I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 161

Episode 161: Usagi Janghogun (1)

Myunggyo Wolbong

At the entrance to Wolbong, there is a village called Ilwolchon (日月村).

It is a place where houses are lined up on a winding hill with their backs against the cliff.

In fact, the narrow road between the villages was more famous than the village itself. It was called Cheonro (Heavenly Road) because the halo that shone through it when the sun set looked like a road leading to the sky.

Some people call it the ‘Road of Life and Death’ because it is a flat road that provides a rest stop between rugged mountain paths.

Perhaps because of this, many travelers stayed here.

When I sat in the guest house and looked at the uphill road to Wolbong, it seemed so far away and arduous that it was difficult to set out.

“When will I come up that road again?”

“Isn’t resting the best part of the journey? Let’s have a drink today and go up tomorrow at dawn.”

“Tomorrow is one month.”

“Let’s have a drink.”

Because of the large number of passengers, the lanterns were always lit day and night, and the inn was always crowded.

However, there was something else that the passenger was looking for. It was Jang Pil-du’s estate located in the center of Ilwolchon.

“Please give my regards to Usake.”

“But there is such a thing as saving face. How could I just say hello to my brother?”

“Look here, Phil-du. That’s disappointing. I wouldn’t have just come here. I’ve already put everything in the storage room. I’ve put your share in a separate room.”

“Haha, why are you doing that again?”

“But is it okay to leave it out there like that?”

“Hey, stop talking. Who am I? Jang Pil-du. Jang. Pil. Du! Who dares come in here?”

“I know, that’s why you came. Please keep things quiet about last time… Please.”

“There’s a saying that goes, ‘A hero is a womanizer.’ What’s so great about taking one woman? My brother is not that narrow-minded, so don’t worry and go back.”

“Haha, as expected! Then I’ll just trust you. Yeah, the warriors are really strong and good. Then I’ll cut taxes.”

Jang Pil-du came out onto the veranda, carried a backpack on his back, and swept his mustache with his thumb and index finger.

The warriors scattered everywhere were proudly inspecting the main gate.

Even though he had been brought down from his hometown, the authority of my older brother, Usa Jang Ho-gun, was truly formidable.

In the Ming Dynasty, he was the only judge in charge of the older brother, and he was the Inspector General.

Even the power was greater than when he was in Gwangmyeong Palace.

Of course, those who actually did the work remained in the daily wages, but it was not untouched by his influence.

How much more so, since he has been living in a cowshed for several decades.

Besides, if he had been honest back then, now he would easily grant any request if he showed just a little sincerity.

Thanks to that, Jang Pil-du, his younger brother, was filled with laughter every day.

Even those who would never normally set foot in front of me were now bowing down and sitting there.

“If this isn’t paradise, what is it? Haha! Play the music!”

At Jang Pil-du’s shout, beautiful melodies resonated throughout the garden.

With proud bodyguards everywhere and women overflowing, what could be a better life than this?

Satisfied laughter filled the air.

And then, through the open door, a boy with eyes as slit as a magpie appeared.

Looking at her outfit, which is all black, she seems to be a servant of someone’s house.

Jang Pil-du tilted his head and asked.

“What kind of guy are you?”

“Oh, is this Jang Pil-du’s house?”

The boy scratched the back of his head and approached cautiously, looking around repeatedly as he answered.

Jang Pil-du was convinced after seeing that sight.

He must be a servant who came to ask for another favor. The corners of his mouth went up in a smirk and he answered confidently.

“You seem like a pathetic person. Yes, that’s right. I’m Jang Pil-du. Which bastard are you?”

“Uh, um… … . Well, you don’t need to know that. You are definitely Jang Pil-du, right? Ho-gun’s younger brother, Jang Pil-du.”

“Oh, Hogun? Now I see that this guy is a madman who came here because he wanted to die. What are you guys doing? Cut out his tongue right now and throw him out.”

Jang Pil-du opened his fan with a loud thud.

No matter how crazy Cheonsan is, he still calls Woo Sa’s name like that. He really needs to be taught an example.

At his command, neatly dressed warriors appeared from all over the estate.

Now it was obvious that the bastard would get on his knees, trembling with fear, and beg.

I definitely thought so.

“Is this the right place?”

But the crazy guy turns around and shouts while no one is there.

“What the heck? Are you seeing things? Hahaha! It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen such a crazy guy… … .”

“Hey, shut up! You look like a loach.”

“This, this guy? This is not going to work. Cut out his tongue right now! No, gouge out his eyes too!”

