I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 75

Episode 75: Poison Palace

“Save me.”

He took off his sacred mask and picked up the torch placed in front of the magnificent hall.

“Save me.”

He was lighting a torch against the wall like a crazy person.

Whoosh whoosh.

A small spark became a flame that lit up the entire palace.

“Save me. Please… … .”

As I looked up at the burning pavilion, tears poured down my face without stopping.

Shouts were heard everywhere, and countless people ran to pour water into buckets.

Late at night. Before I knew it, the Poison Palace was filled with people as if it were broad daylight.

Everyone is awake, so why aren’t you awake?

I turned my head absentmindedly and looked at the quilt draped on my shoulder with a sleepy, calm face.

“Is it comfortable?”

We met again at Myeonggyo.

I was dead but I am alive.

You who lived are now dead.

“W-what is going on! What kind of crazy guy is this… …! A, a cult leader?!”

As I looked helplessly, I saw an old man with white hair wearing only a robe.

“You said the closing ceremony was over, but that crazy guy is eternal. He hasn’t changed! What are you all doing! Close the front door! Keep quiet about everything that happened today. What on earth were you doing while the little cult leader was here? No. Come this way first. Hey, tsk tsk.”

Why are you talking so much? I have no idea what you’re talking about.

As I stared blankly, the old man grabbed my arm and led me.

As I followed him without a destination in mind, I could hear his grumbling voice over and over again.

“Why are you carrying the coffin? What does it look like? Did you take some medicine and get into an accident?”

“Invoice… … no.”

“What are you talking about? Anyone can tell that it’s a body that has lost its soul. If that’s not a corpse, then what is it? A zombie?”

“Whew. My… … friend.”

“Volatilization. You took your medicine properly. Follow me quietly and quickly. You are a complete corpse. I thought you had some fun at the Secret Palace Conference… … .”

I followed the old man out the back door and walked for a while until I arrived at a small clinic.

He seemed to be touching something in the medicine cabinet that occupied one side, then he suddenly pointed to the jade bed in the center and spoke.

“What are you doing standing there? Why don’t you just lie down?”

Lay down? Whirl?

I slowly laid Mo Yong-hui down on the bed in a dazed state.

“What are you doing? Where are you lying down, a dirty corpse! How much does this cost! You’re putting a curse on the Yellow Springs Jewel that can even bring the dead back to life!”

“what?”

My ears perked up. It was definitely him who said it.

“Raise the dead?”

“Huh? Why are your eyes wide open again? Are you going to start a fire again?”

“Speak straight. Whee. Can you save me?”

If only I could save that guy… … .

I grabbed the old man by the collar and glared at him.

“How can you revive a dead man! That’s what they say. If you want to revive this man, go see Yeomna. Stop talking nonsense and lie down quickly. Did you take medicine and get beaten up? Your arm is broken and you’re in such bad shape. And what’s with this secret weapon?”

“ah…….”

I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out in helplessness.

The old man grabs my shoulder and tries to get me up.

“Is there really no way to save him…?”

I grabbed Mo Yong-hui’s hand, which was still warm.

“What the hell is this guy talking about? It looks like the leader of the cult will die soon. Are you a pharmacist?”

“……friend.”

“What, what?”

“My… … friend.”

“Oh, really. I’ve lived long enough. Even the Sogyoju had a friend. Wait, isn’t it Yaryul Tak? No way. No matter how badly he’s wounded, there’s no way his nose would be this sharp. Just looking at him… … He’s a real bastard.”

“He was upright and righteous. He was a kind-hearted man.”

“He really was a piece of shit.”

“I did not tolerate injustice. I did not settle for convenience.”

“It was fate. It was fate. That’s why he died young.”

“He wasn’t the type of guy to go like this.”

“Doesn’t he seem like someone who would die young?”

I got up from my seat and looked at the old man fiercely. Then I spoke softly.

“Are you the Poison Princess?”

“You took your medicine properly. Since you are the attending physician of the cult leader, lie down quickly. If you don’t want to live the rest of your life as a half-cripple.”

“Poison. Or, as they call it, a mad doctor.”

“Who would say such nonsense? A divine doctor!”

“God. Then please spare him. No matter what it takes, just spare him.”

My vision became blurry again. A sharp emotion stabbed my dantian like a dagger.

“Really… … can we be friends? What the heck… … is that guy?”

“I told you I was your friend. Friend. My friend! Save me. You said you were my God. Then I have to save you.”

He spat it out in a weary tone, as if cursing.

Then, Princess Dokgoe and I looked at each other and Murong Hui alternately with our eyebrows furrowed.

Then he examined the guy’s body with a slightly more serious attitude.

“There’s no pulse, and judging by the fact that he’s still soft, I’d say he hasn’t been dead for long… …. Judging by the warmth, he must have died just before they set fire to this place.”

The Poison Princess touched here and there for a while, seeming to be deep in thought. Occasionally, she let out an exclamation.

I wanted to ask right away what it was, but I couldn’t open my mouth for fear of losing hope.

After some more time had passed, he opened his mouth again in a serious tone.

“Do you really want to save it?”

“Is there… a way?”

“If you can bring back the dead, you’re not a god, you’re a great immortal. However… … .”

He paused for a moment, took off Mo Yong-hui’s clothes, and turned him over. Then he continued speaking while tracing his spine.

