I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 405

Episode 405: After That (3)

Thud, thud.

In a situation where I couldn't even turn my head properly, I heard footsteps.

Danshikang's eyes, which had been sunken, opened wide and he let out a cry.

"You, you little punk! What have you done to us!"

Tall. Two bridges stopped in front of the Danshi River, and a sinister laugh flowed.

"Hahaha… Haha! Why are you asking? You already know everything."

Ugh! Both legs slump down, and the upper body bends down to meet the eyes.

The corners of his lips turned up eerily. A hand adjusted his glasses.

That's him.

The Magical Saint Banya.

"This… crazy kid."

"Why? You don't like it here? I thought everyone would like it."

"Whew!"

It was the best Danshigang could do, but it was impossible.

"Whush!" Unwilling to even allow the flying fluid to escape, Banya simply blocked it with her palm and covered his mouth. Then she wiped it off on her shoulder and spoke.

"Dan Shi-gang, the leader of the Sword and Blood Slaughter Squad, correct?"

"Huh… The elder knows even a mere novice believer. It seems like there's nothing left to do."

"I don't know why. Look over there. Lift your head. Over there. Do you recognize me?"

Banya scoffed and lifted Danshikang's chin. Danshikang tried to turn his head away in displeasure, but his stubborn strength forced him to meet her gaze.

Okay then.

"Kururur……."

A monster is seen staggering, emitting a muffled groan.

"That's…"

I remember. It's the very same shaman we encountered when we came to stay here with Ma Cheon So.

"I clearly killed all the zombies…?"

"Haha! Kill me? Hey, do you think it's okay to die that easily? How much effort did you put into it? Come back and watch it again. This is fun."

Banya stretched out his hand, his eyes gleaming as if he had found something to play with. Then, black mist swirled around his grasp, then shot out like a ray of light toward the jiangshi.

Bang! Then, a cool hole is ripped through the zombie's body, and it collapses with a dull thud.

"What, what are you doing?!"

"Haha, look. It looks like I'm dead at this point, right? But if I do this…"

As Banya waved his hand in the air again, the hazy fog that had enveloped Miinbong seeped into Jiangshi's body.

Then, it twitched. As if nothing had happened, the zombie began to rise again.

"Fuck… does that make sense?"

"How about it? It's fun. They're magical beings who come back to life even if they explode and die. But, you still don't recognize them? That's disappointing."

"Find out what it is." Danshikang looked puzzled by the subtly irritating words.

Then Banya said this with a more eerie look in his eyes than usual.

"It's your father, Dan Young-ho. Don't you know yet? Haha!"

"uh……?"

What the hell is this?

That zombie is Dan Yeong-ho, the father.

"Hey, but we're blood relatives, so that's too much. What if you can't recognize me? Not with your eyes, but with your heart. Look at me again carefully. Huh? Look at me."

Banya's hand tugged at my lower jaw. But I felt no shame or humiliation. No, I didn't have time to think about it.

That zombie… that monster… who is he?

"You, you little punk… what the hell are you talking about now!"

"Oh, come to think of it, we met a few years ago. I was really upset about it then. It took some effort to revive him. But did you hate your father that much? Why didn't he show up? Haha!"

"이…… 이…… 개새끼야-! 지금 뭔 소리냐고 묻…… 컥!"

Before Danshigang could even finish shouting, his head was buried in the ground.

Blood flowing from my nose and mouth made it hard to breathe, but I couldn't even feel the suffocation in my current state of mind.

Really… that zombie is my father?

"Why are you yelling at me when I'm being polite? It makes me want to kill you. Is it because he's my son? You two are both equally arrogant."

"What did you do to my father!?"

"What did your father do? He ruined this place with the cult leader. Didn't you know that?"

"what……?"

"You really didn't know. Look. Do you see the ashes flying around? Who would have done this? Your father and the young cult leader did it. Haha! Well, I was grateful that you even eliminated the Huns."

Danshikang was dazed by his incomprehensible words. However, the situation didn't wait for him, and things just flowed on.

Banya took her hand off the back of his head that she had been pressing down on and took a deep breath.

Then he spoke in a whisper.

"I think it's the last thing I can do to be filial. I think your father must be very hungry. Can you do that much for him?"

"Khuh… Crazy kid… Do you think I'll believe you? You rascal… Where's Danya?"

"Where is it? It went back to where it came from."

"what?"

"Danya and. Her mother is in there. You call her Jeokgangsi, right? She came out of that woman's womb, so she has to go back in. The little cult leader, you know, is stealing her brat. Do you know how long I've been looking for her?"

"What the hell are you talking about-!"

At Danshigang's shout, the corners of Banya's mouth went up.

One more thing is said without further explanation.

Thud, thud.

His footsteps gradually grew distant, and tears welled up in Danshikang's eyes.

It's not that I understand what he's saying, nor do I want to understand it.

I just felt resentful that I couldn't kill him and was left lying there like this.

'Reverend… … .'

Krrrrrr. Dan Young-ho's moans grew closer, and Dan Si-gang's vision darkened.

* * *

Xinjiang fisheries

In the middle of a vast ocean, a black ship is quietly anchored.

How on earth did we get here? There's no captain, not even a rower in sight.

All that is left is a rag wrapped around him and tied tightly to the mast with rope.

