The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 165

Episode 165 New Chunmong guest cup

While eating… … .

The owner of Chunmonggaekjan, Suksu, and Jeomsoi even said hello to me and left.

I’m sorry, but it can’t be helped.

Still, as if this wasn’t too embarrassing, the owner said he would take Suksu and Jeomsoi and go on a trip for a few days with the money I gave them. Is this why the name of the guesthouse is Spring Dream, expressing the transience of life?

He was a proprietor whose attitude toward life suited the name Chunmong quite well.

Anyway, I forced the people I was working with to take a vacation, got a job alone at Chunmong Gaekjan, and gorged myself on the decent food my hostess made.

After finishing my food and slowly sipping my drink, I couldn’t tell whether this was Chunmonggaekjan or Jahagaekjan.

The pursuers did not come either.

There are no guests.

Since I had nothing better to do, I carried the dishes to the kitchen and started washing them.

Even though I’m not good at cooking, I’m good at washing dishes, so after tidying up the kitchen, I went out with a towel and wiped down the table for the first time in a while.

There are times when I feel secretly proud after cleaning thoroughly, and now is that time.

Suddenly, as I was looking at the towel I was wiping the table with, this thought occurred to me.

‘Is it an occupational disease? ‘I suddenly went crazy.’

I put down the towel and got back into the mood.

A day at Chunmong Gaekjan with nothing to do.

A leisurely meal of tofu and dried snacks.

not bad.

Anyway, if Mo Yong-baek and Hwang Bang-ju had gained enough time to return without incident, a little dishwashing and mopping would have some meaning.

As I chewed the dry snacks, I noticed and memorized the location of the table, the material of the floor, the pillars, the broom, the distance from the kitchen, the size of the utensils, the location of the kitchen knife, the texture of the soil, and the height of the roof.

I remembered everything I could remember, but then quickly forgot it again.

I sat down at Jeomsoi’s exclusive seat, which was good for viewing both sides of the road, put my legs up on the empty chair, and closed my eyes for a moment.

If nothing happened until the sun went down, I planned to close the store and leave for the Black Cat Room. Just when I was so drowsy that I didn’t know whether I was half asleep or half awake, the sound of very steady footsteps woke me up from my sweet sleep.

When I heard four footsteps in succession, I opened my eyes and looked ahead.

Kang Ho-in, wearing a robe on his head, slightly raised his head to look at me and said as he sat down on the seat outside.

“Would you like to take my order?”

I answered after taking a look at the barely visible eyes below the lip, the jawline, the sitting posture with the back straight, and the sword placed on the table.

“There is nothing but alcohol.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s prepaid.”

The man took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it at the pillar next to where I was sitting. The hermit flew through the wind and got stuck in a pillar.

Sigh!

I looked at the hermit stuck on the pillar, and then spoke to the man Bangrip.

“Throw it gently. 개새끼야.”

“… … .”

“Why are you bothering to take it out? What an idiot. Tsk.”

I went into the kitchen and brought out Dugangju for myself and some cheap alcohol for Bang Rip. I put Dugangju on my table and took the cheap alcohol to Bangrip.

“Can you throw me a drink too? sudden?”

I was about to throw my drink in the face, but clicked my tongue and put it down on the table.

As I was returning to my seat, my back felt a little tingly as if the guy with the bang-rip was glaring at me.

“Unfortunate.”

I felt thirsty watching the unlucky guest, so I poured myself a glass of tofu wine and drank it. While I was drinking, Bang Rip took out a silver needle and was dipping it into the drinking glass.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do the damn thing. “You don’t have to drink it, you idiot.”

The man, Bangrip, took a drink and looked at me blankly.

“… … .”

The eyes were so cruel that it seemed like there was a knife in them. I can’t tell if he’s staring at me or if he’s stabbing the air with his eyes.

I pretended to block the man’s unlucky gaze by drawing the blade of my hand here and there in the air.

The Bangrip man asked me.

“Are there any dry snacks?”

I responded by putting my little finger in my nose.

“how… … “Something like this?”

Bang Rip, who had poured alcohol into his mouth again, spat it out.

“Tsk!”

I glared at Bangrip while chewing the dry snacks I had prepared on the table. I waved the finely chopped beef jerky towards Bangrip and swallowed it with my mouth.

Suddenly, Bangrip and I both looked at the road at the same time.

