I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 296

Episode 296 Deadline (1)

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! As soon as the new form of Dan Yehwa shot out, the wooden sword was swung down. Seo Ho-pil felt as if a landslide was occurring.

It was the swordsman's first step, the swordsman's first retreat.

"Ugh!"

He quickly blocked it with a wooden sword made from a thousand-year-old tree. Crunch! Dan Ye-hwa's sword shattered and pieces of wood flew out.

Phew. Fortunately, I felt relieved for a moment. Dan Ye-hwa quickly grabbed the sharp, broken wooden sword and stabbed him in the stomach.

"Ahhh!"

Dangtang! Seo Ho-pil felt the urge to live and rolled on the floor using the technique of Na-ryeo-ta-gon. Slap! Slap! Slap! Every time he did that, Dan Ye-hwa would hit the floor as if she was being pushed into a corner.

"This crazy bitch!"

The crowd cheered as Seo Ho-pil's desperate cry for survival spread across the stage.

"They said we had a common future, but it was all empty talk!"

"What happened yesterday wasn't a coincidence."

"You're going to the martial arts competition? Woohahaha!"

As the laughter grew more intense, Dan Ye-hwa's actions became more cruel.

"Look. Everyone's laughing at you. In the political world, if you're going to be humiliated like this… they say it's better to just die. Right?"

"no!"

Bang! Dan Ye-hwa kicked Seo Ho-pil, who was rolling, into the air, then snatched his wooden sword that he had dropped and stabbed him in the stomach with Geomsan Il-twi.

Kwaaang!

"Ugh……"

Cracks formed on the floor like spider webs, and Seo Ho-pil's pupils bulged in intense pain.

And Dan Ye-hwa was looking down at me and smiling.

"It'll be over soon."

"Ugh… Sa… Save me…"

Whoosh! The shadow of the wooden sword raised again couldn't be more terrifying.

Now I understand.

This girl… is pretty, but crazy.

Gulp. Seo Ho-pil's whites pushed out his pupils and foam formed at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, Miss Yehwa Seung-!"

Na Dae-yong ran up and stood between the two, shouting urgently.

Dan Ye-hwa turned around, licking her lips as if she felt regret.

When Ma Cheon-so saw this… … .

'There won't be any interruption.'

He nodded, giving her positive marks for her growth.

And so the second round of the main tournament ended.

*

Shanxi Wu Lin Maeng Ming Jiao

Late at night after the second round of the martial arts competition.

A guest came to visit Macheonso's estate. It was Chun-gae.

"Hey, Sasauk. What are you doing?"

His tone of voice hasn't changed since he learned of Ma Cheon-so's true identity, but his eyes are dripping with honey.

"What's going on?"

Ma Cheon-so was sitting on the edge of the veranda, looking up at the sky.

But for some reason, his expression is full of shadows and he looks rather gloomy.

"Huh, look at that talking sprout. It really has changed a lot."

"…If you're going to talk nonsense, then go away."

"Ha, back in the old days, he used to run around barefoot. Our angles have become really cruel."

Damn it. I've never been out barefoot before, and don't call me an angle here.

When Ma Cheon-so looked at him with an eerie look, Chun-gae raised his hand and sat down next to him, laughing.

"Don't worry. The area is clean. I checked everything."

I don't need to say anything to know. There are few people in the world who can avoid the aura of Ma Cheon So.

"How. Is that plan to catch him within ten days going well? It seems like they're just giving up."

Ma Cheon-so took a shallow breath and answered.

"Meet Jegalmun and the others the day before the martial arts competition ends."

"Mom?"

Then, Ma Cheon-so handed over a piece of parchment rolled up with a string from his bosom.

"You can just tell me this then."

"That's it?"

"Okay, that's it."

"Huh, that was easy. Easy. But sniff, sniff. What's that smell?"

"Don't even think about opening it."

"What do you see in people?"

Ma Cheon-so smiled and shook his head.

"Just tell me what's going on. That's not what I was curious about in the first place."

