I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 377

Episode 377: Recognition

I can't help but wonder how a woman who suddenly appeared could be so strong.

Pungryongdae also kept a close eye on Oksurim and heightened its tension.

"Who are you, my lady, to block our way? We have business with the party's leader."

Mu-oh stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and spoke politely. However, Ok-surim remained indifferent.

The answer she sent was not words, but a curse.

"Everyone, evade!"

Ss …

one.

"An illusion?!"

Bang! I aimed for her chest, but all I got was a faint dust.

Rather, it was Muo who suffered.

"Ugh!"

He just waved his hand, and Mu-o rolled down the hill without any resistance.

Oksurim didn't stop there.

"Come on! Everyone, scatter!"

With Dan Ye-hwa's shout, Hyeon Mong-so and Su Han-seong attacked her from the left and right.

Hyunmongso lowered his posture and quickly dived behind her, and Suhanseong aimed for her shoulder and drew his sword.

It was a cleaner and more advanced skill than in the previous martial arts competition.

One opponent is the princess Ok Soo-rim.

"Huh, huh?"

Ss …

"Ahhh!"

"Ugh…."

It was a moment. The time it took for Mu-oh, Su-han-seong, and Hyeon-mong-so to be attacked.

The only fortunate thing is that I had the means to kill him in one breath.

This clearly means that that monstrous woman is also a member of the political party.

'then…….'

Dan Ye-hwa bit her lip and turned her head to Ya Yu-tak, who was standing back to back.

"Yalutak."

"I know, that woman is unusual. How. Where should I take her? Left? Or the leg?"

Yeah, neither.

"sorry."

Whoosh! Dan Yehwa grabbed Yalul Tak by the back of his neck and threw him forward.

"Eughhhhhhhh!"

Then he quickly ran to the side and towards Dangpyeongsan.

Ok Soo-rim slapped the cheek of the flying Yaul-tak with the back of her hand, and chased after Dan Ye-hwa who passed by her.

Ssssssss. A chill ran down my spine and my whole body went cold as the eerie noise of afterimages scattering came from behind me.

Plus, it's fast.

At this rate, I'll be caught before I even get a few steps.

'Not yet. Just a little more. Now!'

The moment when Ok Soo-rim follows right behind and stretches out her arms.

The new form of Danyehwa rotated as if sweeping the ground with its sword.

Kwakwakwak!

The field of vision of Oksurim was filled with piles of dirt flying like daggers.

Ok Soo-rim, her brow furrowed, took her outstretched hand away, stepped back, and drew a circle with her bet.

Papapapapat! Then, the dirt flowed along her hand as if carried by the wind, and as she pushed it away, it was scattered in all directions.

Then, looking forward again, he saw that Dan Yehwa's new model had already reached Dangpyeongsan.

"quite……."

Ok Soo-rim bit her lip and turned her back on Dan Ye-hwa.

There are two reasons.

One is that I don't have the capacity to care about her.

"Well, it's amazing. How can such a hidden master suddenly appear at such a crucial moment?"

A man who nods his head and sneers, his whole body covered in white.

The King of Swords.

Because he was taking all my attention.

He was stronger than anyone she had ever faced.

Besides, the short story side is already… … .

"ah……."

Dan Yehwa let out a groan and dropped the sword she had raised.

Clank. My body swayed and shook, and I soon fell to my knees.

His pale complexion was so sad that it seemed as if he was suffering from a fatal disease.

"Poison…? When…?"

Dok. Dan Ye-hwa realized her condition and looked around.

I could already see the ground I was standing on was faintly tinted with a greenish glow.

Did you know you were coming this way and were preparing for it?

"Hey, you seem to be ignoring me too much. You've stalled me for this long, so how can you not deal with one of the Demonic Cult's thugs? After all, he's your senior. Hehe."

"Damn it… You… What the hell are you… You were my best friend… Then why did you do something like this…!"

Dan Ye-hwa asked, sobbing, barely able to hold on to her fading consciousness.

At this, Dangpyeongsan's eyes became cold.

friend……?

"Who wouldn't say no? It's not you damned demons who treat that kid so closely. It's me."

"But why-!"

“Only then… can I get that kid’s approval.”

"what……?"

What the hell is that! Dan Ye-hwa wanted to run out and scream, grabbing him by the throat, but her vision became hazy and she ended up keeping her mouth shut.

Dangpyeongsan looked at this, smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned around to speak.

"The blood festival is about to begin. So, just sit there and watch."

No… … . Don’t… … . Don’t touch that person! A silent scream echoed in his head, and Dangpyeongsan climbed up to the high ground, lowered the coffin, and opened the lid.

Then he carefully lifted Ma Cheon-so up and tied her body with a thin rope to an old tree with a clear view of the hill below.

He seemed to dislike the way his head looked, which was drooping as if it was twisted, and he grabbed the tip of his chin to straighten it up.

Only then does he smile in satisfaction.

"See? They're looking up at us. We're the ones standing tallest on this steep hill. Hehe… haha!"

A thick, maddening laugh flowed, and a wild shout echoed from far below the hill.

"He who takes the head of a traitor, His Majesty will grant him favor! All forces advance!"

"Wow!"

The heavily armed crowd that surged in like waves was the Imperial Army and the Murim Alliance.

and.

"Pyeongsan, you bastard…!"

Two people closer together.