Yes! The warriors’ wild shouts followed, and they began to charge forward with a menacing momentum.

But right then.

Thud, thud.

The sound of footsteps strangely grating my ears.

Jeaaaaaang-

The setting red halo made me frown.

He covered his eyebrows with his hand and glanced at the front door again.

Thud, thud.

Then, from the black hat to the wind-covered robe, warriors appeared, all dressed in a dark black color like shadows.

The aura was so fierce and ominous that it seemed as if grim reapers had appeared.

I even had the illusion that an eerie melody was ringing in my ears.

And in the center of it all, a beautiful woman with long hair tied up in a particularly luxurious black robe sat there.

Gulp. Jang Pil-du’s Adam’s apple trembled with an inexplicable sense of pressure.

The unofficial one said.

“Thank you for your hard work. Are you Jang Pil-du, the younger brother of Jang Ho-gun?”

우사가 개새끼 이름도 아니고, 이놈이나 저놈이나 저리 쉬이 불러대다니.

Jang Pil-du frowned and shouted.

“Janghogun? Who the hell are you to be talking nonsense like that?”

“Enough. Yaryutak, close the door.”

The boy with the blue eyes, Yul-tak, grumbled that he was the only one who was always asked to do things like this as he strode briskly toward the front gate.

They arrived at the monthly salary.

The leader of the small sect, Ma Cheon-so, and the Black Ghost Bird who follows him come out after finishing the closing ceremony at Cheonmaseogo.

The first step has begun.

Squeak, thud!

The front door was locked, and in a completely incomprehensible situation, Jang Pil-du tapped his folded fan on the palm of his hand and spoke.

“Do you dare to act like this, knowing where this place is? Do you all want to go to Manmadong? Okay. I’ll send you there!”

“It’s so strange. Guys like you have to go all the way to understand your purpose.”

Jang Pil-du’s eyebrows rose high at Ma Cheon-so’s gentle tone.

I wasn’t given a chance to respond, because he coldly faced me and gave me the notice.

“The one who should go to Manma-dong is Jang Pil-du. You, Bisaeik.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Gasp! Jang Pil-du’s face hardened at the mention of the cult leader, and Bisei-ik licked his lips and stepped forward with a murderous intent.

And finally, Ma Cheon-so’s lips parted and cruel tones scattered.

“It’s predation. Eat as much as you want.”

“Your name!”

Crunch! Crunch!

Starting with the lightning-like shooting of the Bisaiks, black ghosts flew in from all directions.

“Kwaaaaak!”

“Hey, stop it!”

Jang Pil-du shouted his wishes amidst the screams, but the warriors fell like fallen autumn leaves.

The floor was soaked red in an instant, and the warriors vomited blood, heating the ground.

It was absolutely unbelievable.

How can such first-class bodyguards fall so helplessly?

This couldn’t even be considered a close fight.

It is indiscriminate slaughter.

Jang Pil-du fell to his knees as he watched the ruins of the manor collapse.

The sect leader approached with a refreshing smile, stepping on the corpses.

Thud, thud.

Jang Pil-du was gripped by intense fear as he saw the sight in his shaking eyes, making his breath suffocate.

Shiver shiver.

‘Oh, how… how could this happen… … . The cult leader is clearly just a loser with no ties… … .’

Towering. Jang Pil-du realized it only after seeing Ma Cheon-so reach him.

A loser with a broken string. A worthless, incompetent bastard.

That all of this was a lie they had created.

Suddenly, I remembered what my brother said when he was drunk.

‘I should have listened to the military. You shouldn’t take the leader so lightly… … . He’s the one who made the military like that… … .’

At that time, I didn’t know why my brother was mentioning this cult leader.

But now I understand.

“Jang Pil-doo.”

Knock knock. Jang Pil-du slowly raised his head, his teeth chattering mercilessly.

And I saw.

The devil’s cruel smile.

“I’m going to start the investigation. From now on, you will have to tell me everything you know, one by one.”

“Uh… … uh… … .”

It’s a nightmare.

Before we knew it, the beautiful melody had become a haunting song, and Jang Pil-du, who had enjoyed power in Ilwolchon, was helplessly destroyed.

Why didn’t I know?

That there is always a thousand-foot cliff on every side of the paradise that was created with shamelessness.

* * *

The numerous ledgers discovered in the manor contained clear records of requests and money received.

Although there were no big names like the Presbyterian Church or the Secretariat, if what was written here were true, there would be hundreds of people shedding tears of blood because of injustice.