"Ugh. It's a ghost, it's a ghost. Since you're the one who came forward, it's only natural that you catch that guy. What do I have to worry about?"

So, I don't understand why you came all of a sudden at a time when you should be careful about your steps.

Chun-gae picked up a stone on the ground, threw it, and spoke softly.

"Come with me."

"Where."

"You'll know when you go."

"No problem."

"That's really expensive. It'll only take a moment. It's not far."

When he tried to pull on her sleeve, Ma Cheon-so lightly turned his arm and slapped it away.

"Mom? Should we go?"

"I told you there's nothing to do?"

"Do you know what day it is today?"

"……."

Chun-gae glared at him in anger, then his expression hardened. Ma-cheon-so’s eyes were empty and cold. He had a feeling.

"You knew it, you. Today is your anniversary."

That's right. It was the day his predecessor, Yang Ja-gak, died.

It wasn't that hard to figure out, and of course Ma Cheon So knew.

"……Your body is already dead and reduced to ashes. There is no need to try to remember it."

"Yeah, I know. You don't need to remember since you're alive. But don't other people know that? Several people visited your grave today. Grandpa Dang must have gone too, and So-hye, of course. If you want to pretend not to know, you have to go."

"so?"

What do you want me to do? I looked Chun-gae up and down. He sat down next to me again and spoke in a complicated tone.

"So let's go. Go and see."

"Why are you so upset? When you look at it, what changes?"

"You may have changed, but others haven't."

Ma Cheon-so frowned and turned his head.

I felt Chun-gae's sorrow deep in my heart. Since he was my closest friend, I must have felt it subconsciously.

How desolate the current appearance of Macheonso is.

So, I guess the intention is to make you face your old self little by little.

To transform.

one.

'You are still foolish and stupid. I have not changed. I have been reincarnated. This life I have now is me.'

It wasn't just Yangjakak who had memories. Macheonso was one of them too. It wasn't a matter of changing.

It was just a life that had continued from birth until now.

The life of Ma Cheon-so, who must live as the leader of the Demonic Cult.

The memories of the two sides only made a difference in his interpersonal relationships, and did not have any effect on his personality.

A person who has lived a life full of blood suddenly transforms into a saintly gentleman by finding memories of his past life? That is hypocrisy and nonsense.

"Okay, don't go. You little brat, you're so stubborn. Okay, I get it. Just don't go…"

"Where is it?"

"Huh? Are you going?"

But Ma Cheon-so nodded and got up.

Could it be that your heart has moved?

"let's go."

A cool aura flowed from Ma Cheon-so's eyes as he looked at Chun-gae's excited face.

*

The two headed to a fairly large mountain near the Chohwangmun Gate.

It is a place that Macheonso is also very familiar with.

It was a graveyard where the family members who had led the Chohwangmun clan for generations were buried.

At the entrance, warriors controlled entry and exit, but it did not hinder the two people in any way.

As we hurried our steps without saying anything, we came across a secluded oxygen tank in a sunny spot inside.

【The Tomb of the Super-Hwangmun Yangjagakjimyo】

The inscription on the tombstone was truly concise. It was no wonder that the previous heads of the clan followed the same custom.

Rather, what was more striking were the accessories surrounding the tomb.

On the firmly driven stakes, numerous wind dragon pavilions were hung, and next to them, a table of offerings according to the Zhu Xi ritual was brightly laid out, as if to indicate that someone had been there.

"Mom, you haven't cleared the table yet. Did Sohye know you were coming? Hehe."

Chun-gae sat down in front of the table with a thud, took out the bottle hanging from his waist, and sprinkled takju (rice wine) on the grave.

"Every year, So-hye prepares a table for the kids from Pungryongdae and Grandpa Dang. Since their schedules don't work out, we sometimes leave it like this until everyone has left."

Useless things… … . As Ma Cheon-so turned his head, Chun-gae snickered and muttered.

"Isn't that right? After you died, Grandpa Tang built a hut over there and lived there for three years."