Dang Jo-ha and Namgung Ye-na.

They were seen.

"Huh, you came faster than I expected. As expected, your grandfather would come running barefoot if it was for you. How is it? It took a lot of effort to bring you all here. Isn't it worth seeing?"

Dang Pyeong-san chuckled as he watched Dang Jo-ha and Namgung Ye-na running towards him.

Soon this place will be engulfed in the whirlpool of war.

When the Demonic Cult arrived, Ma Cheon-so's head would be hung on their flag, and it was obvious that they would exchange swords in anger, creating a sea of blood.

It was a truly exquisite and clever strategy.

That is why the world called him this.

Reporter Cheon.

Yes. This was all the result of Zhuge Tong's calculations and the delicate assistance of Namgung Son, Ok Su-rim, and Dang Pyeong-san.

"That woman in Oksoo-rim wants your neck."

Dangpyeongsan placed his hand on Yangjagak's shoulder and leisurely looked around.

A fierce battle between Geomchi and Oksurim was in full swing.

"How dare that bitch. You fucking bitch, you fucking bitch! Phew… But don't worry. Only I can end you. Hehe."

A flood of emotions crossed Dangpyeongsan's eyes.

Madness, ecstasy, pain and regret.

I knew it clearly. I experienced it too.

How much pain the choice I made with my own hands brought me.

But this wasn't something simple enough to be weighed down with the word regret.

It was an abnormal obsession and foolishness created by his crooked personality.

"Gaaaaaaal! What are you doing?!"

"Pyeongsan……."

At the sound of the shout finally reaching his feet, Dangpyeongsan indifferently raised his eyes and removed his hand from Macheonso. He straightened his back.

"Are you here, grandfather?"

Dang Jo-ha. And Namgung Ye-na.

At last they arrived before their eyes.

"Get away from that kid! Now!"

"Ugh, why? Why must you do that? The eldest grandson of the Tang family is catching a traitor in the martial arts world. You can't praise him, but you're scolding him like this."

"No. No, you punk!"

"So why? Why! Is it because this kid is the kid that your grandfather said was cheaper than me, the eldest grandson? Is that why you're doing this? Hehe… haha!"

Tang Zhaoha's eyes shook uncontrollably. His gaze turned to Ma Cheon-so, whose head was drooping.

It's a quantum angle.

That's the guy I wanted to see so badly.

Things that I couldn't believe even after hearing and seeing have now become reality.

I tried to control my emotions, but I couldn't hide the overwhelming feeling that was welling up in me.

Before I knew it, my eyes were red and damp, and the murderous aura of Dangpyeongsan poured out even more intensely.

"Anyway, whether it's the past or the present, you can't stand it when this kid comes up. Hehe, the way you look at me, the eldest grandson, is so different. But what can we do? The emperor has already declared this guy a traitor? Hahaha!"

A wild roar erupted from Dangpyeongsan, and then, at some point, the smile vanished from his lips.

A cool demeanor. A murderous gaze.

Woohoo! Soon, the left side of Dangpyeongsan Mountain turned a deep green and rested on Macheonso's chest.

"Stop. Pyeongsan, why on earth are you…"

"Yena, it's simple. Just as you are no different than before, I am no different."

Namgung Yena looked at him with eyes filled with passion at the words she couldn't understand at all.

There was no further answer.

Rather, the answer is… … .

The old man's muffled voice flowed as he passed by Namgung Yena.

"You're such a loser… so… you're going to repeat the same mistake?"

"It's too late," he said in a sigh-filled tone, stepping forward.

As if he knew everything.

“What does your grandfather know…….”

"Gaaaaaaal! You… You thought I didn't know that you killed Gak-i!"

Thud! My ears were ringing. Namgung Yena turned her head to Dang Joha as if she had lost her mind.

What the…? I must have misheard. Who killed whom?

Dangpyeongsan… … that person?

"How do you do that…."

Dangpyeongsan also asked in a trembling voice, as if he was surprised.

It was something that obviously no one knew about.

The leader also sent someone else to investigate, but in the end, he was unable to find out.

I was always worried that I hadn't brought the grain bag, but even if I had seen it, it wouldn't have been easy to figure it out.

As time passes, the poison will naturally oxidize, and even if there are traces, it would be noticeable only to an expert who is well-versed in poisons…

"Could it be… that you were my grandfather? Did you receive the leader's orders…?"

Dang Jo-ha tightly closed his lips.

That was enough of an answer.

Now all the secrets have been revealed.

The reason why even Yang Tae-hong couldn't uncover the truth about Yang Ja-gak's death.

The reason why Dang Jo-ha felt guilty every time he thought of Yang Ja-gak.

All of that… … .

This was because the accomplice who concealed the incident was Dang Jo-ha, Dang Pyeong-san's grandfather.

"Grandfather…."

Namgung Yena called out to Dang Joha. Her question contained tens of thousands of questions.

One of them kept his mouth shut tightly.

He didn't know all the details either.

I was just denying a faint suspicion.

There's no way the iron sword made by the Tang family could be used. Only he and his eldest grandson could handle it.

Pyeongsan ignored it and erased it, thinking it couldn't have happened. No, it shouldn't have happened.

So, I submitted a report to the leader saying that it was impossible to confirm.

But now, I had to bring back up the guilt and doubt that I had pushed aside.

It has taken so long to admit it until today.