A woman dressed in light pink and red attire like a palace guard was approaching, holding a white Buddhist altar in her hand.

The identity of the man who came first and sat down was unknown.

I knew who the woman holding the fire gin was.

It was Yoseonja (妖仙子).

Yoseonja sat far away without looking at Bangrip and looked at me.

I also spoke to Yoseonja while chewing some beef jerky.

“What you looking at. You crazy bitch. “Don’t stare, just place your order.”

Buljin is originally a Buddhist instrument used by practitioners to shake off their worries. Since she was a woman who seemed to enjoy murder for a living and was holding a fire gun, she couldn’t help but look like a crazy bitch in my eyes.

Yoseonja let out a brief sigh and swung his stick around, pretending to swat away flies, and muttered.

“What bugs… … .”

While chewing dried snacks, I looked at Yoseonja and Bangrip, and then I burped and made a sound.

Meanwhile, Yo Seon-ja and the man Bang-rip were not looking at each other, but were only looking at me.

I pointed to my face with my finger and asked two people.

“Am I that handsome? “Would you fall in love with it?”

Yoseonja responded by pretending to vomit.

At this time, Yao Xuanzi suddenly frowned and held his nose. While Yoseonja was waving his hand in front of his nose, a beggar approached him with shuffling steps on the floor.

This is what I thought while looking at this beggar.

Although all those in the open world are beggars, not all beggars in the world are open. A beggar who did not belong to the government also sat far away from Yoseonja and looked at me.

I said to the beggar:

“You beggar, who wants to sit down when you have no money?”

When the beggar smiled at me, his yellow teeth were revealed.

“You bastard Jeomsoy, if you’re confident, you can try kicking him out.”

I said, pointing at the beggar.

“Please sit down.”

The beggar giggled and laughed.

I sighed slightly.

“There are quite a few customers today.”

While drinking a glass of Dujiang wine, Yeo Yahong, who arrived with his eyes wide open, burst into laughter.

“haha… … Oh, hello, how are you?”

No one pretended to know Ye Hong, so I did it for him.

“Yeop Sohyeop, we meet again.”

Ye Yahong smiled and answered.

“uh? Yes.”

“Why did you come? “Did you come to die?”

Ye Hong looked straight into my eyes and answered.

“Is that really so? “I came because I didn’t want to die.”

I said, pointing to the seat in front of me.

“Come here and have a drink. “It’s a spherical surface.”

Ye Hong held out his hand.

“I decline.”

Still, when someone I knew came by, I was happy to ask him a question.

“Are there any more guests?”

With a nervous expression, Ye Yahong took out the Mangwucho from his arms and answered by putting it in his mouth.

“well. What do I know? “Just wait and see.”

As Yeo Yahong lit the mango candle and began to emit smoke, Yao Xuanzi, who was away, moved the fire camp around again.

In the meantime, the man wearing a bang-rip was still glaring at me.

I was startled and opened my mouth.

“f*ck, I’m surprised. Keep your eyes open and stare. 개새끼야. Wow, I was really surprised. “I can’t even see my eyes clearly because of the blindness.”

I clicked my tongue and then looked around at the guests.

A crazy guy who keeps glaring at Bang Lip, a crazy bitch wielding a fire gun, a beggar’s foot wrap, and Yeo Yahong laughing heartily… … The guests at the guesthouse are always diverse.

I pointed at the sky and babbled as much as I could.

“If I am guilty!”

“… … .”

“The only crime is collaboration. I never thought the life of a thief would be this difficult. “It sucks.”

No one responded to what I said, but I said what I wanted to say.

“This is all because I read the book wrong.”

Ye Hong asked me with a hearty smile.

“What book did you read?”

“But the only person I can talk to is Yeop Sohyeop.”

Ye Yahong smiled and nodded.

“Just think about it. “I will listen.”

“I killed the guy called the Gambling King, and there’s a book I got from his residence.”

I continued talking while chewing dry snacks.

“It was written that the strongest person in the world is a thief.”

“Oh, really?”

“Anyway, it was written in detail that the charlatan was the strongest. Those were the words of a great expert.”

Yeo Yahong answered while snickering.

“Why was such nonsense written down?”

“I know yeah.”

“So do you believe that idiot? “You’re more naive than you look.”

I answered with a straight face.

“No. You idiot. “How can you believe that?”

Ye Hong, who had been scolded, sighed with a displeased look on his face and put the Mangwucho in his mouth.

