic Cult was nearby.
"senior?"
Gong Mu-jin looked puzzled at Wi Jeong-han's unusual reaction. When Wi Jeong-han silently handed over the letter, Gong Mu-jin's eyes also widened.
“This, this!”
The shock of being called a bishop was immense. Even the civil servants, who rarely lost their composure, could not hide their bewilderment.
“My Lord, a bishop! Why on earth would a bishop of the Demonic Cult appear here!”
“…….”
“Hey, this is Hanam!”
It was natural for the officials to be surprised.
Of course, it was surprising that the bishop of the Demonic Cult had come to the Central Plains. But what was truly surprising was that he dared to come to Hanam.
Where is Hanam?
If the center of the Great Ming is Beijing and Nanjing, the center of the Jianghu is Henan and Shaanxi. In particular, Henan has Shaolin and Nanggong families.
The heart of the martial arts world, where Shaolin, the leader of the old school, and Namgung, the leader of the Sega, are located, is Hanam. It is not surprising that barbarians are rampant in the border regions, but isn’t it unacceptable that barbarians are rampant in Beijing?
Even though he was a bishop of the Demonic Cult, entering Hanam land with confidence was no different from risking one's life.
“It’s not a big deal!”
It was a contradictory statement. However, Wi Jeong-han understood what Gong Mu-jin was saying.
Even if he is the bishop of the Demonic Cult, if he is found alone in Hanam, it will not be easy for him to return alive. Shaolin and Namgung Sega will immediately rush at him like a pack of dogs.
No matter how strong the Demonic Cult's bishop is, Shaolin and Namgung's power is also formidable. Furthermore, if it becomes a fight between an individual and a group, the result is too obvious.
The problem was that the bishop would also know this fact.
If they were just fools with power, they would not have been able to drive the Central Plains in the past wars. They were people who could do anything under the name of the Holy Fire. Naturally, schemes and conspiracies were rampant. Sometimes, even the divine investigators were helpless against their schemes.
The position of Bishop of the Demonic Cult was the most important of the core within the Demonic Cult. It is impossible for someone in such a high position not to consider such things. So in the end, it comes down to one of two things.
The first is that he has built up enough martial arts skills to be able to confidently escape even if all the sects surrounding Hanam rush in.
'But that's impossible.'
There was a limit to human strength. It was impossible for a single bishop of the Demonic Cult to accomplish something that even the mighty Great Demon Emperor could not guarantee.
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then?
“It’s something we must aim for even if it means taking risks…….”
“It’s in Hanam.”
The opinions of Gongmujin and Wijeonghan were in agreement.
And at the moment when their opinions coincided, something passed through Wei Zheng's head.
Gwangmu-ryang suddenly retreated… … .
And the bishop of the devil's cult appeared in Hanam.
then?
"this……."
Wi Jeong-han ground his teeth. Suddenly, a storm-like energy began to rise from his body.
“Seo, senior!”
“Who dares to attack this guy!”
Wei Zheng's eyes became bloodshot.
I didn't want to believe it, but all of this was pointing to a single situation. Even the Shinki Investigation Team couldn't figure out why this was happening… … but Wi Jeong-han knew exactly why this was happening.
From their perspective, Hanam is something that must be secured at all costs.
That's right… … .
“Chasing the children!”
"senior?"
“Right now! I’ll go first. You lead the others.”
“Senior! What are you saying all of a sudden! At least give me a reason!”
“They’re targeting children!”
"……yes?"
“There’s no time for a long explanation! I’ll go first and ask for support from Shaolin and Namgung right away!”
"senior!"
“Didn’t you say there was no time!”
The screams that erupted as if they were going to explode in the room made the officials flinch and step back.
And at that moment, Wi Jeong-han realized his own mistake. This was not something that could be solved by getting excited. Now was the time in his entire life when he needed to be the most calm.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you. It’s such an urgent matter. The children aren’t headed to Luoyang, so they’re probably on the road going down. Send reinforcements to that side. Do you understand what I mean?”
Gong Mu-jin nodded with an extremely stern expression.
I don't know what happened, but just from Wi Jeong-han's urgent attitude, I could tell how urgent the situation was.
“I believe you!”
“Take care of it!”
When Gongmujin played the lottery, Wijeonghan smiled lightly.
“See you again.”
Wi Jeong-han left those words and threw himself out the window. As soon as he left the window, Gong Mu-jin’s body shot forward like a cannonball. The rain did not dare to touch his body and bounced off.
Rrrrrrr!
As if to reflect his inner thoughts, thunder and lightning began to strike from the sky.
Blood flowed from Wi Jeong-han's tightly clenched lips.
'This idiot.'
There are no eternal secrets in this world.
I thought that it might be revealed someday, but I never thought it would be now. I should have prepared for this moment from the moment that Gwangmu-ryang appeared and the Demonic Cult reappeared in the world. But I didn't.
Because I thought it wouldn't happen?
No, because he didn't want it to happen. Because of his misjudgment now, something he would regret forever could happen.
'please!'
Wi Jeong-han gave impetus to lightness.
They are not children.
If his thoughts were correct, the Bishop of the Demonic Cult would have come here only to target one person. And what if that child found out the whole truth?
'no!'
That should never happen.
If there is someone who tries to shake up one's children, it is unforgivable even if he is a bishop of the devil's cult.
He wouldn't tolerate that either.
“Eww!”
Behind Wi Jeong-han, who was casting lightness with his dantian bursting, a miserable stream of rain flowed down.
***
“Did you say it was true?”
“That’s right.”
“……Is it true?”
Saga's face hardened. He thought he knew most of history. But he knew almost nothing about the truth that was about to be revealed at this moment.
“What about the Ganghosa?”
“How could it have been recorded?”
“As expected.”
He wanted to ask right now what the truth was. But Saga didn't dare ask.
Because the face of the Gwanggu Shingae looked like it was about to cry. Who could ask anything to someone with a face like that?
But he had to ask. Wasn't he the one who told history? If there was any history that had not been revealed, it was his mission to somehow bring that history to light and pass it on to future generations.
Gwanggu Shingae nodded as if he knew everything, perhaps noticing the subtle pressure of Saga.
“Don’t rush me so much. If you were going to hide this story, you wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.”
"……yes."
“I thought it was something I would take to my grave, but I guess I will end up telling this story with my own mouth.”
A look of regret appeared on Gwanggu Shingae's face.
“Maybe so. Maybe I was looking for someone to tell this story to. It’s too much to carry to the grave. Maybe it wasn’t you who was looking for me, but I was looking for you.”
Saga looked at the lighthouse with trembling eyes.
“Let’s start somewhere. Yes, it rained that day.”
Gwanggu Shingae looked outside the hut.
The Gwanggu Shingae, who had been quietly looking up at the dark sky, roared lowly.
“It was such a gloomy, gloomy rain. Very…….”