172 – EP.7 Truth-2

***

Anhui, night.

A woman found Murimmaeng.

Being an identified person, she was not stopped by any guards.

Also, they didn’t say much about ‘whatever’ she was carrying.

She entered a building.

In the building called ‘Recorder’, a man was dozing off as if people were not frequent.

“What are you here for?”

When the man, awakened by the presence of people, rubbed his eyes and asked, the woman quietly held out her identity card.

The man who saw her identity card looked shocked, but soon straightened his expression.

“Show me the list of meng.”

In a voice filled with indescribable emotion, the man took out what she said from the library.

What was urgent, the woman opened the book in a standing position.

The woman, who began to read the record carefully from the front, stopped moving at a certain point.

“No… no…”

The woman staggered out of the scorer.

After a storm passed, the man who remained stared blankly at the door the woman had left.

The woman left the Murim blind and walked aimlessly.

‘Something’ on the fork rattled with every step she took.

[Go to the scorer, look at the roster.]

Two weeks ago, Hanam. These were the words I heard from an unexpected person I met in the wild.

As soon as she saw the face of the person who seemed to have no emotions, she was angry and attacked.

Several battles followed, and soon the opponent inserted a sword and virtually declared surrender.

The other person asked what had happened, and she cut out the memory of the day she had piled up in her heart alone with a knife.

Every word, word for word, was painful and bitter in my heart.

Recalling the last image of the living disciple, she burst into tears and sat down on the ground.

The opponent, Cheongyeon, approached her cautiously and tapped her on the shoulder with a clumsy hand.

Read at noblemtl. com

Did you cry for a long time?

On top of Soyou’s head, whose crying had subsided, Cheongyeon’s words filled with hesitation fell.

[Think of it as just talking to yourself.]

[Go to the scorer, look at the roster.]

I couldn’t say I was on good terms with her because of her eccentric personality and the relationship between her teachers, but I knew she wasn’t talking nonsense.

Soyou held on to her horse and headed for Anhui. carrying his own disciple.

and today. Seeing a phrase found in the list, Soyou felt sick to her stomach.

“Wow!”

After getting out of the castle and walking on the wide plain, Soyou couldn’t calm his stomachache and vomited.

She hadn’t eaten for several days, so all that came out was thick saliva, but she continued to vomit what was inside.

Maybe it was the last remaining reason.

After gagging for a while, she sat on the ground in an exhausted state.

She undid the shoulder strap and looked at Inho, who was lying on the rack.

“In-ho… what’s all this about…”

As if the world had collapsed, she muttered in vain.

***

1 year later.

A woman stepped into a small bookstore.

A woman wearing a black uniform and a white outerwear looked around the bookstore.

“welcome.”

The owner of the bookstore welcomed the customer who hadn’t been in a while.

The owner approached the customer who was walking around the bookstore, gently sweeping the outside of the book with his hand.

“Do you have the book you are looking for?”

“If I tell you, will the owner find you?”

For a long time, the young woman suddenly threw up a rude word, but the bookstore owner replied with a sad face.

“Yes. Just tell me.”

“I’m looking for a sprayer of cat masks. Aren’t they here?”

At the woman’s question, the bookstore owner jumped back and threw the memorized words hidden in his sleeve.

But there was nothing in the place where the memorization had passed.

“Looks like you’ve come to the right place. You’ll have to guide me.”

The woman who grabbed the bookstore owner by the neck dragged him into the bookstore.

He thought he could hear a loud noise, but as soon as it calmed down, Hoseong, the owner of the sunspot, gently closed his eyes.

“It’s coming.”

To find oneself after only a year, it was to the point of being in awe of the opponent who had grown up in the blink of an eye.

A situation where there is no way out. He decided to calmly accept his end.

– Kung!

With a dull thud, the door opened and a blast of heat hit his face.

After the heat passed, the smell of burning flesh followed.

The Shinigami who would end her life was a woman with a calm face.

“Should I say it’s been a while?”

“That’s right.”

Hoseong massaged his right shoulder with his left hand.

There was nothing below the right elbow.

“Are you here for revenge?”

When Hoseong calmly asked, the woman smiled.

“Revenge… yes, you could call it revenge.”

The woman murmured, remembering something far away.

“But before that… you have to confide in me.”

“Are you talking about the client?

Hoseong fell forward.

His severed left arm fell to the floor.

“Don’t stop the bleeding.”

A woman’s palm stuck to the cut surface.

– Chi-Ik

The sound of flesh burning echoed through the cellar.

“Uhhhhh…”

It sounded like a thunderstorm in front of my eyes.

With a face bent forward in excruciating pain, a woman held out a piece of paper.

“This is the record I saw in the roster last year. It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me. There are many ways to find it… But if you tell me, it will save me a lot of time.”

“Ughhhhh”

As Hoseong gritted his teeth and said, the woman smiled kindly.

“Why not?”

The woman said with an infinitely benevolent face.

“I will kill you without pain.”

At the offer without bargaining, Hoseong looked at the record in front of him again.

It contained a record of the succession of martial arts.

[Succession to Destiny]

Former Yeom Jin

後 Possession of Namgung

[Transition Disciple]

Former Namgung Owner

Post vacancy, succession to immediate disciple

“My master, who went to handle the succession of Yeomrun Gong… why didn’t he write down Inho’s name… who the yeonmyeons related to this are… tell me what you know.”