The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 80

Episode 80 It’s only mine.

“It’s not surprising anymore.”

I looked calmly at Baek So-ah and Black So-yeong, who had fainted without my permission.

During my time as Gwangma, I had beaten female demon heads known for their evil deeds, but I had never randomly beaten to death a woman who was much weaker than me.

What’s more, they test my conscience in its weakest state by making me faint.

Suddenly, I remembered the expressions of several women and compared them with the faces of the two stunned women.

Wicked people do not distinguish between men and women.

However, the common feature of the Yeomadoodles is that they do not have any luck on their faces. Most of the time, you see a glimpse of s*x where good luck would be.

It’s not because they show off a man, but because of the martial arts they practice.

This is because Yeomadus who have learned Chaeyangboeum, such as the art of benign copulation, often forcibly take away the vital energy of boys and young men to maintain their youth.

The problem is that they were experts who had been fighting for quite a long time when they faced each other during the Gwangma era, so even if they face each other now, they are opponents who should not let down their guard.

I looked closely to see if Baek So-ah and Black So-yeong, who had fainted, were the young women I knew in my past life. If it were them, I was planning to kill them right here in advance.

“Not you.”

I grabbed White So-ah and Black Major by their collars, made them sit down, and then slapped them on the cheek.

slam! slap!

“Consider yourself lucky.”

The two people who had fainted gradually came to their senses.

Outside, people were still chanting “Fire!” and heading towards the stadium, but there was no risk of it spreading into a large fire. This is because the stadium is an independent building in the first place and has a hollow structure below the center.

As soon as the two opened their eyes, they shed tears again.

“Stop crying.”

I said as I went to the corner and lightly washed my face.

“You’d better close the mouth before throwing it into the fire pit.”

After washing my face, I put down the chair in front of the bed, sat down, and glared at the two people.

Because I am a kind guy by nature, I explained the background of fire play.

“The Narakhoe has disappeared. Dong Bang-yeon died, Commander Pyeong died, and Gu Yang-bok died. Many others died. If you don’t want to ascend to heaven and open a rainbow gambling house with those who fell behind first, answer the questions carefully. okay?”

The two people spoke briefly, as if their blood pressure was relieved.

“yes.”

“I made a promise with my old suit like a man. If I defeat the entire Molar Society, I will have everything of the Molar Society. As you can see, I won, and Gu Yang-bok cried out for Gaepyeong and ascended to heaven. I’m worried that in heaven I’ll have to stop gambling. “Please take a moment to pray for Gu Yang Bok’s soul and meditate.”

“… … .”

I said as I fumbled around in my arms where I kept the flash dagger.

“Would you like to have a moment of silence if you draw your sword?”

“I’ll do it.”

I watched the two people meditate with their eyes closed. The black major had fluttering under her eyes, and Baek So-ah had her eyes closed and her white snot was dripping.

“Now open your eyes.”

I asked the two people who opened their eyes in a positive tone.

“You must have gone to a good place, right?”

Black Major and White Minor answered at the same time.

“yes.”

I answered with a straight face.

“no. “That can’t be possible.”

“… … .”

“You can go to a good place only if there are one or two people who have betrayed you. You shouldn’t go to nice places. “Am I right or not?”

“you’re right.”

“Because he died by fire, he would have gone straight to the entrance of hell. Tomorrow my men will come driving carts and carriages. As much as you know where Gu Yang-bok has hidden his assets, please cooperate with my minions so that they can safely recover the funds of the Narakhoe. “Can you do it?”

“yes. You can.”

“Good. Get some rest. If you take the opportunity to run away just because your blood pressure has been released… … know? “Rainbow gambling house.”

Baek So-ah said.

“Isn’t there a fire spreading outside?”

“Flames? Right. “I will stop the flames.”

“Can’t you just let us go?”

“Shut up. Putting out the fire is the priority.”

I got up, pulled back the curtain of the Phoenix VIP room, and went outside. Of course, the fire is only burning at the stadium. While walking around looking at the chaotic streets, I entered the empty Hell Guest House.

* * *

Jeomsoy Jopal was nowhere to be seen, and Baekju, which I had not touched, was still there. Of course, all the warriors of the Narakhoe have disappeared.

