I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 359

Episode 359: Escape

Xinjiang Gaocun (孤村)

Whew. A fierce wind has settled over the village.

As sand piles up on the shabby houses built here and there, a desolate atmosphere permeates the area.

There was no fertile land or lively tones here.

They seem to be at least exchanging glances as they pass each other, but when they meet, they seem busy avoiding each other.

Such a bleak and desolate landscape was not limited to Gochon.

Most villages in Xinjiang were like that.

This was the result of the harsh environment and the dried tears of blood shed due to the endless war over many years.

Geographically speaking, it was plausible.

To the northwest, Westerners and nomads invade along the Silk Road, to the east, the Northern Yuan, to the southwest, the Western Tibet, and to the southeast, the Qinghai Sea. Will there ever be a time when blood and tears will dry the ground?

So, as if it were an unwritten rule, Xinjiang did not ask or try to find out about each other.

Useless consideration and trust led to a crisis where I could die at any moment… … .

However, there were some who found this miserable reality to be a blessing in disguise.

These are the very people who cannot even be together, who cannot even have trust in the first place.

*

"Hey, is there any progress? You're not some idiot, are you?"

The man, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, opened his mouth as if he was displeased.

Judging by the way the black marks on his eyes are twitching, he looks like he's about to commit a murder if he gets caught.

His mouth is light, but his spirit is extraordinary, and it feels like the weight of the air changes every time his pupils move.

Now, without a doubt, the best warrior in the Sapa. The King of Swords.

"If you talk nonsense one more time, I'll make you vomit out your entire internal organs, you little shit. Hehe. If you're curious, try it."

The man sitting in front of me wasn't pushed back in terms of momentum.

He placed a burning herb on the body of a man lying in a coffin made of ash tree, then turned around and smiled.

Although he is originally a smiling face, his eyes are so distorted and deeply curved that it is so grotesque that the viewer involuntarily frowns.

Yes, it is the Dokpaegwang Dangpyeongsan.

"Yeah, I'm really curious. But don't you think your head will be blown off first?"

"I'm not interested in fantasies. Why? Because you're the one who'll die first. Hehe."

Hwaaaaak! A green light dances around Dangpyeongsan's body as he sits.

"Anyway, those political bastards just open their mouths and brag."

The swordsman leaning against the wall flicked his back and then immediately reached out to his waist.

At that moment, a tense situation unfolded.

"If you're going to fight, risk your life first."

The two people's movements stopped as the woman's voice flowed softly.

Gently.

A woman enters with a gentle breeze.

This is Namgung Yena.

And behind him, Mo Yong-hui joined.

"I was just joking. Even I can't handle three. I surrender."

Geomchi raised both hands slightly, chuckled, and leaned back against the wall. He really gave up quickly.

Tch. Dangpyeongsan clicked his tongue and turned his gaze back to the coffin.

I should have killed them all back then. A murmur followed, but my hands were busy chopping herbs.

Namgung Yena and Mo Yong-hui approached.

"how is it."

She looked at the man lying in the coffin with hazy eyes and asked.

Well, I guess it's because the mountain is a dragon.

I also felt frustrated that there was no road to Dangpyeongsan Mountain, so I answered with a sour taste in my mouth.

"It's not easy. I don't know what happened, but I'm a mess."

"……."

Namgung Yena looked at the man, Ma Cheon-so, who had his eyes closed without saying a word.

On the outside, it looks perfectly fine, without any wounds. Even the hole in the crown has healed.

Yet, he was unable to wake up for over two weeks.

"If you need any other herbs, just let me know. I'll get them for you."

"It looks like they're going to bring in a grand prize. Hehe."

"If necessary."

"Hey, Yena. Change your mind now. When you wake up, what happens next? Can you handle it?"

Dang Pyeong-san glared at Murong Hui and Geomchi openly.

The two weeks of companionship were an appropriate amount of time for them to get to know each other.

I know a lot, but I don't have much depth. That's about it.

Dangpyeongsan turned around again and tapped Macheonso's wrist as he continued speaking.

"You know what? No matter how this kid wakes up, two out of three of them are going to die. It's ridiculous that a quantum sac has taken hold of Ma Cheon-so's body, but what? A fraud king? Hehe, what the hell."

I know. Who wouldn't know that? As Dangpyeongsan said, the moment Macheonso awakens, two out of three will disappear.

The Jeongpa and the Sapa. And two of the Demonic Cult.

But even though Namgung Yena knew about the threat, she still wanted to save him.

Now that I knew him, I couldn't lose him again.

And this was no different for Mo Yong-hui and Geomchi.

"Shut up and go grind some herbs."

"Hehe. No matter what you wake up to, I'll kill you by my hand."

"This life is over, so aim for the next. Oh, but aim for it before I'm born. When I open my eyes, I'll cut off your head first."

Namgung Yena left the house, leaving behind the repeated war of nerves.

Whew. The gusting wind obscured my vision, making it seem as if I was seeing the current situation.

'each…….'

Could it really be him? I'd heard it countless times from Mo Yong-hui, but I was still a bit bewildered.

A person who died and had a funeral come back to life in a completely different form.

"You'll wake up soon."

Perhaps because I was so lost in thought, I raised my eyebrows and turned my head at the sudden voice from behind me.

It's Mo Yong-hui.

"Whew."

"I've been running towards Saroman the whole time, but he's not the type of guy to die just like this."

"Yes, I guess so. I guess so."

Mo Yong-hui nodded in a tone that was a mixture of anxiety and trust, and looked south to the distant Central Plains as he spoke.