“The Poison Palace is full of corpses, but the value of the Manhwajangsaengjiche is different.”

A man born with a tough body like iron tendons and a strong frame like iron.

As a person without talent, he had the perfect natural brawn. But what use was it now? His body was already dead.

But as if he had read the question, he smiled faintly and added to the conversation.

“Even if the body dies, the upper dantian is still full. How is this different from the spirit remaining in this world and not being able to leave?”

“Are you trying to talk about brain death theory?”

“What?! Are you… … really the leader of the cult?”

“You’re saying that… he might not be dead yet. Right?”

The Poison Princess opened her eyes wide as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have seen, and slowly nodded her head.

“It is a well-established theory that the signs of death are breathing, heartbeat, and voluntary muscles… … but that is the nonsense of an ignorant person.”

The poison princess took off the lid of the medicine cabinet and picked up a long needle with her index finger.

“If there is energy left in the upper chamber, it means the spirit still remains. So… … it’s not like there’s no way out. Tsk tsk.”

“Really? It doesn’t matter what. If I can save you, I will. No matter what.”

Although he spoke pleadingly, the princess shook her head with greedy eyes and added an explanation.

As if sending a final warning.

“Kill the body of a living being and make it rigid. Heat it and cool it to make it a solid vessel… … and then put the living soul in it and make it a parasite of dead things.”

He felt obsession and madness. He looked at Mo Yong-hui with his eyes wide open and continued speaking.

“If you make it into a live corpse, it will survive. Tsk tsk.”

That guy is crazy. He’s completely out of his mind.

“You. Are you crazy?”

“Didn’t the young sect leader say that he wanted to keep him alive? He should have died long ago, but he’s still holding on because he’s a living being. That’s why his upper body is still full. If you don’t want to do that, you should at least recite the sutras. What else can you do?”

No words came out.

Whee… … .

I approached him slowly and placed my hand on his head.

It felt like the warmth was calling me and making me open my eyes at any moment.

“If you delay for too long, even if you succeed, this guy’s condition will not be good. Since a lot of things will escape, everything you’ve accumulated in this world will fly away.”

My whole body was trembling.

Does it make sense that the great prince of the world, Murong Shi, was reborn as a gliding poet in Mingqiao?

This is an absolutely impossible story.

but…….

“It is possible.”

I didn’t think about it for long.

At least I can’t let Hwi die here in Cheonsan. Even if he goes, I have to send him wherever and whenever he wants.

I won’t allow it before then.

“Kkeu keu. I’m a cartoonist… … What should I do?”

“Have you ever been successful?”

“Eh, tsk tsk. If that were possible, I would have been the leader.”

f*ck.

“What happens when you go downhill?”

“In theory, I will live and move normally according to my master’s orders. As for martial arts… … I will use it according to the vessel that was created for me. Well, since I am dead, I will not eat or poop… … Let’s see… … If I were to name a few, would I become stupid or lack emotions?”

“This is ridiculous,” I growled, grabbing the princess by the collar.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Kekeke! No, what do you want me to do? It’s fortunate to be alive. And what better way to make a glide poem? Don’t eat, don’t poop, don’t cry, just cut your throat. If you don’t like it, that’s fine! Why did I promise to do poetry… … Oh my, my fate.”

The hand that was holding him loosened its grip.

There is no other way in the first place.

Maybe I’ll kill Whi twice with my own hands. But… … .

I took two steps back and spoke in a low voice.

“I don’t need a master. Just keep me alive and moving.”

“No way! While performing the great law of gliding, you have to infuse your inner energy. The purer the demonic energy, the better the condition. Well, do you think that reviving the dead is something that can be done easily? Anyway, there is no choice but to serve the one who infused your inner energy as your master.”

I closed my eyes tightly.

And then I sat down cross-legged right away.

“What are you doing now? Are you having a blast?”

“You said you had to major in physical education. I’ll do it. Half-life is enough, so get ready.”

“Phew! No, what does the young cult leader have that he can… … .”

I didn’t answer his words and just opened the breakfast table.

Woohoo!

His danjeon suddenly heated up, emitting heat, and a huge, pure magical energy flowed out from his body.

“Ugh! What, what is this?!”

“There is no time to waste. Move now. And remember, there is no failure. If you fail, I will erase the Poison Palace with my own hands today.”

“What on earth have you learned… … No, is it even possible to have a lucky breakfast while talking with your eyes wide open like an axe?”

Okay. Because it is the greatest martial art of all time.

Thud, thud. The dark energy embedded in my body came out. As the Un-gi-jo-sik was repeated, the Cheonma Shingong activated inside me did not tolerate the turbid energy.

The wound disappeared as if it had never happened, and the broken bones returned to their original places according to the internal energy. New flesh quickly grew on the small scars.

The Poison Princess began to prepare for the Great Law, making all sorts of exclamations like “Wow,” “Cham,” and “Huh.”

‘Mo Yong-hui. I will definitely save you.’

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Myunggyo Mokbong Jukrim Salgung

A boy appeared in the midst of a slaughterhouse where undying embers were flying.

Let’s look around with indifferent eyes, and see the red hardened ground and the corpses of the assassins everywhere.

“It’s fun.”

The boy muttered to himself. A childlike, innocent smile appeared on his lips.

Salgungju Gu Yangryong, who had left the Secret Palace Conference, has returned.