“Jang Pil-du confessed to everything written in the ledger.”

Bisaiik submitted his report with blood stains still visible on his face that had not yet been completely wiped away.

Looking at his appearance, I can clearly imagine the hardships Jang Pil-du must have gone through.

“What should we do? If we report this to Gwangmyeong Palace, it won’t be difficult to imprison those associated with Jang Pil-du in Manma-dong.”

As he said that, the regret in Bisaiik’s eyes was clearly evident.

It means that one little thing called Jang Pil-doo is not enough.

The same goes for me. There’s too much to resolve between Usagi and me to end it easily.

I said, raising the corners of my lips.

“Those who are written in the ledger can be sent to Manma-dong at once later. We will catch Usagi.”

“Your name.”

“This is just a money swindler. The real ones are the Presbyterian Church and the Palace of Hwanhee, who are in collusion with Woo Sa. He is not flexible enough to come forward and plot on his own, so it is clear that Jang Pil-du, who was abandoned in the outskirts, is not the real one who connected them.”

“If you say tail… … .”

“He is a fallen man who still enjoys power. If he is not a brother, then he must have trustworthy subordinates.”

I continued speaking with indifferent eyes.

“But he’s my older brother, and I can’t possibly confess everything in less than an hour. You… … Make sure Jang Pil-du can squeeze out all of his memories from when he was three years old by tomorrow.”

“Here, more… … you mean? Okay. But I might become disabled, so is that okay?”

“Should I worry about sinners too?”

“Okay. Okay. The night is long, and I still have a lot to talk about with Jang Pil-du. I’ll be back soon.”

As I nodded, Bisek went out with an evil smile.

umbrella.

My father may have stopped at this level because of his old friendship with you, but I will be different.

The night deepens.

The manor was filled with cruel screams all night long.

* * *

The next morning.

Usa Jang Ho-gun sat cross-legged and exhaled the alcohol that had built up in his body the night before.

He was a master of extreme martial arts who was always immersed in s*x, but he was listed among the best martial artists.

Even though he is currently staying at Wolbong Manor, he has not neglected his martial arts training.

“after…….”

After finishing his breakfast, he took a deep breath and went outside.

The place I headed to without a care, wearing a bamboo hat, was a large house located at the western end of Wolbong.

As he approached the back door and cleared his throat, the door creaked open and armed warriors bowed their heads.

Judging by the tight security, it didn’t seem like a place you would just drop by.

As he walked further inside, the warriors’ spirits became more upright, and as he passed through the five doors lining the hallway, those wearing hero armor greeted him.

“Meet the Usawa.”

“Meet the Usawa.”

Usagi gave a short nod to the polite greeting offered to him.

On three sides there are bookshelves filled with books, and in the center there is a large table.

Usagi glanced at the table.

A line was drawn in the center, and the documents divided left and right had the same meaning.

【Guilty, Not Guilty】

Moreover, each and every document is extraordinary.

All of these incidents took place in Cheonsan, and the verdict was being handed down in this place where there were no perpetrators or victims.

Yes, it was. On the outside, it looked like just a normal house, but in reality, it was a Do-gyeol-won (度結院) that judged the big and small affairs of Cheon-san.

All that’s on the daily payroll are just dummies who listen well.

The Dokyeolwon was still under the control of the fallen Woosa.

Usagi sat on the throne in the middle and asked.

“Is there still no news from Gwangmyeong Palace?”

“Yes.”

A sigh appeared in Usagi’s eyes for a moment and then disappeared.

I waited, believing that Gwangmyeong Palace would call me back, but today, too, there was no news.

“The demands from the Presbyterian Church have been increasing recently. And in Ilwol Village too… … .”

As Usaga sat still and closed his eyes, the warriors of the Dogyeolwon began to report one by one.

But.

“Do I really need to worry about such trivial matters? If it’s not a serious crime, just let it go.”

“Yes… … . Oh, and I heard that the leader of the small group came out after closing the temple.”

“The little cult leader? Huh! That little brat… … Now he’ll have no place to set foot.”

When Usagi thought of the little sect leader, he felt so angry that he slammed his armrest down for no reason.

The place where he should be is Gwangmyeong Palace, but if you think about it, isn’t it because of the leader that he has to listen to such trivial things in this outskirts?

He is the kind of guy who needs to be further harassed by the Presbyterian Church and properly brought down.

He asked with a gloomy look in his eyes.

“Hee-ryeon. Where is that child?”