171 – EP.7 Truth-1

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The woman who entered the village moved to a place where there were many people.

Through the crowds of the noisy market, the woman found an inn.

When I sold a little more footwork, I saw a very small inn.

She went in without hesitation.

After a cup of tea, she opened her ears.

At a late lunch, at a drinking party opened early by people who finished work early, stories are heard.

“Fortress farming…”

“In the closet…”

At the moment when the information that was not nutritious was repeated, a story came up that would interest her.

It was a story about a madman.

As is usually the case with rumors, there were inflated parts here and there.

The woman judged the rumor in her own way and succeeded in deriving one piece of information.

After drinking the tea, the woman stood up, paid for it, and left the inn.

The sword at her waist groaned lowly.

***

The woman walked all day and arrived at the beginning of a certain mountain.

At first glance, the mountain looked steep, but it was rather steep, so we had to climb it.

Because I had to confirm the rumors.

‘I’m a crazy soldier…’

For some reason, he may have fallen into a drunken stupor, or he may have suddenly developed madness.

No matter what the story, it is a risk factor that can damage the grassroots.

And suppressing that risk factor was her duty after inheriting the three generations of martial arts.

The woman started climbing the mountain.

It was a hike that started with a gentle slope at first, but the slope gradually increased.

It wasn’t difficult, but it couldn’t be helped that it took time.

“beautiful….”

As she climbed close to the summit, her eyes caught a spectacular view down the cliff.

She forgot her purpose for a moment and looked at the scenery.

The beautiful and peaceful nature aroused her mind slightly.

“…I have to go up again.”

Traces of people who were invisible on the mountainside began to appear near the summit.

She wondered if it was a village built by people who could not pay taxes and fled, but she confirmed the truth of the rumor that there was only one owner of the trail.

“It must be someone you can handle.”

If you are a more constant master, things get complicated.

In response to the man’s traces that gradually thickened, she drew her sword.

The sword rang the mountain.

Preparing for any surprise attack, she slowly moved her feet.

As people passed by and I followed the road, I saw a shabby building.

Judging by its appearance, it looked like a space where bandits used to stay.

‘The sign is…’

If it was a stronghold of bandits, I couldn’t feel the presence of many people who should have felt it.

She reached out and opened the door.

– Kikiiik

The sound of the old wooden door opening made the atmosphere of the mountain dreary.

“The inside… it’s cleaner than I thought, right?”

She muttered as she looked at the expansive interior.

“…There’s a person over there.”

Why not hide it? A presence is felt in a building.

The building seems to have been recently renovated.

She, Cheong-yeon, who inherited the name of Bingryun Gong, entered the building.

***

Just like opening the main door, when I opened the door to the building, the orange light of the setting sun entered the building.

As soon as she opened the door, a stench filled her nostrils.

“……”

Covering her nose with an oversized sleeve, she searched for the source of the smell, and quickly found it.

A small coffin was placed in the center of the building, where only the floor, pillars and roof existed.

And there was something in the shape of a man wrapped in bandages on the coffin, and a woman was sitting in front of it, stroking it.

“Whoa… you’re a sleepyhead. You’re sleeping despite me urging you like this.”

The woman muttered in a sweet voice.

Cheongyeon doubted her ears.

She moved her leg and moved closer.

“Haa… It’s so nice to have the two of you like this. You think so too, don’t you? My lovely disciple.”

A woman sitting in front of the coffin slightly raised herself and rubbed her face against the corpse.

The woman seemed to be okay with the smell, which was difficult to keep her spirits intact.

“I hope you wake up soon. I’m a little bored.”

Now, as they held hands, the woman muttered, and Cheongyeon couldn’t stand it and called the woman’s name.

“…possession?”

With Cheongyeon’s words, the woman’s actions stopped.

The woman called Soyou didn’t look back at Cheongyeon’s words, but raised her hand and stroked the head of the corpse in the coffin, which is presumed to be the head.

“Inho. Wait. Just leave for a moment. Don’t be too sad.”

As soon as the words were finished, Soyou’s body turned into a blur and disappeared.

“!!!”

Cheongyeon reflexively raised her sword to defend herself, but a dull impact hit her chest.

Chungyeon, who was hit by Soyou’s kick, broke the door and flew away, falling alive into the yard.

“Ugh…”

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Despite the shock to the extent that it was difficult to breathe, Cheongyeon stood up using the sword as a walking stick and took a posture.

However, there was no figure of Soyou in front of her eyes.

“What is your year? Did you come here?”

When Soyou, who had come behind her, spoke, Cheongyeon swung her sword.

The sharp sword drew a semicircle and aimed at Soyou’s head, but Soyou ducked to avoid it and then thrust his palm into Cheongyeon’s belly.

“Kyaaak!!”

The shock was alleviated with ice, but a shock that could not be ignored still shook Cheongyeon’s body.

Cheongyeon rolled over the dirt floor several times.

“This is In-ho and I’s nest. This is not the place you’re coming from.”

As if threatening, the ground rumbled as Soyou stamped his foot containing the bet.

“Soyou… Inho… is he dead?”

Stumbling up, Cheong-yeon asked So-you, just in case.

“……”

The movement of Soyou, who seemed ready to run into Cheongyeon’s question, stopped.

“I just… heard rumors of a dangerous man, and came here to check.”

Inserting the sword, Cheongyeon revealed that she had no intention of fighting.

“Soyu… Is Inho really dead?”

“no.”

When Cheongyeon asked again, Soyou answered immediately.

“No, he’s not dead. You saw it too. He’s sleeping like that over there?”

Like a broken doll, Soyou smiled broadly.

And tears flowed from her eyes.

“I’m not dead. I’m not dead!!”

Every time Soyou screamed, flames burned fiercely in her body.

The tears running down his cheeks evaporated in an instant.

“Own… you…”

Cheongyeon was speechless when she saw a fragment of the momentum emanating from Soyou.

It was because the size of Soyou’s inner potency was several times greater than that of his teacher.

“I’m not dead!!!!”

Seeing Soyou’s flame burning with a dull light, Cheongyeon shut her mouth.