I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 375

Episode 375: Dangpyeongsan's Past (1)

"Look, Gak-ah. There are more than a few missing people. Don't you think so? I can smell a huge conspiracy."

'Nothing but the smell of that old bachelor… Wait. I think my sense of smell has been numbed. I'll go get some fresh air. It'll be fine in a minute.'

'This kid… …!'

'Oh! No, so what? Where can I get it?'

'What are you talking about? You're going to get in big trouble.'

"Why! You say it's a conspiracy! Then we have to expose it."

'This… isn't something just anyone can do. It's a big shot. A huge shot at that.'

'More than our father?'

'Is that something to say at your age?'

'I asked because I was curious. Because I was curious.'

‘… …If the Murim Alliance is the root, then it is at least military.’

But I never dreamed that the conversation we had back then would lead him to his death.

Those words that he said with pride.

I knew that quantum mechanics would lead to poisoning.

'You're dead? Why did you…? Why on earth!'

Zhuge Tong, who lost everything and became the leader of the Haomen, learned of Yang Zijie's death late.

And then I realized.

That Yang Ja-gak was sacrificed while investigating Jegalmun and others after me.

The feelings I had then were not much different from when I realized I had lost my family.

I was so angry that my teeth were about to crumble.

If only I could kill Jegalmun right away, I would sell my soul to evil spirits tens of thousands of times.

That's right. Zhuge Tong's desperate desire for revenge also had a duality.

"Gak-i… was the child who would become the leader… and lead the martial arts world. The child who would protect the weak and uphold justice, as you so often told me. You killed him. You killed them all!"

Bang! Zhuge Tong thrust his rising anger into Zhuge Wende's still, frozen heart.

It was so chaotic that I couldn't even control my emotions, which were constantly changing.

Phew. Zhuge Tong took a deep breath and tilted his head back.

I felt exhausted, as if I had been traveling the world without rest.

It was like a long, unforgettable journey.

The solution to this absolutely unsolvable problem was decided from the beginning.

"It was you…."

The Macheonso is a quantum angle.

Only then will everything work out.

I can't figure out how it happened, but everything else falls into place.

"It was you… It was you. You were next to me."

The tears burst out again.

The well of emotions, once released, continued to flow without stopping.

I sobbed. I pounded my chest, which felt like it was going to burst, with my dirty hands.

He was my brother and my lord.

Even when I was in the Murim Alliance.

Even when I stayed in the Demonic Cult.

He was the only man I could acknowledge and follow.

Why didn't I know?

There's only one person who can shake my heart.

"You are like that… I pushed you away again. I…"

Regret and self-reproach came flooding in.

I braced myself against the weakness of becoming a devil blinded by revenge, and remembered myself as more poisonous than anyone else.

Because he was originally good and righteous by nature, I couldn't stand it.

Because I couldn't stop Jegalmun.

I held hands with Anonymous.

I will spread the net of heaven and earth with the Sacheonhoe at the forefront.

So, the guilt of having pushed the quantum angle I cherished more than anyone else into my limbs was incredibly painful.

But the saddest thing of all is… … .

"I'm already… broken… I can't stop. What am I supposed to do now, you piece of shit…"

It was a self that could not be turned back.

* * *

Yunnan Province, Central Plains

After the fall of the Sado League, Yunnan was like a ruin where its inhabitants had broken through the barriers and disappeared.

Wherever I went, there was no warmth, and only the quiet sound of the wind was vivid in my ears.

Perhaps that's why the footsteps of the man carrying the large coffin were loud.

Thump, thump, thump.

It seems like he's walking quickly because he's afraid of what's behind him, but on the other hand, he also seems frivolous, as if he's excited.

"Now, if we just go over this hill, we'll reach Guangxi Province. We're almost there."

Thud. He put the coffin down, straightened his back, and let out a sigh.

Then, with delicate hands, he opened the coffin lid and the sleeping princess came into view.

Ma Cheon-so, the leader of the Demonic Cult.

That was it.

Dangpyeongsan sat down next to me and winked with his eyes that were curved like crescent moons.

"Ugh, if only I could meet you again… there were things I really wanted to say."

Dangpyeongsan's voice contained a deeper tremble than ever before.

"Of all the things, this is the first thing I wanted to say."

His eyes were shaking, and he didn't have the confidence to look at his friend Ma Cheon-so, so he just looked at the distant mountain and spoke with difficulty.

What on earth are you talking about?

"I'm sorry. I really am."

It was unexpected. It was a sincere apology.

"Hehe… You can laugh at me. But after sending you away like that, I realized. No matter how much I deny it, you were a friend to me."

Self-deprecating laughter flowed continuously.

"It's funny. That a brat like me would feel that way. And it's all because of you. I admit it. You're a real brat. Hehe. You tormented me, and thanks to that, I ended up closing the place with my own feet."

It's affection. It's a deep and vague friendship.

Dangpyeongsan seemed to recall the pain of the past, and soothed a sore spot in his heart with a dry needle.

But that made it even more incomprehensible.

Why on earth?

Are you saying that you turned your back on Namgung Yena and Murong Hui and ran away all the way to Yunnan alone?