"Hoo… hoo…."

A faint breath tells you that you are still alive, and the clock whispers urgency.

And after a while, as if their earnestness had been answered, a group dressed in pure white uniforms appeared on the ship.

"Your Majesty, this way!"

A woman wearing a black blindfold and carrying twin swords on her back shouted.

Then, behind her, a man in white and with a stern expression appeared.

Yaluljin and Baekmu Chilgi-dae.

And the Iron Horse Knight, Ghost Horse Army, Sohee.

"Your Majesty!"

Swish! As Sohee Do cut the rope in one breath, the person hanging on fell to the ground with a thud.

At this, Yaluljin's focus wavered, and he bent down to support her with trembling hands.

Thin wrists. Chest heaving as if mocking.

I felt sad.

"father……."

One word was enough. It contained the long-awaited moment, the fervent anticipation. It contained all the joys and sorrows.

“Father, this is not where you should be.”

Yaluljin spoke pitifully and slowly clutched the rag.

I won't be coming here anymore.

Forever and ever.

It was a day when black fog rose in a gentle breeze over the Black Ship.

"Hah… hahaha!"

* * *

Sacheon Cheongseongsan Mountain

It has already been two months since the Cheonmasingyo unified the Central Plains.

It may have been a short time, but countless things in the world changed.

Even the old file room couldn't avoid the trend.

The same was true for the Cheongseongpa.

"Please… please have mercy…"

Thud. Umujah voluntarily knelt down on his firm knees. He begged and begged.

This is all I can do now.

Otherwise, we will be annihilated without even leaving roots behind by their blades.

In the hands of those Cheonma Shingyo who judge the world wearing black robes like the harsh winds flowing through the desert.

"You're too greedy. Didn't the leader already give you mercy? He even cleared you of the stigma of being a traitor."

Slurp. As she sat on the chair, crossing her legs as if tired, a pure white poisonous snake descended from the hem of her skirt and climbed onto Umuja's lap.

Gulp. I swallowed dry saliva and closed my eyes tightly in shame.

Princess Hwanhee, Han Soso. She is the judge of the Cheonma Shingyo who visited Cheongseongpa today.

"It's all my fault. Participating in treason and bringing shame to the name of the clan is a sin worthy of death. If you tell me to commit suicide, I will. So… please… just destroy the clan…"

At Umuja's sorrowful cry, Hansoso rested her chin on her hand and looked at him indifferently.

The disciples of the Cheongseongpa standing behind turned their heads in humiliation.

There were only twelve women who came with Han So-so.

No one dared to think of opposing it.

Because I know it very well.

What are the consequences of going against the Heavenly Demon Sect in the world today?

Previously, the Kunlun sect resisted their will and was wiped out without a trace, and was even condemned by everyone as a group of dirty traitors.

Hiding was no use.

Ma Cheon-so did not hesitate to burn down a thatched house to catch one.

He was merciful to those who complied, but extremely cruel to those who did not.

And this was the new law of the martial arts world.

The order in which the will of the Cheonmasingyo is the will of the martial arts world.

"Well, it's not like there's no way."

Flash. Umuja's eyes opened.

"Please tell me… Then… I'll do anything. Sob…"

I burst into tears like a child. Why had I done something so reckless? As if possessed by a ghost, the past felt like nothing more than my own, filled with resentment.

They wanted to tear off the hands and mouths of those who participated in the treason.

One has already come too far to turn back.

Han So-so spoke coldly.

"Fifty years. Okay, that's about it."

"Fifty… years…?"

"You know, right?"

what……?

"Bongmun."

Thud! Umuja's vision blurred. A sealed gate? Fifty years? What a bolt from the blue.

This is an unacceptable statement.

This was like telling Cheongseong to go to the back alleys of history.

one.

"It's only because of Elder Tae's efforts that things have gotten this far. Please don't upset the leader any further."

Han So-so stroked my index fingernail with her thumb, glared at me with a cold gaze, and then finished speaking.

"It hurts."

"Ugh…."

"I hope we never meet again."

A cruel judgment was handed down.

The price of treason was horrific.

Sabak, Sabak. As Han Soso walked out, the disciples, overcome with resentment, continued to wail, and with difficulty, she opened the path.

The martial arts world was being rewritten like that.

Cheonma Shingyo.

Under their hands.

*

Guangdong Shimandaesan Gwangmyeonggung

"Umuja accepted the offer, and after transferring his position as chief to the elder Tae, who was the death row inmate, he went into hiding. Hyeopseung did not participate in the final treason, but he renounced his martial arts and went into hiding, saying he would bear the consequences of his sins. And the Hwasan faction…

Geomchi reported to Ma Cheon-so, who was sitting in Taesa-ji with his eyes closed, as if reading from a book.

Each and every one of them was news that would shake the world.

The fall of the old guard. A new order in the martial arts world. The authority of the Cheonma Sect.

Hana Macheonso was indifferent. No, she seemed completely uninterested.

"Excuse me. Are you listening to me? Is this a lullaby? If it's going to be like this, light a candle and sing it before you go to bed."

"Swordchi."

"Yes, Yeonju."

"If you don't want to die, get out."

"yes!"

Geomchi protected me with both hands and quickly walked away. Ah, I feel sick every time I see him. But I also like it.