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Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 11
Chapter 115: The Lazy Man Goes to the Demonic Cult (1)
Isn't there a saying like that?
They say that hardship follows heroes.
There's no hero who hasn't experienced hardship. Conversely, hardship is a necessary step in the process of becoming a hero.
But have you ever thought about this?
If you had known of the hardships ahead of time, would you still have walked the hero's path?
Yes, that could be possible. If the hardships weren't so arduous.
But I guarantee you that if Wei Yanho had known what was about to happen to him, he would never have gone to the Demonic Cult.
Xinjiang probably didn't even look at it.
It's the same for me. It was such a cruel thing.
hmm…….
Yeah, the result would have been the same.
Because it wasn't something you could avoid by shutting yourself up in a corner of the room with your eyes and ears closed.
Yeah, that was fate.
A fate that had to be endured because it was Wei Yanho.
It was then that I first realized how cruelly a person's fate could be twisted.
What happened?
Listen to me.
I'm curious to see what kind of expression you'll have when you finish hearing this story.
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Jo Wi-gang was an ordinary person.
I don't know where to set the standard for what is considered ordinary, but anyone who knows him would agree that he is ordinary.
He was a man who had no particular complaints about life.
He had a wife who was not very beautiful, but was virtuous, and two very cute children.
Although they are out of town and do not have many guests, they also run an inn that provides enough money for a family to live on.
The only thing that worries me is that because this place is so remote, bandits sometimes appear.
In this place, where the influence of the government was not strong, encountering bandits meant death.
But Jo Wi-gang wasn't too worried.
No matter how remote this place was, it was clearly part of Gansu, and bandits would not dare to venture so deep into it. If they invaded Gansu and plundered, it was clear that a large-scale crackdown would follow.
So he just has to live as usual.
That's what I thought. Until just an hour ago.
But today, Jo Wi-gang finally realized that life doesn't always go as planned.
"so?"
Jo Wi-gang looked at the man in front of him with trembling eyes.
The man's bald head sparkled in the light streaming in through the window. Normally, it would have been a humorous sight, but Jo Wi-gang couldn't help but laugh.
First of all, the fact that there was a scary snake tattoo engraved in the middle of his bald head and that the man's face visible under his bald head was covered in scars of various kinds made him tremble with fear.
“You don’t have money?”
“I, Your Majesty.”
Jo Wi-gang lay flat on the floor.
"What kind of money could there be in a guesthouse like this? Besides, I've recently spent all the money I earned on ingredients. All I have here are the ingredients for cooking."
“That’s what I mean.”
Slurp.
A large penis was pulled out from the scrotum hanging from the man's waist.
At that sight, Jo Wi-gang's eyes began to shake wildly.
"I've heard the excuse of not having money so often that it's become tiresome. And the people who say it have all suffered the same fate, so it's become tiresome."
“Hehehehe.”
"If you'd met other guys, that would have made sense. But we in the Blue Snake faction aren't places where excuses are heard."
When Jo Wi-gang heard the words “Qingsa-pa,” his whole body trembled.
'Hey, why are these guys here?'
Even in Gansu, the Qingshapa were quite famous. They were a band of bandits that roamed the roads between Gansu and Xinjiang. Their brutality was so extreme that everyone feared them.
But their area of operation is hundreds of miles away. So why would they suddenly invade the inn on the Zhaowei River?
"No money… It's not bad, it's not bad. There are many things in the world that can replace money. For example…"
When the bald man's eyes turned to Jo Wi-gang's wife, who was trembling in the corner, Jo Wi-gang shouted in fright.
"Please, my lord, spare me! I will do whatever it takes to raise the money. Just give me a few days!"
“How many days… Do you think there will be a tomorrow for you?”
Laughter fell on Jo Wi-gang's back, lying face down on the floor.
"Don't worry. We're people with a conscience, too. How could a man wake up and see his wife taken away? You can rest in peace in the afterlife."
Jjangrang.
The sound of the bell at the end of the penis resonated softly. Jo Wi-gang squeezed his eyes shut.
'These devilish bastards.'
If I die like this, I won't be able to close my eyes. How could I close my eyes knowing what my remaining family will face? Heaven is heartless, how could they inflict such a cruel death on someone who lived without committing a sin?
Just as Jo Wi-gang was about to give an angry rebuke, the door flew open.
“Ahhhhhhh! Why is the dust storm so strong here!”
“Get out of the way! You’re putting sand in your mouth!”
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“Food! Food! Food!”
“Shut up, you guys!”
Something is incredibly loud.
Jo Wi-gang raised his head with blank eyes. The door to the inn opened, and men, wrapped in large, blood-red robes, swarmed in.
Then, looking at the situation inside the guest house, they all tilted their heads to one side.
“What is this situation?”
“Is it a robbery?”
"robbery?
The man in the lead glanced inside and frowned.
"You're calling them robbers out of the blue? They could just be good people."