Just as I sent Jeomsoi Ilbo to the Black Cat Room, it seems that Jeomsoi Jo Pal went to Nammyeonghoe with Gu Yang Bok’s letter.

I rolled up my sleeves and muttered.

“Should we take a look at the gambling king’s residence?”

I went inside, passed through a narrow hallway, looked around the kitchen, Jeomsoy’s room, and the warehouse in turn, and then arrived at the end of the hallway.

The thick iron door, which did not match the guest room, was blatantly propped up.

Since I didn’t take the key from the corpse, I took out the flash dagger and heated it with the salt system. He slowly pushed the red glowing dagger into the keyhole, then stepped back and kicked the iron door.

Quang!

A large room similar in size to the entire guest room appeared. Looking around, I saw that the gambling king’s residence was nothing more than a large prison. This is because the owner of the house did not leave the house to protect the money he had saved so long.

“The guy called the gambling king lived a meaningless life.”

The inside was full of all kinds of expensive-looking furniture and collectibles.

How could this be a luxury item that a guest house owner could afford? I wasn’t interested in antiques or objects with aesthetic value, so I just looked at them.

When I went to the desk that Gu Yang-bok used, there was a broken book lying there.

“The Narakhoe was attacked by some crazy guy. I can’t gauge the level of martial arts, many techniques didn’t work, and I also know details about the Narakhoe. So far, he has received orders from the Nammyeong Council and provided support in both material and material ways, but has never asked for help.”

The letter was written up to this point and there was an ink line drawn in the center.

Suddenly, I looked at the wall to the right of my desk and saw that there were six portraits of someone hanging there. I didn’t know the first to fifth portraits, but I easily recognized the last portrait.

Namgarak (南佳峈) of Nammyeonghoeju.

It seems that Narakhoe sponsored six Nammyeonghoe owners in the past.

I stared at Namgarak’s portrait for a moment. Of course, I knew his name and face, but since I had never competed with him in person, I had to rely on information and memory.

“He was doing well and was suddenly killed by Go Soo. Who was Go Soo? “It wasn’t a monk, it was an unknown assassin.”

The person who killed Namgarak was not proud, so it was buried for a long time as if it were a mysterious case. Nammyeonghoe, who lost Hoeju, revealed that the murderer was Ilwidogang, an assassin group, and declared all-out war.

After that, Nammyeonghoe collapsed.

However, in Gangho, there was more talk about the defeated Nammyeonghoe.

This is because the victorious Ilwidogang suffered a heavy blow, and also because Nammyeonghoe waged an extremely bloody war against the quite powerful Ilwidogang.

Since they are crazy people who will fight until the organization collapses, it was necessary to think about how to deal with Nammyeonghoe.

The case of Ilwidogang killing Nammyeonghoeju was also of no use at the moment as it had to wait several years.

Suddenly, I took Namgarak’s portrait off the wall. I took off the rest of the portraits and threw them on the floor, then looked at the wall. Near the center, covered by six portraits, was an iron door that looked like a secret safe.

It was an unusual iron door with no visible keyhole or lock. I looked at the wall and ceiling, then followed an imaginary line and looked back at the desk. No matter how you look at it, it was a structure that had no choice but to be opened using an engine connected to the desk.

After opening and closing the desk drawers one by one, I grabbed the inkstone on the desk and tried to lift it, but it wouldn’t move. When I pressed the inkstone gently, I felt a fairly strong repulsive force.

I pressed the inkstone using a combination of appropriate external force and tension.

Then, a clattering sound rang out from somewhere.

When I went to the wall and pushed the iron door, the iron door opened outward with a clicking sound, followed by another mechanical sound.

“… … !”

As soon as I heard the wind whistling, I stepped aside. A steel needle fired from inside the iron door flew out and stuck in the wall on the other side.

Sigh!

What on earth did they hide to prepare for something like this?

Looking inside from a little distance, I saw a ridiculously thin piece of metal cut straight. Since I couldn’t just touch it, I took the lamp from the desk and illuminated the inside.

“hmm… … .”