"By now, the Murim Alliance must have completely fallen."

"Heavenly Palace, you say?"

"okay."

“……I have to get it back. I have to get my senior back too.”

"Senior, no, he… it's better to forget him. He entered the heavenly palace on his own."

The Zhuge Tong in Murong Hui's memories was no longer the one he knew.

An incarnation of revenge.

That's exactly what it looked like.

However, Namgung Yena's thoughts were different.

“To me, you, and… that person, Ma Cheon So, are all no different from my senior.”

"Yena……."

Mo Yong-hui trailed off at her words, which were filled with sadness.

Then, Namgung Yena smiles affectionately as if nothing had happened.

"The parable… hasn't arrived yet?"

"I think it's time to come now."

Mo Yong-hui turned his gaze to the east.

*

Eastern part of Gaocun, Xinjiang

"Ugh…."

Kwung! The last thief fell to his knees with a final scream.

Choo-a-a-aak! The world-class beauty wiped the blood off her sword blade and turned away without a second thought.

This was already the third time today.

I encountered a group of bandits who attacked me for no reason.

"I'm going to buy some medicine, then I'll come back after attending the funeral."

She approached the group, her lips pouted. Even a quick glance revealed the exhaustion on everyone's faces.

This time, the bandits had dug a trap and were waiting for us, so we had a hard time.

Of course, that's what happens.

"Is everyone hurt?"

When I asked with a worried tone, the group turned their heads away without even pretending to hear.

Ha, petty. Not just for a day or two.

It was exactly two weeks ago that our relationship became strained.

To be exact, after the identity was revealed.

After finding out her true identity as Binghwa Danyehwa.

"But these kids don't even look at me when the Lord is talking? Hey, look this way, let's do it."

"Yalutak, that's enough."

"No. I'll show you a lesson this time. If you leave it alone, Binghwa will be a piece of shit. He'll just be a fool."

"No, so… that's fine."

"What's the big deal? Huh? You should at least have some manners! Right, wrong. Answer me. Do it. Knock, shit."

Yeah, I appreciate the sentiment, but… … .

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Woohehe!"

Pfft! Ugh! Dan Ye-hwa hit Yal-tak's shin and sighed. That crazy guy.

Let's take a quick look at Pungryongdae again. Everyone's faces are indifferent, as if all emotions have disappeared.

I understand.

The person you've shared life and death with is actually a member of the Demonic Cult. It must be uncomfortable to face them with a smile.

Besides, there will be more than one or two things to worry about.

'The kids… will be okay?'

She, too, was constantly concerned about the assassination squad she'd left behind. What could she do? For now, all she could do was trust and endure.

Until he wakes up.

"That's right. What about Seo Ho-pil?"

When I asked Ya Ryul-tak about Seo Ho-pil's solo scouting, he nodded to the left.

When I turn my head, I see a figure approaching me with a frown.

I guess nothing happened.

"I have to do something."

Dan Ye-hwa let out a sigh of relief and bowed down before the thief.

"Hey, you're not dead yet, so open your eyes. I'll count to three. One."

He grabbed the fallen thief by the collar.

It's difficult for them to understand the outside world, so they listen to them. There's nothing easier or more convenient than that.

"Two. Aren't you going to wake up? Even like this?"

"Krrrrrr…"

Thud, thud. The thief foamed at the mouth and screamed as he grabbed him by the throat and threw him to the ground in an unceremonious manner.

Bam. It's gone.

"If you're sick, say so. Then you. Get up. I count to three. One."

"Ugh…."

As she turned her head to face the others, screams of shock erupted from all directions.

What kind of a thing is this, turning a person into half-dead? Even thieves have human rights.

"John, not him. This guy. He's still shaking?"

When Yal-Tak spoke while poking the thief's knee with a wooden stick, Dan-Ye-Hwa nodded.

Let's try to get closer.

"Stop it! Even though they are thieves, they are still in poor health."

Mu-o, who couldn't stand to watch, suddenly stood up and tried to stop him.

Dan Ye-hwa stopped walking and faced him indifferently.

I'm really angry.

"Why? Are you worried now? We're the ones who created that rotten body."

"Don't worry! I'm just saying the bare minimum of morality. Does the Demonic Cult really have the right to care about other people's lives so carelessly?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Wh, what! Infinite Life Buddha…"

"Listen carefully. Is this the time for us to be judging others? They were the ones who rushed to kill us first, and if we let them live like this and someone else comes after them, and our position is exposed, do you still want to chant?"

"You don't know either! They are just poor people who have become thieves."

"Do you really think so?"

Dan Ye-hwa chuckled and picked up a knife that had fallen on the floor.

Then he stroked the blade with his fingertips and muttered.

"Well sharpened. The edge is sharp. How many people would a group of poor thieves have to rob to get one of these?"

"That, that is…"

Wu-oh's eyes wavered. Xinjiang is truly a poor land. A band of bandits with such perfect weapons would surely be a place of great fame.

Of course, not in a good way, but in a bad way.

"Listen carefully, Mu-o. And you too. We're the demonic cult you speak of. But we're also human. Do you think we should dance like crazy every time we harm someone? Because we have to. Because that's how we survive. But the reason isn't found in the ideal of morality, but in the reality that confronts me right now. Do you understand? So…"

Ssuk! As soon as Dan Yehwa finished speaking, she cut off the thief's head with cold eyes.

He threw down his sword and winked at Yalutak.

"I won't ask you to understand, so don't try to stop me. Yayul-tak, deal with it."

"ancient!"

Yal-Tak answered confidently and began to cut off the thieves' airways one by one.