I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 329

Episode 329: Zhuge Tong's Long-Awaited Wish (1)

“We know they’ve gathered in Cheonghae, but… we don’t know exactly where they are, do we?”

Hwang Bogo, the leader of the Hwarongdaeju, opened his mouth with a frown. Judging by his expression, he seemed quite displeased.

"That's something you can find out by asking around. Is that a problem?"

The Kunlun Sect's Demon Extermination Officer, who was known as the Bear Cub among the beggars because of his aggressiveness, answered bluntly.

"Rather than a problem…."

"This is the Qinghai Sea where the Kunlun Sect resides. Even if my bastards try to run, it's still in the palm of my hand."

“That may be true, but still, it’s better to know and move forward…….”

"Hwalongdaeju, how can you be so narrow-minded on the inside, unlike on the outside! What a waste of appearance."

Ha, Cheonghae isn't just some back alley. Even if you galloped around on horseback without stopping, it would take more than half a week to get to Cheonghae. That's how big the landmass is.

So it will take time to find it, and if that happens, it will cause problems with distribution more than anything else.

"Then who's responsible? Of course, the Hwalongdae, in charge of the rear and supplies, will take responsibility. Me. That author Sabo is so empty-headed. Tsk tsk. That's why he got tricked by the Demonic Cult and ran away."

Hwang Bogo turned his head and glanced at Ma Cheon-so. It was a signal to stop rambling and to make a judgment call as the person in authority.

Ma Cheon-so watched this and swallowed a hollow laugh.

This is why it's not working. The so-called leaders are huddled together, absorbed in empty talk.

In times like these, it is the virtue of a leader to mediate disputes and sort out the situation.

"Let's go to Cheonghae as planned as soon as the sun rises tomorrow."

"Hmm…."

"Haha, the agent seems to have a more conciliatory side than he appears."

Hwang Bogo and the bankrupt showed contrasting reactions. Ma Cheon-so chuckled and continued speaking.

"However, there may be a problem with the supply, so it would be better to use Kunlun Sect as the next base."

"Huh, huh?"

"Acting! That's a fair point."

This time, too, the emotions were mixed. The bankrupt simply blinked, while Hwang Bogo clapped and cheered.

When everyone nodded, the treasure ambassador quietly suggested his opinion.

"One, your Majesty. Kunlun Mountain is a rugged mountain range. Wouldn't it be difficult to bring this many people?"

"Oh, oh. Right!"

That's what I'm saying. The bankrupt snorted, thrusting his thick arm in.

Hana Macheonso had absolutely no intention of changing her plans.

"That's why it would be better to go to Kunlun. If you think about it, isn't it a forbidden area that even the Sado-ryeon can't easily enter? Since Kunlun, the world's greatest kingdom, is located there… there's no place safer than that."

Ma Cheon-so glanced at the bankrupt.

The world's greatest Kunlun?! Hahaha! Perhaps because I mentioned my own Buddhist monasticism, my shoulders rose sharply. What a foolish bear cub.

"That's right! A person like Sado-ryeon wouldn't dare climb Kunlun Mountain. Ambassador, let's stop complaining and do as the acting leader says!"

"Immeasurable Life Buddha……."

The Buddhist monk bowed his head while chanting the Buddhist chant.

With this, the next destination was decided.

But these people don't know.

Who is currently staying in Kunlun Mountain?

A small, meaningful smile appeared on Ma Cheon-so's lips.

“I’ll be leaving as soon as it’s light, so I’ll be back soon…….”

Just as the words to break the silence were about to fall.

Thump… … . Thump… … .

There was a knock on the locked door.

For a moment, the room fell into silence, and everyone expressed their confusion.

At this hour? Who?

Even the knocking sound was strange. It was slow enough to seem urgent, and quiet enough for a martial arts warrior.

"Cheongheo."

"Yes, sir!"

"Go and see."

"I… am I speaking?"

Then who?

As Ma Cheon-so glared at him coldly, Cheong-heo glared at Horan and Hwang Bo-go for no reason, coughed awkwardly, and walked away.

Soon, thump, thump. We arrived at the front door, suddenly removed the lock, and opened the door.

"Ukkieeeeee!"

"Wow, sir!"

A hungry monkey jumped up, stepping on the forehead of Cheongheo who had fallen backwards.

‘Yalutak… …?’

Ma Cheon-so's eyes widened, and then familiar figures appeared one after another, stirring up dust.

Every time, everyone's eyes grew bigger.

"I'll pass by!"

No.

"Water… Give me water!"

Seo Ho-pil.

"Stop putting on the talisman."

With Danya.

"I'm sleepy."

Hyunmongso.

"Haha, excuse me."

Suhanseong.

"Hehe. Everyone's gathered here?"

"…If you push me one more time, I'll really kill you."

"Mistake. Hehe."

Dangpyeongsan Mountain and Danyehwa.

And the pottery mirror that opens the way with a solemn face… … .

"You're late."

She approaches with a bright smile.

There was Namgung Yena.

Pungryongdae. They joined.

* * *

Central Plains Shanxi Martial Arts Alliance

A large, black-painted, two-wheeled carriage stopped in front of the Murim Alliance.

It was so magnificent, from the design to the size, that it was hard to tell which craftsman had made it. Even though he only saw the carriage, the gatekeeper's body tensed up.

Even just looking at this, it seems that the white warriors who followed behind numbered in the hundreds, and their spirit was extraordinary.

"Who are you…?"

As the gatekeeper cautiously asked the question, a white-haired, white-robed man dismounted from his horse and showed his nameplate.

【Dark Dragon Corps】

"Huh!"