I thought it was golden, but it’s black.

The surface looked rough and hard.

I took out the flash dagger and pushed it in, then took out an unidentifiable piece of metal and brought it to the desk. After making sure that no poison was applied to the surface, the tip of the flash dagger was used to mark the surface of the metal.

Although the lines were finely drawn, as if engraving letters, the tip of the flash dagger did not penetrate at all.

“It’s Hyeoncheol.”

Gu Yang-bok, who had already paid a lot of money, would not have had the intention of offering even Hyeon-cheol to Nammyeonghoe. I was curious as to where I got this, but the person I was asking about was already dead.

I moved the flat string inside the iron door onto the desk. Beyond that, I saw a small booklet and a black ring, but I looked at Hyeoncheol first.

Something came to mind, so I tried to match the shape with the flash dagger, and it turned out to be a black long sword.

This is truly amazing.

I wasn’t surprised because this was a long sword made of iron, but I was more curious about how it was split.

What expert in the world could cut a sword made of iron into pieces like this?

Not only during my Gwangma days, but even the top level experts who were stronger than me would not have been able to cut Hyeoncheol to this point.

Gu Yang-bok probably tried to melt it all down and make a new weapon.

However, the reason why it was kept here is no longer known.

I’m no ironsmith, but this thing looked like it was at least hundreds of years old. There is a common perception that weapons made of iron will never be cut, but after seeing this result, I changed my stereotype. There is no example in the world where an object is never cut.

The owner of the long sword was probably a great expert.

But when that strong long sword broke, the owner would have died along with it. The beliefs I had in my heart would also have been broken. Only then did I understand to some extent what Gwangseung had said to me.

“If your beliefs are broken, you too are dead, so there is no need to worry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Literally.”

Rather, it sounded as if it would be difficult to elevate martial arts to a higher level if one was greatly concerned about military skills. Only then did I realize that Gwangseung’s words should be interpreted differently depending on my experience and skills. Perhaps in my past life, I would not have understood even half of what Gwangseung said.

I took out the booklet and ring from inside the iron door again, placed them on the desk, and read the thin booklet first.

The greatest swordsman, Ouyang Mugeuk.

A heavy sword.

I smiled as soon as I saw the following text.

“Ouyang Mugeuk competed against me, who had no prestige, seven times and lost all of them. He was a man with great pride, but in any case, the strong will always win. I already knew I would win before the match, so I was calm about the outcome. However, Ouyang Mugeuk could not accept this. They didn’t even ask me the reason for the defeat. I understand the feelings of the powerful people, but how can I explain that Ouyang Mugeuk is not able to advance to the next level because of that feeling? In the end, when I pointed out his shortcomings, the response was that it was too late to learn again. My thoughts are different. How can it be late or fast in learning? But I also know that things don’t always go as people want. When I honestly told Ouyang Mugeuk that I had only competed in a powerhouse a few times in response to his question, he was even more shocked. I didn’t mean to put him in a state of evil, but Ouyang Wugeuk only trained his sword for a long time, and the training of his mind was nowhere near the level of swordsmanship. There are many cases like this among strong people. At the request of Ouyang Mugeuk, who was dying without being able to overcome his emotional wounds, I am leaving a brief summary of the martial arts swordsmanship I encountered. After acquiring the sword technique, one must use it for the right things. It is predicted that if you use it for wrong things, you will be miserable.

Established child.”

Since the tone was the same as that written in Geumgu Soyogong’s secret book, I already realized that it was a booklet written by an established person while I was reading it.

The reason Gu Yang-bok hid this is simple.

The level of martial arts of established people is too high.

Even if he read it, he would not have known what it meant because he was not a martial arts scholar that Gu Yang-bok could dare to pass up. Moreover, he must have been bothered by the prophecy that the word would become miserable if used for incorrect purposes.

However, there is no one in the contemporary world who understands the established people more than me.

Therefore, the swordsmanship of Ouyang Mugeuk would become a swordsmanship that only I could clearly understand in the world.

Suddenly this thought occurred to me.

To challenge the established man who created Geumgu Soyogong seven times… … .

Ouyang Mugeuk, just how strong were you?

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