"Your grandfather?"

"He said that he was a man who died unjustly and that he needed to be consoled."

"How much do you know?"

"I don't know. I didn't say anything. Even if I did, you'd probably go to the rock carving and go wild. You probably just vaguely felt it."

What on earth is this quantum mechanics, that makes us so obsessed with the dead?

As Ma Cheon-so frowned, Chun-gae continued speaking, pointing to the stake.

"See that? After you and Hwi left, all the members were replaced. When the kids came out, they left behind a beating. Why? So that you could see them from above. Even though we're physically gone, we're still the Pungryongdae."

You can feel the sadness in Chun-gae's voice. It is a truly touching story.

"Thank you."

"What, is that all?"

"Cry for me?"

"This kid is unimpressive anyway."

I did, I was touched. Unless something serious happens, I have to save the members. The same goes for Grandfather Dang.

Chun-gae smiled bitterly.

"It would be good if the kids knew too… There are more than a few people who would come running to you crying if they found out you've been alive…"

"……."

"Gak-ah… That's how I am. I don't know what's happened to you, but the fact that you are my close friend Gak-ah doesn't change. We trust you."

Chun-gae lowered his head and muttered in a solemn tone. The current Ma-cheon-so was clearly filled with the smell of Yang-jak, but it was also filled with the dangerous stench of iron blood.

Those cruel eyes, those twisted lips. My heart raced every time I saw that sight.

"So, get revenge or whatever. Our way… What are you doing?"

As Chun-gae raised his head with deep eyes, a huge amount of energy was seen gushing out from Ma-cheon-so’s hand.

Are you laughing? Are you laughing in this atmosphere?

Then, as if the mountain was about to burn, a hot sphere shook. It was the Heavenly Demon Sword.

"What, what are you doing?!"

"What are you doing? I'm just going to erase this ownerless grave. Isn't that easier for you guys?"

It wasn't because I was weak-hearted that I came here. Quite the opposite.

It was a ruthless companionship that was meant to shatter his foolishness.

The corners of Ma Cheon-so's cool mouth opened.

"Goodbye, Yang Ja-gak."

"Hey, you crazy kid-!"

The black sphere shot out fiercely.

Goodbye, ownerless grave.

*

Central Plains Gansu Province Communist Party

Ppieaaaaaaaaaaaa! Baek-eung rode the wind and raced across the sky.

Having passed Jongnam and reached Gongdong, Yaluljin and Baekmu Chilgi were speechless at the sight that unfolded before their eyes.

Still, this place was better than Jongnam.

There was no foul stench or rotting corpses.

But that was the problem.

There was nothing. Only the flag of the Apostolic Union was planted there as if it were nothing.

"Apostolic……"

A cold voice from Ok Soo-rim flowed through the mountains. Yal-Yul-Jin cried out to her.

There was no sympathy or anything like that.

However, I felt that it did not go well with revenge.

From what I've observed while we were together, he was naturally more timid than anyone else.

He was often startled by even the slightest noise, and groaned while sleeping as if he was having a nightmare.

Even now, he was shouting out for the Apostles with his mouth in a venomous tone, but his eyes were filled with sadness and despair.

"How about going to the Murim Alliance?"

"No. I will see it with my own eyes."

"The closer you get to the truth, the harder it gets."

When Yaluljin finished speaking and looked around, he saw traces of many people having stayed there.

From leftover food to footprints, there were even things that looked like women's underwear.

It is clear that he was still playing around after destroying the communist faction.

I could guess, if not entirely, how miserable her feelings must have been when she saw this.

"I will definitely… take responsibility for my sins with my own hands."

"……If you change your mind at any time, just tell me."

"That won't happen."

Yal-Jin nodded and turned his body. It's someone else's business. My meddling ended here.

Besides, once you've made up your mind, no matter what you say, it won't change your mind.

Even if the end only leaves behind vain frustration.

"My lord, you must see it."

Taehwa's voice was heard from the temple beyond the cloud bridge.