A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 16



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16.

“It’s dangerous! The slaughterhouse is a group of assassins recognized even in the Heavenly Demon War. If you think about the executives, and even the Sa brothers, who are the leaders… … .”

“So, take care of yourself. Until I finish everything.”

Chu Hongran’s face turned into a sad expression due to her worries. Jang Yiseo smiled and quickly turned his head away.

The crescent moon shining in the night sky is truly beautiful.

But do they know?

It’s not the moon that’s being attacked, it’s the guys trying to catch it.

‘I guess I should go to Cheonma High School for the first time in a while.’

It was a night that made me think a lot in many ways.

* * *

– Three days later.

It was a day like any other, with a spring breeze blowing gently.

On the round bridge that resembled a rainbow over the lake, children played and old people spent their time casting fishing rods.

As always, a quiet afternoon in Wolha Village.

Black Dragon’s Yongtae and Megi were leaning against the railing and eating chicken skewers.

“After all, there’s nothing better than chicken skewers after a meal.”

“That’s why. The chef here is good. I told you. This place deserves to be paid for protection.”

“There’s no other place that actually accepts money.”

“Hey kid. That’s what mutual aid is.”

“Yes, that’s right, brother.”

Two people laughing together.

They may be called gangsters, but if you get to know them, they don’t seem like gangsters at all.

But just then, Meg’s expression hardened and she whispered.

“Brother, something very strange came into my sight.”

“What. There’s nothing on the lake shore. There’s a carp.”

“Not in front, but to the side.”

Yongtae turned his head to the side to look ahead. Then, he saw a group of people he had never seen before approaching from the end of the bridge.

They all had different appearances, but the large man in the center had a pigtail with a ponytail that was tied around the crown of his head, just like a Yuan general.

Other than that, they’re all pretty scary looking guys.

“They seem to be from another village… … Should I call the kids together?”

“No, wait a minute.”

Yongtae pressed Meggi’s shoulder, who was still looking straight ahead, and watched them approaching intently with a crooked posture.

And little by little his pupils dilated.

“I, the authors!”

“Do you know anyone?”

“I know,” Yongtae answered with trembling lips.

“You go to the market right now. Give that gentleman a pipe.”

“Huh? I haven’t seen that guy in a few days.”

“If you’re still in Wolha Village… … it’s already too late to escape.”

“Huh?”

While Meggi was startled, Yongtae suddenly turned his head. And then a group of people passed by behind him.

I saw a catfish then.

Even though they have absolutely nothing in common, they have just one thing in common.

I’m saying that there is something similar.

These are the two letters engraved on each hand and neck.

To kill. To kill.

“A, a slaughterhouse… … .”

They, the worst assassination group in the Demonic Cult, have arrived at Wolha Village.

*

Three years ago.

The day Mao was promoted to the position of Seven Prince and entered the Seven Little Palace.

That day was the happiest day of my life.

‘Hey! Brother Lee Shin allowed you to live together! Hahahaha! Didn’t I tell you to trust only me?’

I was happy to be free from Maga, who had treated me like a slave and abused me, and I was overjoyed that Mysin, who had never listened to me while I was alive, had allowed me to enter the palace with the servants who had been my friends.

‘Me, really?’

‘Really?’

‘Okay! Now just trust me and live comfortably without worrying about what others think.’

‘Maoya… … .’

They were so lively and smiled brightly, embracing each other in joy and sorrow.

But just like good days don’t last long for the unfortunate.

The very next day… … .

‘Hey, Cheol-yeong… … Jang-deuk!’

The most unpleasant day of his life had arrived.

The guys were crying in gratitude, but I made fun of them and swallowed my painful saliva.

however.

why.

‘Eww!’

He held onto the corpses of his friends who had been torn apart in a horrible way and screamed incessantly.

But the despair didn’t end there.

‘You’re letting them go? You’re saying that’s what those kids did. But why are you letting them go!’

The two people walk out normally, giggling, while being greeted by the executives waiting outside Horongdang.

A muscular man with golden teeth and a long knife scar on the left corner of his mouth, Sa Do-cheol. And next to him is his younger brother Sa Ho-jeong, with his hair tied up in a ponytail.

The Sassi brothers of the slaughterhouse.

They were let out, saying they were innocent.

There is one reason.

‘older brother?’

A man receiving greetings from the Sa brothers from a distance in a carriage.

Bloodless Mycin.

Because he was behind this incident.

‘I am ashamed as the head of the household. The consensus from above is that it is better to resolve household issues within the household… … Still, I have decided that it is my last duty to inform the Seven Princes of the cause, so I have invited you here. Then… … Please look into it.’

I couldn’t even hear the words of the Horongdangju, who was in charge of the security of Cheonsan. Myshin just glanced at me indifferently. Only his expression was deeply engraved in my mind.

That expression on his face as if nothing happened even though everything was discovered.

‘What will change if you don’t listen?’

Those eyes seem to be saying exactly that.

At that moment, everything fell apart for Mao.

You shouldn’t have brought me. If someone like me were to do that, then that’s how it is. Who would take care of me like that? I’m a newbie who can’t do anything.

Endless self-abuse and pessimism.

On that day, Mao put everything down and became a loser.

You might as well hate me, because I’ll hate you too.

That way, no matter who dies, there won’t be any pain.

“under…….”

Mao’s eyes opened. A familiar and suffocating sight entered his vision. An old ceiling with a faded yellow dragon engraved on it.

It’s Chilsogung.

It had already been three days since Majingu had come and gone. Mao got up from bed, scratched his head, went out the broken door, and looked around the hallways on both sides.

also.