“Look at your appearance, your appearance. Anyone can see that you’re a robber written all over your face.”
“How can you judge someone’s occupation by their looks? You look like a beggar, so you’re a beggar… Oh, right. I guess they’re robbers.”
“This kid?”
The man in the lead looked around at the bandits and clicked his tongue.
“Wow, he’s got a tattoo on his head. Dad, look at that. There’s a snake on his head!”
“……It’s not like I’m doing that because of someone’s appearance.”
The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
A vein appeared on the bald man's forehead.
“How dare these guys!”
The bald man, Makcheol, turned around, shaking his glans. When had he ever experienced such an absurd situation?
"They say there are a lot of crazy people in the world, and today I'm realizing it. You guys have asked for death, so don't blame me even after you die!"
His rebuke resonated through the guest room, but it seemed they had poor hearing.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I want noodles. Can I have beef noodles here?”
“What kind of beggar is this beef noodle soup? He should eat somen noodles instead!”
“Does a beggar have no mouth? Does he have no mouth?”
“I like wonton noodles.”
"I'd like to start with some dumplings. Everything's good, but I'd like a glass of cold water first."
Makcheol's eyes rolled back.
“What do these guys think the last iron of the Cheongsa faction is!”
The man in the lead turned his head back.
“I heard it’s the last day of the Blue House?”
"I don't know."
“What if you don’t know? You have to know.”
"How could I possibly care about all those kids? I've heard of Cheongsa-pa, but I don't know about Makcheol. Anyway… Owner, can I get some udon noodles here?"
The owner, Jo Wi-gang, was completely out of his mind.
'What are these people?'
If you had eyes, you should know what's going on, but you're just so calm.
As I hesitated, unable to bring myself to tell them to run away, the man in front took off the windbreaker that was covering his head.
“Is it possible to take a bath here?”
“…….”
A life spent with a guest. Even though I knew it wasn't the right situation, my body reacted first.
“Yes, it is possible. It is possible, but…….”
Jo Wi-gang glanced at Mak-cheol. The blue seal engraved on Mak-cheol's head was twitching noisily. He felt like saying another word would ruin his life.
“Well, I guess I should eat first.”
The man in the lead turned his head and looked at Makcheol.
“What do you want to do?”
“……Are you asking me now?”
"huh?"
Makcheol couldn't help but feel astonished.
'What the heck is this little rat?'
I can't recall seeing such a confident gaze in nearly a decade. Even the most courageous people would tremble at the mere sight of his appearance, rendering them unable to speak properly.
But this guy was talking to him calmly, as if his liver was swollen.
“What are you going to do?”
“Do you want to go out there and bang your head, or do you want me to drag you out and bang you?”
Makcheol let out a hollow laugh.
“You’re crazy…….”
“I guess you have no intention of leaving on your own.”
The man interrupted Mak-cheol's words and walked nonchalantly toward him. Before Mak-cheol could say anything, he drew his sword from his waistband and struck Mak-cheol in the head with the sheath intact.
“Eu …
A grotesque scream erupts, one that feels like it belongs to the human race.
Makcheol grabbed his head and rolled on the floor.
“Ahhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhh!”
Banditry sometimes leads to injuries. He's been pierced by arrows, and his stomach has been slashed open by the swords of rebels. The numerous scars covering his face testify to the countless death lines he's crossed.
But I swear, this is the first time I've felt pain like this.
I just got hit in the head, but it was so excruciatingly painful that my whole body trembled.
What on earth have you done?
The man clicked his tongue.
“It’s big, but it’s no joke.”
The man, Wi Yeon-ho, turned his head and looked at Wi Jeong-han.
“What should I do?”
"I've heard of the Cheongsa faction. They're extremely vicious, exploiting the lack of public order in the border areas of the Demonic Cult to prey on civilians."
The verdict of the court was very simple.
"There are useless trash in this world, even if they live. It's the job of the unmanned to clean them up."
“Did you hear?”
Wi Yeon-ho grabbed Mak-cheol by the collar and pulled him up. Then he looked at his face and smiled.
“The price for sin can come unexpectedly like this.”
Despite the playful tone of Wei Yanho's voice, his eyes held no smile. Makcheol's legs, meeting Wei Yanho's gaze, became wet.
“Hang them all out there.”
As soon as Wi Yeon-ho finished speaking, the Jang Il's men began to move. Sensing that the situation was amiss, the bandits tried to flee, but at their level, escaping from the Jang Il's men was impossible.
“Ahhhhh!”
“S-save me…….”
The inside of the guest room was turned upside down in an instant.
The notorious and vicious bandits of Gansu began to slaughter each other like a herd of rabbits meeting a tiger.
“Uh… huh?”
Jo Wi-gang blinked at the sight.
At that moment, the man who had Makcheol's collar came up to Jo Wi-gang and said.
"hey."
“Huh? Oh, yeah!”
“But can I have beef noodles here?”
“…….”
It will work.
Absolutely, sir.