I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 349

Episode 349: The Truth Revealed (1)

Kwaaaaang-!

A huge explosion rang out, as if signaling their location on the rugged mountain, and the ground shook.

"lender!"

Dan Yehwa was startled and shouted.

Namgung Yena and Pungryongdae run to find Ma Cheon-so to avoid Zhuge Tong.

Their expressions hardened instantly. They found it. It's over there.

Whee! Namgung Yena's feet lightly pushed off the ground and she flew forward about ten steps.

Pungryongdae followed suit.

And soon after, I was able to meet the person I wanted at the place I arrived at.

"Agent……."

The acting leader, Mr. Ma, lying upright. No, a man whose identity is so unknown that even his name is no longer trustworthy.

It was Ma Cheon So.

And in front of him was a black-haired monster whose arm had been blown off as if it had been shattered into pieces, and Mutae, who was lying face down with blood dripping from his wounded hand.

"The Lion King……."

"Is it a sword?… Nothing happens all day."

Just by looking at them, you could tell that the two were engaged in a reckless fight.

But the suspicious look still remains.

It was because of that monster wearing black lipstick. He definitely wasn't a member of the Murim Alliance. And that arm…

"Is the flesh… growing?"

The image of an empty arm slowly regenerating was clearly visible in both eyes.

Is this even possible?

"There is only one place where such sorcery can be performed."

A start. Namgung Yena looked at him with surprised eyes at Mutae's decisive declaration.

If there is only one… … .

"The Demonic Cult…?"

"If not, can you explain?"

Really… … So the agent was the leader of the Demonic Cult? I felt dazed, as if I'd been hit in the temple with a blunt object.

Why… … . Was it just a coincidence? Or was he trying to use me?

Dozens of disturbing thoughts crossed my mind.

I even wished that he would get angry and say that he wasn't the man in black.

However, he only lowered his black lips and turned his body diagonally without making any denial.

"Haha. It seems like we all want the author… Even if the two are mortal enemies, how about putting the magic aside first before we talk?"

Namgung Yena's eyes wavered at Mutae's sudden suggestion.

If the author is really a cult leader… …he cannot be allowed to leave this place like this.

His sword, which has broken the Lotus Sutra, will be pointed towards the Murim Alliance.

also…….

'You have to hear it yourself.'

There was something I absolutely had to hear from him. How could he have said such a thing? What was his connection to him? I had to know.

"You too. And the author too… No one can take the agent."

Sreung. Namgung Yena's old sword was pulled out.

The confrontation between Jeong Sa-ma and Ma Cheon-so unfolded.

"As expected… there's no way we can communicate. Then it seems like neither of us has any intention of backing down…"

Phew. Mutae took a deep breath and straightened his bent knees.

The falling drops of blood have stopped, and the momentum is as great as Mount Tai.

Although it cannot be compared to Murong Hui, it is also a healing power that is truly difficult to understand.

That moment when the three of them were raising their spirits while being wary of each other.

"Huh, what is this situation?"

"iced coffee……."

Following Dangpyeongsan Mountain, Danyehwa and Pungryongdae appeared one after another.

Yal-Tak and Dan-Ya-Rang's eyes trembled at the sight of Ma-Cheon-So's frail appearance, which they had never seen before, and Dan-Ye-Hwa fell to her knees.

Namgung Yena then gave a firm order without looking back.

"Pungryongdae, everyone. Even if I have to disappear into the wind… I will definitely save you."

Sreung! The eyes of the Pungryong members harden fiercely, and they take their stances.

"Things are getting bigger and bigger. I didn't want it to turn out like this…."

As Mutae gave a wry smile and whistled, the presence of beasts could be felt everywhere.

They are ruthless wild dogs.

"How about you? If you have any subordinates to call, call them now. Don't be a bother."

At Mu-tae's words, Namgung Ye-na's sharp gaze was fixed on Mo-yong-hui.

At this, he lowered his head, gently clutching the brim.

Then, as if by appointment, new people appeared.

Ss …

"Oh, shit…! My lord!"

Danshigang and Cheoksaljo. That's them.

And there is also Hyang-myo, who approaches cautiously and quietly, peeking her head out from behind Mo Yong-hui.

A new battlefield has unfolded.

The war between Jeongsa Ma and Ma Cheon So.

Lips cracked in the dry tension. The three groups glanced at each other sideways, exuding a murderous air.

In particular, the leaders, Mu Tae and Namgung Yena, were particularly wary of Murong Hui, who wore black lipstick.

"The arm that was turned to dust and disappeared came back intact. I guess I'm the only one who suffered a loss. Am I a zombie or something?"

Mutae was just muttering his thoughts, but no one could not hear him.

Among the many secrets about the Demonic Cult, one of the most frequently mentioned is the Jiangshi.

The evil sorcery of raising the dead cast a more mysterious and vicious light on their perception.

So it is natural that vigilance against this is increasing.

'I can't feel my breath or anything. I don't feel like I've mastered any external energy… … Am I really a zombie?'

Namgung Yena's brow furrowed, and her grip on the sword tightened.

If you are a Jiangshi of the level to face the Lion King Mutae, this is definitely not something to be ignored.

Moreover, the spirit of those who joined just a little while ago is also extraordinary.

'It must never be taken away… … .'

Namgung Yena steeled her resolve. She bit her lip and spoke.

"I said we should clear up the magic first and then talk. Is that still valid?"

"lender!"