I continued speaking.

“It was my first time hearing such bullshit. But the important thing is that no one ever said that bullshit. Important things always have scarcity value. So confirmation is necessary. What would you know? Whether what is written in the book is true or not… … You have to try it to know it. “Have you tried it?”

Ye Hong responded with a surprised expression.

“Ah, so you became a charlatan. Defeat the magic enemy too. What a great person. I think you read the book quite wrong. “This is the first time I’ve seen someone act like a charlatan just because it says so in a book.”

I nodded and then smiled.

“I got the wrong book, but I think you got the wrong person.”

Ye Yahong smiled and answered.

“Do the damn thing.”

When I suddenly jumped up from my chair and made a loud noise… … .

Yeo Ya-hong, Yao Seon-ja, and Beggar Balsagae were startled and jumped up at the same time. However, the man wearing the Bangrip stopped while sitting down to grab the handle of his sword.

I sat down quietly and said.

“You idiots, it’s surprising. Ha ha ha ha ha… … .”

When I burst out laughing while slapping my thigh, the three of them sat back down with a shit-chewing expression on their faces.

I praised the man’s composure.

“I liked your cool-headedness.”

I suddenly yawned, but I covered it with my hand because I felt like a memorization would enter my mouth.

This is etiquette.

I poured half of Dugangju into an empty glass and then put my finger into it and injected it with Binggong. In an instant, the alcohol froze inside. Ye Hong, who was looking at me, asked.

“What are you doing?”

I poured fresh alcohol over the frozen alcohol and shook the glass back and forth. Dugangju has become very refreshing.

I raised my glass to the assholes and then spoke.

“This is ice wine.”

I took a sip of the ice wine and then wiped my mouth.

“Hey… “It tastes like this.”

I put down my frozen drink while wondering who to throw it at. This is because a man in his mid-thirties was walking towards Chunmong Guesthouse, pretending to be very busy.

He was a man with a monotonous expression and dull eyes.

He stopped in front of the guesthouse for a moment and looked at Ye Hong, pointing at me. Ye Yahong said.

“Yes, that’s right.”

A busy-looking man nodded, walked straight over and sat down across from me.

The man rubbed his hands together and asked me bluntly.

“Young man, why are you interfering with other people’s business? Our business has suffered enormous casualties and property damage. How are we going to compensate for all this? I don’t think your neck alone can handle it. “Who is this guy?”

Ye Yahong answered.

“I am the head of Haomun, a new sect located in the Nanhwa area. The forces under him included Heukmyobang, Heukseonbo, and Nammyeonghoe, and separately, he mainly killed black swords masters such as Paegeom Hoeju, Daenachal, Teacher Su, and Lee Ryong Nogun.”

“What’s special about it?”

“My subordinates usually only train me, and I tend to move things myself.”

The man who heard the explanation nodded slightly and asked me.

“Are you a hero? “Why are you doing this?”

This guy caught the mood so much that I tried to answer him politely.

“But who are you?”

“… … .”

“You just say it out loud and go. “As soon as I arrived, it was a f*cking plague.”

I suddenly tried to instigate conflict between superiors and subordinates.

“And I am not Hao Wenzhou. How does this pale young guy look like the head of a certain sect? Moonju avoided first, and I took his place… … .”

I looked at the guy in front of me and Ye Hong with the most innocent expression possible.

‘… … Did it work?’

The man in front of me glared at me and asked Ye Hong.

“What happened? “They say no.”

Ye Yahong answered in a calm tone.

“Hao Wenju, that’s right. “Please understand that this is a crazy person playing a prank.”

I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair with my left hand.

“You got caught right away. “They’re not ordinary guys.”

The man narrowed his eyes and glared at me. I had no choice but to sell someone I knew.

“I also know the Murim Lord, so please take it in moderation.”

As was my habit during Jeomsoy, I shook my legs and glared at the guy in front of me. A man who looked like a mid-level executive answered with his head tilted crookedly.

“We also don’t have a good relationship with Lord Lim. Did you two know each other?”

I crossed my arms and then changed my words.

“Because I also know the leader of the Demonic Cult. “Don’t make fun of me.”

It’s not a joke.

The complexions of the guys in front of me, Ye Hong, Yao Xianzi, Bang Lip, and the beggar’s feet hardened.

‘It worked.’

After setting the tone, I spoke in a dignified tone.

“That is me.”

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