Today, as always, it is quiet without a single ant.

“Then that’s right.”

Mao snickered as if he had expected it, and trudged to the end of the hallway. Then he sat down cross-legged on the edge of the floor.

Knock knock.

Then, as I opened the sliding doors wide to the left and right, sunlight streamed in and a green bamboo forest appeared before my eyes.

The main gate has disappeared somewhere, and a dark forest path can be seen in front of it.

There was no trace of him anywhere.

They talked excitedly about being Naegini and Sogyoju, but in the end, it was all a bluff. They were afraid of the slaughterhouse and ran far away.

“What about the assistant? I didn’t expect that!”

… … Isn’t that right? Did you do it?

“No way. Hahaha!”

Mao burst into a forced laugh, but quickly returned to his indifferent expression. Then he looked straight ahead and muttered.

“It’s only natural that he should go. He must have been scared inside too. It’s for the best. Since you’ve already gone, go far away. And don’t come back.”

Hmm. Mao snorted, straightened his back, and straightened his posture.

Ss …

Then, after a while, the bamboo began to sway and his ears perked up.

come.

The uncomfortably dizzying sound of leaves. The faint, pungent smell of blood.

They are the guys.

Thud, thud.

A group of people walk through the dark alley shaded by bamboo.

The worst assassination group in the Demonic Cult.

“Slaughterhouse… … .”

And the one leading them was someone Mao knew. He was one of the cadres who had welcomed the Sa brothers after they were released from the Horongdang three years ago.

“Greetings to the Seven Princes.”

A tall, tall warrior with a pigtail and cool eyes who does not yield to Mao.

“I have come to preach from the slaughterhouse.”

6th in the slaughterhouse hierarchy.

The assassin with the pigtail was a devil.

* * *

Meanwhile, at that time.

In Wolha Village, the believers who knew nothing were trembling with fear.

“Ugh, euaaaang!”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Villagers squat down against the bridge railing, with a mother hugging her three-year-old girl in the center.

Everyone’s eyes were trembling like aspen trees in anxiety, and their skin was pale.

It was natural.

“You.”

“No. Didn’t this kid already get kicked out?”

Those who were rummaging around with their threatening knives drawn, as if they were hunting for something. It was because of the assassins from the slaughterhouse.

The standard way to kill someone is to steal their life without anyone knowing. However, these people had no such option.

Even in broad daylight, they used violence without hesitation, and their methods of searching were ignorant and violent.

“There must be at least one kid among these who knows something.”

Even now, they are arresting villagers as soon as they appear, forcing them into one place without explanation, and brandishing sharp knives at them.

Fear spread like an epidemic, and I wished they would ask me something quickly.

And luckily, one of the assassins took out a dragonfly and spread it out, asking.

“Everyone, look straight ahead. From now on, if you’ve ever seen a guy like this, raise your hand and tell me. If you find him quickly, you’ll be fine, but the later you wait… … .”

The assassin who was explaining glanced at the back of the hand of the man standing next to him holding on to the railing. Then, he swung his dagger down at him.

“Kwaaaaak!”

A scream poured out, and the corners of the assassin’s mouth slightly raised. Then he pulled out his sword again and continued speaking.

“It’s going to get noisy. So if you know something, don’t hesitate and just tell me quickly. Well, it doesn’t matter if I answer late. I like noise. Especially when a girl or a child cries… … I can’t stand it.”

“Ahhhh… … .”

As the assassin licked his lips, Hye-i’s mother hugged her child tighter and shut her eyes tightly.

There was no use complaining. This was Cheonsan, the holy land of the devil. It was a sin to be weak. All I could do for now was pray that this time would pass safely.

But now it’s just the beginning.

“Hehe, why aren’t you answering? Oh, you took my words as x? Okay. Let’s see.”

An assassin began to advance through the crowd, pushing through people.

The other assassins who were watching from behind laughed, saying that that bastard was starting again, and then went to the other side to look for a target.

and.

“There was a kid hiding here?”

Hook. The assassin crouched down among the crowd, licking his bloody dagger and locking eyes with the three-year-old girl.

With an eerie smile.

“Ah, no… … !”

Everyone despaired at the situation that was about to unfold, and tears welled up in the eyes of the child and the mother.

Please, please, someone help me.

I was so scared that I couldn’t even utter a word, so I desperately pleaded inwardly.

Then at that time.

Swish. Someone covered the girl’s eyes with one hand, while magically snatching the assassin’s knife with the other hand and immediately stabbing it into her neck.

“……ah?”

So fast that I didn’t even have time to scream.

The child’s mother was so surprised by this that she covered her mouth with her hand and turned her head to the side, shivering.

Then there he was.

An old man who brought his index finger to his lips and smiled.

No, I’m talking about Jang Il-seo disguised as an old man.

with a plop!

He threw the assassin over the railing and walked forward, straightening his bent back.

He, who had been in hiding for three days, reappeared in Wolha Village.

“What the heck, that kid. Did you really kill him? Hey, you punk. I told you up top to just scare him and not kill him.”

The assassins going in the opposite direction turn around at the sound of water and the villagers’ commotion.

“Isn’t this just making things worse? Wait a minute. What’s with that kid?”

As they were talking, their gazes were fixed on the back of an old man walking away alone.

Then they looked at each other for a moment, made dubious expressions, and quickly walked towards the villagers.

And then I realized.

“F*ck… … catch that kid!”

That the corpse floating on the lake was not a villager, but an assassin from the slaughterhouse.

#Assistance, the beginning (3)