Dan Ye-hwa, who had been sitting there blankly, suddenly sat up. "Who's holding hands with whom right now?! Are you crazy?!

However, contrary to her wishes, the agreement of the love affair was made in a flash.

"You finally have the heart to talk. Your ears may be blocked, but your eyes aren't. That's the right decision."

The right decision? What's the right decision? Just a moment ago, we were just stabbing each other in the neck, trying to kill each other.

Dan Yehwa glared at him as if spitting fire, but the situation remained unchanged. This wasn't a simple matter.

"If we continue to fight like this, it's obvious who will take the title."

It was just as Mutae said.

He confronted Murong Hui without knowing anything and ended up with his hands completely bruised. On the other hand, he was fine, not even a scratch on his face.

But here, you're going to start wielding your sword so recklessly again? There's nothing more foolish than that.

And Namgung Yena also came to the same conclusion.

"There's nothing we can do about it now."

"You can't help it? What? What can't be helped? This isn't it."

"Anecdote…."

"Can't you just let him go? What are you going to do with him? You heard what that old man said earlier. If you take him, he'll kill him. Hang him from a pole, until his intestines spill out. Beat him to death in a brutal way! No? Or tell me no."

Of course, the political party wouldn't go that far… … but it would definitely be difficult to survive.

"……."

"Look, you can't do it…."

Dan Ye-hwa lowered her head and showed a bitter look.

As expected. The righteous and the evil cannot become one. The brief thrill was merely a twist to reach this moment.

Dan Yehwa's focus sharply became clear, and he brought his hand to the tip of his chin.

"Then I can't help it… We'll stop here. Yayul-tak, Dan-ya. Take off your masks."

Crack! At the same time, her hand spread open, revealing her true self, which had been hidden until now.

A beautiful appearance that takes the breath away of those who see it.

The true face of the ice flower single-flowered flower.

and.

"You, you……."

"Don't move. If you don't want to get cut."

The pure white Brain God Sword was placed under Dojagyeong's chin. And that wasn't all. Danyarang's sword was aimed at Suhanseong, and Yaryutak's single-edged sword was aimed at Muoh.

"Why…?"

In an unexpected situation, Namgung Yena froze and opened her eyelids wide.

There was no time to ponder what was happening. Hyangmyo shouted.

"madam!"

"madam?"

Hyangmyo jumped up and down to welcome Dan Yehwa, and Danshikang and Cheoksaljo greeted her politely.

This alone was enough of an explanation.

Muoh's eyes shook without order, and he let out a trembling voice.

“Surely not…… Young Lady is also a member of the Demonic Cult…….”

"I planned to deceive you from the beginning. I won't apologize."

“How can you say something like that….”

"Acting… No, just let him go. Then nothing will happen. Let's go our separate ways now. Yayul-tak, Dan-ya-rang!"

Yal-Tak and Dan-Ya-Rang nodded and slowly turned, swords still pointed. Then, they slowly backed away, moving toward Murong Hui.

Dan Ye-hwa thrust her sword deeper into Do Ja-gyeong's neck.

"Is this why… you shared life and death with us?! I thought of you as a comrade. But why! Was everything about you a lie? Was it all a scheme of the Demonic Cult?"

Dojagyeong shouted in a tone of indignation. Danyehwa's eyelids fluttered slightly. But that was all.

"…It's not a lie. But what can I do? I was born in Cheonsan."

Dojagyeong couldn't open her mouth to hear Dan Yehwa's answer. Her tone was honest and heartbreaking.

What should we say to those who have been branded traitors from birth without any choice?

That moment when the situation gradually becomes a labyrinth.

Dangpyeongsan raised his hand and shouted.

"Ugh, everyone shut up. If you move any further… you'll die?"

Everyone looks at his hand, and a small pill is seen on his index finger.

A poison that shone with a brilliant rainbow of colors. Namgung Yena was also familiar with it.

"Iron Sword Poison…?"

It was a potent poison, commonly called the "invisible poison." It was the ultimate poison, dissolving colorless and odorless upon contact with water.

The fact that Dang Pyeong-san, a master of poison, holds this means that if he just pushes in a little bit of his internal energy, he can release poison within a radius of a hundred paces, poisoning everyone.

At least Dangpyeongsan, Namgung Yena, and Mutae could be stopped with a bet, but the rest, Ma Cheon-so, who was lying on the cold ground…

You must die.

"It seems like everyone is mistaken. Whether it's the Sapa or the Demonic Cult… We just have to kill them all. You all realized by now that the kid lying over there is the leader of the Demonic Cult, right? So that means what you said was right… Then what should we do? Ugh. We'll only survive if we take that kid's body. Do you understand?!"

“Are you saying you’re going to kill the agents now?”

"Wouldn't that be better for them too? If we let them go like this… the family, the clan, they'll all have to hold funerals one after another. Do you think you can handle it?"

"you……."

Cold sweat ran down my face. An uncontrollable sense of tension permeated the air, and everyone readjusted their stances, adjusting their weapons.

It is a critical situation where each person's circumstances are intricately intertwined.

Now there was only one way to break this: to all rush in like moths to a flame and extinguish the flames until one survived.

"Stop it."

Just then, the black lipstick fell to the floor, and a muffled voice flowed out.

I turned my head to the source of the voice. There he was, standing there with a stiff face.

"what's this?"

"Uh… how…."

A face so familiar, and so missed.

Their one and only friend.

"Huh…?"

"It's been a while, both of you."

Murong Hui, the grand duke of the Murong family.