He turned his head and looked east towards the Guangxi Province, saying:

"You have subordinates in Guangdong. They must have heard about you by now. You left a trail behind, so they'll come looking for you soon."

A sense of ominousness gripped the air. The air on Dangpyeongsan Mountain gradually cooled.

"People are like that. They're foolish beasts who repeat the same mistakes even though they know they're wrong. Hwi-do, who voluntarily entered Cheonsan and became a zombie to reveal the truth about your death. Ye-na, who lived her whole life with integrity and a lost soul. Chun-gae, who ran wild like a cripple. Everyone gathered around you again, right? Even though the end was obvious. Hehe."

It was a futile endeavor. Dangpyeongsan thought everyone's efforts were a futile struggle toward an end.

And this was only natural.

The emperor called them traitors, and those whom Ma Cheon-so was trying to oppose were the ones who moved the world.

No matter how much you try to change it, it can't be changed.

He nodded. Then he looked west and said.

"But I'm like that too. Even though I regret it so much, I'm doing it again. Hehe… I'm doing the same thing, aren't I?"

Sabak, sabak.

From where the cold gaze of Dangpyeongsan Mountain reached, the sound of light footsteps, as if treading on snow, could be heard.

A woman with a cold expression, colder than cold air, dressed in simple attire like a shaman.

This is the princess Ok Soo-rim.

She appeared here.

"It was you. The one who sent this to me."

Oksurim, who had reached right in front of his nose, dropped small pieces of secret food from his arms onto the floor.

The secret document, which was briefly revealed as it blew in the wind, contained information about the place names and the group that had passed through so far.

Among them, the part where Seo Ho-pil's name was written also included a message telling him to contact him.

As expected, the real spy was Dang Pyeong-san.

He incited Seo Ho-pil, who was blinded by revenge, to communicate with Ok Su-rim.

Why on earth?

"Hehe, why? Are you dissatisfied?"

When Dangpyeongsan asked with a sly grin, Oksurim sighed and looked away. Dissatisfied? I didn't care what the reason was. I was simply puzzled.

Her interest is only one thing.

“……Is that you? The one who destroyed Jongnam’s clan.”

Macheonso.

The enemy who killed his own disciples and wiped out his own sect. He only wanted revenge against him.

"Well. He colluded with the Sadoryeon and entered the Murim Alliance. Is that right?"

"That's… fine."

Woohoo! As soon as Ok Soo-rim finished speaking, he put a bet on Woo Soo.

There was a murderous intent in those indifferent eyes.

She was a burden to even Yaluljin.

It wouldn't be a big deal to take Ma Cheon-so's life like this.

Dangpyeongsan must have sensed this as well, as he reached out and covered the coffin with his hand, shaking his head.

"I know you're dying to kill him, but not now. You know what he wants."

Him. Ok Soo-rim's eyes narrowed.

It was obvious.

Prime Minister Soho Changcheon.

Interest is also his hunting dog.

So, he sent a secret message to himself, and the military man Zhuge Tong must have been confident that the opportunity would come.

"…If you're waiting for the author's subordinates to arrive, then it's enough to just behead them and wait."

"Oh, then what about the Murim Alliance? What if we come here and then go back?"

"That won't happen."

"Hey, Lady Jade. Listen to me carefully. You think a hunting dog just has to bring food? Hehe, no? It's supposed to bring when you tell it to. When you tell it to sit, it sits, and when you tell it to crawl, it crawls. That's how you survive."

"I'm not a hunting dog like you. I'm just here to take the author…."

"What the hell. Hehe. If you came here to get what you want, then you've become a hunting dog since then. Do you think you can just put a name tag on it?"

"I…! I'm different from you."

"Oh, really? Then hand that kid over to the Murim Alliance. Even if he's a traitor who deserves to be torn to pieces, he can't even resist, right? Let's do it like a noble person. Okay? Hehe."

Brrrr. Oksurim's upper body trembled helplessly at the annoying sarcasm.

There is an enemy before my eyes. The enemy of the executioners I wanted to tear to pieces hundreds, thousands of times.

It was a heartbreaking ordeal to have to just watch him in front of me.

one.

"It won't take long. The Murim Alliance, and his men. They'll be here soon. When that happens, you can either tear them to pieces with your own hands, or throw yourself off the cliff with them. So until then… just be quiet, okay? Anyway, I have orders."

Whirik. Oksurim turned around.

The internal energy that had been rising without hesitation returned to the bosom of the dantian.

Now the goal is right in front of you.

Just wait a little longer. Just a little longer.

"When they come… I will definitely take the author's life with my own hands."

"Hehe, of course."

After hearing the answer, Ok Soo-rim jumped lightly and sat down on the branch of a large tree.

Dangpyeongsan glanced up, then lowered his head and muttered.

"You brat. What did you do to make someone like that happen to you? I don't know, you brat. Well, that's why you became my friend. Hehe."

As I looked at the setting sun, a feeling of longing crossed Dangpyeongsan Mountain's eyes.

Fragments of countless memories come to mind.

Why on earth is Dangpyeongsan Mountain?

Is this what they are doing?

It started a long time ago.

So, it was from the moment that memory came into existence.