I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 277

Episode 277 I didn't kill them

As awkward silence passed, the sky turned even redder.

Ma Cheon-so opened his mouth as if talking to himself, looking out at the distant meadow again.

"Cheon Jae-sang said that there was no problem with the Cho Hwang-mun Gate. He said that it was like a sanctuary where no one came and went. I understood that. If it weren't for my father, they would have spent their entire lives training without ever coming out and would have died."

It would be a lie to say that I had no concerns about my family, but they were not great.

Jegalmun and his followers could have harmed the family in order to erase the traces of the leader, but it was too big a place to touch.

Moreover, when I heard that they had locked the door like those who had been sealed, I completely erased it from my mind.

"To touch the supernatural gate is like wishing for self-destruction."

Mo Yong-hui added. At first glance, it sounded like an exaggeration, but Ma Cheon-so nodded easily.

"Even if you don't have a father, there are still teachers and deacons."

"Butler Ohok. You've talked about him several times. He was someone who treated you well."

"…That's in the past."

When Ma Cheon-so frowned, Mo Yong-hui immediately guessed.

"I guess he was there today."

"I thought that if they didn't come forward and just hid quietly, even Jegalmun and his followers wouldn't move recklessly."

"hmm……."

"But no. There was something. Something that even the butler couldn't do anything about…."

"Could it just be an internal problem?"

I didn't doubt what Ma Cheon-so said. But it didn't really resonate with me.

As for the Cho Hwang Moon, Murong Hui also knows quite a bit.

These are the greatest scholars of all time who devote their entire lives to training with the sole purpose of seeing the end of learning.

How strong they are.

Not only did Yang Tae-hong, the lord of the gate and the swordsman, needless to say, the two-faced Yang Ja-gak and Jung-won in front of him were all shocked.

And that's not all.

One sword, two spears, three palms, four swords, five claws, six legs, seven bows, eight axes, and nine short swords.

In order to complete the martial art of Shipmu, one had to master nine martial arts that were so advanced that it was difficult to master even one, and one's rank was determined based on how many techniques one had mastered.

Before the age of forty, they were all considered 'disciples' who had to be trained endlessly, and after the age of forty, they were divided into teachers and deacons according to their level.

Those who achieved four or more of these were called bridgeheads.

When you judge everything in this way based on the level of martial arts, your obsession is truly terrifying.

Furthermore, it was said that the realm of the bridgeheads was comparable to the ten highest peaks in the world.

The reason why Ma Cheon-so was called the best in the world was because he achieved the four qualifications of a leader at a young age.

"I have no intention of being held back by the past."

Ma Cheon-so took a deep breath of the darkening night air and spoke in a cool tone.

"But I need to know what's going on. If there's any harm done to So-hye…."

"Something unimaginable is going to happen."

I know very well how close Ma Cheon-so was with his sister Yang So-hye. Just mentioning them would make me laugh.

If anything were to happen to her now… … she would face the worst enemy anyone could ever face.

"Will you help me?"

"Anything to stop the tyranny of the Demonic Cult Leader."

"Move with Hyangmyo. He's a sure thing over there."

Mo Yong-hui spat with an ambiguous expression, not sure if he liked it or not.

"Um… But is there a way? The Chohwangmun Gate does not let outsiders in, and they do not come out either."

"So we have to find out who's out there."

"Is there such a person?"

"Gongbiho. He is the ambassador of the Cho Hwangmun. He is the guy I studied with."

"As for the ambassador… I guess he's the strongest among those who haven't reached the age of 40."

"that's right."

"Let's find out."

Ma Cheon-so's face brightened slightly at Mo Yong-hui's candid answer.

He raised himself up.

"Are you going?"

"There's a guy in the Murim Alliance who sniffs around all day like a dog. We have to deal with him somehow soon."

"It must be him."

"That guy."

The fighting dog Chun-gae. The two people looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

“It will take quite some time since I can’t go far from you. If it’s around Chohwangmun, it’s not more than thirty li so it’ll be fine, but if it goes further…….”

"Don't worry too much. I've already sent the salt water."

"Hmm… I guess escort will suffice."

Enough? Phew. This is Yasun, the Emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty and the ultimate Flame Emperor.

of course.

"It's too much."

"I see."

Ma Cheon-so nodded and flew into the dark night sky.

*

Jungwon Seosan Murimmaeng Myeonggak

"Where have you been and why are you coming back now?"

As Ma Cheon So reached the pavilion, he saw a beggar sitting on the floor with a gourd in his mouth. It was Chun Gae. It seemed like he had been waiting like a stone statue until he came.

"You haven't gone yet?"

"You know, when a beggar lies down, that's his bed, and when he picks up a spoon, a rock becomes his table."

"Okay, then go."

As he passed by, emitting a chill, Chun-gae grabbed his sleeve and opened his eyes wide to ask.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Why do you look like this?”

When did you see that expression…?

"Don't worry about it."

"Why isn't there anything? What is it? Tell me. Listening to your worries is my specialty. Didn't you know?"

Ma Cheon-so looked down at him blankly.

There was a problem with the first emperor's gate… Did you know? The question rose to the tip of my throat.

"The preliminaries. Are they all over?"

But Ma Cheon-so quickly put his thoughts aside and asked about today's events, which he wasn't particularly curious about.

Then, as if remembering something from before, Chun-gae licked his lips and answered curtly.

"It's over. It was over before I could even sink. But I found some really fun people that I never expected to find, and what happened today was…"

"i get it."

Thud! The door closed, and Ma Cheon So disappeared. Soon, the light shining on the door window also went out.