The gatekeeper was startled by the three letters of the name and quickly changed his attitude and lowered his head.

Squeak. Then, with the help of the warriors in the carriage, a man in a wheelbarrow rolled forward, his wheels clanking.

Wrinkles galore, hair unkempt. At first glance, he looked like a shabby old man, but the gatekeeper studied his face carefully.

The corners of the mouth twisted upwards as the eyes flashed fiercely.

The alarm bell is ringing. Interest… …is the chief.

Fortunately, the gatekeeper was perceptive. He bowed even more deeply and asked politely.

"Excuse me, sir, but may I ask your name?"

"Ku …

A chorus of laughter echoed through the air. The laughter was so eerie that the gatekeeper swallowed and waited quietly.

After a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity, the man spoke.

"Zhuge Liang's unification."

"Zhuge… If you are Tong… Cheon Gija?!"

He's back again.

Cheon Gi-ja, Zhuge Tong.

Become a soldier of the Murim Alliance.

*

Knock knock, knock knock.

Zhuge Tong, who had returned home in glory, headed straight for the rock carving without a moment's hesitation.

Even though it was a place filled with all sorts of institutions, it felt familiar to him, as if he were at his parents' house. He lightly glanced at the walls and entered the office without hesitation.

"It's worth leaving it empty without a single casualty. With such a powerful engine, it's impossible to do anything without destroying it…"

When Ok Soo-rim, who was with him, expressed her admiration, Ya Yu-jin also nodded.

It was a place that had been visited countless times through Biro, but that was because Jegalmun and his followers had lifted the ban on organs.

Even if I try to defend myself like I am now, it will be difficult.

'But the fact that he was able to come in so easily must be because he's a reporter.'

Yeolujin looked at Zhuge Tong and reevaluated him.

Zhuge Tong was always chewing on arsenic, as if he had no idea what was going on.

I sometimes flipped through documents with no particular content, and sometimes gazed out the window, lost in thought.

After about a day had passed, Zhuge Tong finally turned around and spoke as if he had nothing else to do.

"You two, please wait here. I need to look around a bit more."

"Are you okay being alone?"

When Yeol-jin asked, Zhuge Tong looked at him blankly and answered calmly.

"It won't be that fun… Hehe. But if it's okay with you, would you like to come with me?"

"Okay."

Yaluljin nodded and looked at Oksurim. She sat down quietly in her chair, as if telling him to go.

"then."

Zhuge Tong nodded and rolled the wheel. As Ye Yujin gazed at him, his withered hands, now bare of skin, were already trembling.

You will immediately realize how fragile your body is when it is destroyed all the way to the dantian.

And yet, you came all the way here. You are truly a vicious and amazing person.

"I will help you."

"it's okay."

Yeolujin tried to help, but Zhuge Tong vehemently refused. No, he didn't want to be touched at all.

It wasn't just a little pride.

Even if he doesn't express it, his feelings right now are probably at an extreme level that cannot be expressed in words.

The joy that comes from one's own self-congratulation that no one can do for one or understand…

"He asked me to do him a favor when he was building the rock carving. That was the first time I ever set foot in this martial arts world."

As I left the office and walked slowly down the hallway, Zhuge Tong looked ahead and opened his mouth.

"I haven't lived long, but the wisdom I've honed my entire life was for this place. That's what I thought back then. Hehe. Protecting the weak isn't something that can be solved with just a sword."

"……."

"I realized this after becoming weak myself. The weak… are determined by the strong, and the weak… don't care about politics, they just want someone to protect them."

Knock, knock. Zhuge Tong stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned around.

Then, he turned the ceramics that had been set up like decoration three times to the left and eight times to the right.

Okay then.

Crack! The wall shook and fell inward, opening a path leading down to the basement.

Zhuge Tong looked back and smiled coldly.

"So, I didn't care if it was the Murim Alliance, the Ming School, or the Cheongung… anywhere. As long as they could give me what I wanted, whoever it was…."

"Now… Are you satisfied now?"

"Huh. Not yet. I have a feeling there's something inside here. Something I've been longing for."

Zhuge Tong once again turned his gaze towards the dark alley like an abyss.

To the underground prison of the rock carving where Jegalmun and others are being held captive.

"Would you like to go together?"

Zhuge Tong's voice, full of joy, awakened Ye Lujin's spirit.

*

Murim Alliance Rock Carving Underground Brain Jade

"Huh… Huh…."

His irregular, muffled breathing echoed like a rumbling sound. His limbs were tied with ropes, spread wide apart, as if in a torture chamber, and his chest was covered in scars ranging from burns to lacerations.

Looking at his disheveled hair like that of a commoner, no one would guess that he was once a hero.

Jegalmundeng. That was him.

Knock knock, knock knock.

As the sound of wheels rolling was heard, Jegalmundeng's unfocused gaze gradually became clearer, and he shouted with all his might.

"Save me…save me…"

The burning pain made it impossible for him to speak, but his wish was fervent.

I had to survive. If I stayed here any longer, that evil bastard would have my limbs chopped off, and I'd go completely mad.

"Save me…"

As Jegalmun cried out pitifully again, his figure was finally revealed beneath the faded night light.

A man riding a wheelbarrow.

This is Zhuge Tong.

"Kuuuu, khahahaha!"

Whether his wrinkled hands covered his mouth in joy or his forehead in despair, it's impossible to fully fathom Zhuge Tong's state of mind, but one thing is certain…

"Private school, what is this?"

"you?"

"I am here, Zhuge Tong. I was thrown into the pit of hell by my great-great-grandfather… and I have crawled back out like this."