"He went? He went? Oh my… That bastard. Anyway, distribution is a job. It's a job. Wow…"

Kyaaak, phew! Chun-gae gathered up all his soul and spat it out, then strolled outside.

"Why are you acting so expensive when it's just hard to talk? Huh? I told you. That guy killed him. But why are you talking about this after a competition? You idiot."

He grumbled and emptied the gourd into his mouth, leaving not a single drop of food remaining. He was truly a beggar.

But with each step he took, his mood began to subtly change.

The once naive gaze became sharp, and when he completely lost his clarity, only a cold aura remained.

As soon as we reached a dark place where there was no night vision, the sound of our footsteps disappeared and we headed somewhere without making a sound, as if we were swimming through the darkness.

You're not going out to beg, are you? Where else would you go this late at night?

After walking for about an hour, he stopped in a completely deserted backyard.

There… … .

"How was it?"

There was a man.

A man who covers his long beard with a white hat and looks down at the world with deep eyes.

"Well, I couldn't see the end because I kept my distance and missed him… but I'm sure he went out of the dungeon, Acting Leader."

Yes, that's right.

The acting leader, the best brain in the world, Jegalmun, etc.

That was it.

Chun-gae was meeting him at this rock carving.

"There is a place in Seosan where you can sneak over the wall and visit……"

"Well, I'm not sure… but I heard there was a commotion at the Chohwangmun today."

"The first emperor?"

Even in the dark of the night, the eyes of Jegalmun and his men glowed coldly as if filled with poison at the mention of the word “Cho Hwang-mun.”

"Well, do you have any idea?"

"Well, wouldn't the fire chief know better?"

"It's been a while since that guy died and we lost touch. It's been years since I've been to Dangga. As for Chohwangmun… it's been ten years."

"How can a relationship break so easily? Even if you think you won't see each other for a long time, you meet by chance and have a heart-to-heart talk as if nothing had happened. That's what friends are for."

Arsenic formed at the corners of Chun-gae's mouth.

“You still doubt me. That can’t be a good sign for our renewed relationship.”

“Aren’t you the one who doubts yourself too?”

"It was the agent who called me to make a deal."

The two people's eyes met in the air.

Now I understand.

The reason why Chun-gae came to Ma-cheon-so. The real reason why Sa-cheon-hoe was needed.

It all started with a proposal by Jegalmun to monitor Ma Cheon So.

A person who is close to Sacheonhoe and can get along easily.

A person who is unrivaled when it comes to information.

The firefighter of openness, Chun-gae. There is no one more suitable for the job.

However, their conversation and purpose were not very common to view them as a simple master-servant relationship.

"I already know that your blade is pointed at me."

"Uhhh… Heh heh heh! You're a perceptive person. Well, if you don't know, you're just being lazy. But. How can I be the only one? Aren't you a person who has sinned a lot?"

"If you want to protect nine, you must also know how to give up one. That is the cause, and the worry a leader must have."

"Oh, sorry, but I have to laugh a little. Hehehe! The worries of a leader? The cleverness of a ruler, I guess."

"You too will have to do this at some point. If you want to lead the way to openness."

"Oh, so. Did you have a hard time when you abandoned them? Why? You cried at dawn, right?"

When Jegalmun looked at Chun-gae's sarcasm as if he was pathetic, he shouted in anger.

"So…! What should I do? As far as this idiot knows, our ambassador can't stand things he doesn't know. Information about the Sacheonhoeju. Would you rather look for someone else?"

"That sounds like a threat."

"It's not a threat. If you're so confident, don't avoid me and face me. You said you wanted to make a deal. If I ask for information, you just have to listen to my requests. Don't think of anything ridiculous. I'm not as docile as them."

That's right.

This was a challenge to Jegalmun. To get closer to him. To find an excuse. To uncover the secret surrounding Yang Jagak's death.

It was a head-on collision using a magic wand.

Chun-gae turned around. No matter how good-natured he was, he couldn't look at that face for long.

That's when he was about to walk out.

"The Wind Dragon Lord Yang Jagak. And Murong Hui. Your close friends. They were definitely extraordinary people. Brave and kind. If they were alive, the Seven Kings and Eight Dragons would probably be in a different situation by now."

"Let's not put that in their mouths."

"One, Fire Chief… they crossed the line."

Bam. A tinnitus, like a string snapping, flashed through Chun-gae's head. Crossing the line? Who? It's you, this kid.

Pfft! He spun around and jumped up in one breath, swinging his baton.

The stakes are high and the action is fierce and fast.

The head of Jegalmundeng, who was staring at him absentmindedly. He could kill him with just one blow. But.

Wedge!

Chun-gae stopped exactly one inch in front of him. Not yet. Not yet.

"Don't let those kids talk so carelessly."

"You're being hasty. You're not the vessel for the ark. Once this is over, travel the world and quietly leave the martial arts world."

"That won't do. Then will they welcome me in the afterlife? They'll just throw their rice bowls at me."

"Aren't you too old to be pursuing romance?"

"No? I'm a brat by nature, so don't you know that? I'll take care of it, so just eat some shit."

"How pathetic. Now I understand why the Ark was so worried about you."

"Would you stop?"

"I feel so bad for you who only dwells on the past, so I'll just tell you this."

Jegalmun said a word with unwavering eyes and then turned around like the wind.

"I didn't kill them."

What the hell are you talking about, you son of a bitch!

I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him.

His last words keep lingering in my head.

The evidence of disappearing like a slip in the Murim Alliance.

A clear motive to kill the two people who were squeezing me like a remark that crossed the line.

Everything was pointing to him.

But you're saying I wasn't the one who killed him? I laughed out loud. That's nonsense.

"Just wait. I'll catch them all."

Chun-gae bit his lower lip and walked with a limp.