A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 257



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257.

#I will ask for your guilt

– Seonyeong Paegeommun.

As the uproar in Cheonghae came to an end, there were small changes to the Paegeommun Gate.

“Haha, does it suit your taste?”

“I don’t know if it’s okay to give this much to a slave.”

A nobleman sitting awkwardly at a well-prepared banquet and grumbling.

Maoda, the Seven Princes who rose from slave to high status.

“Haha, you too, Mr. Chil-gong-ja. You said something by mistake before… … . How mischievous!”

“What is a mistake?”

His identity was revealed, and the executives of the Cheonghae branch were busy trying to please him.

“Bald prehistoric man, water.”

“Haha, I’m not bald, I’m a hemp monk.”

“whatever.”

Heh heh, you really are a hothead. Master Jiseung quickly stepped aside.

But no one complained.

It wasn’t just because of his status.

It is because he was buried in Zhang Liao’s tomb, and the divine presence that Mao showed was also shocking.

Even though he was exhausted, didn’t he defeat Eun-ak-seong, one of the Eight Ark Lords of the Apostolic League, with one blow?

If you’ve shown that much, it’s natural for the Demonic Cult to treat you like a superior.

“But when on earth is Jang-seo coming? What on earth are you going to do with Jeong-pa Ddaeng-jung?”

“That’s right. Should I put in a call to the branch manager?”

“it’s okay.”

To be honest, Mao didn’t understand what was happening. It was also about bringing back Shin Seung alive when he was trying to kill him.

“Why did you burn the Neungga-gyeong? For whom did you want it?”

That’s right. To destroy the world’s most sought-after masterpiece? In the end, isn’t the mission a failure?

“if…….”

Mao muttered meaningfully while eating dried squid. The ears of Miao Chae-kyung and the cadres perked up.

“Did you get excited because you stepped on the dangjung? Everyone saw that. Jang-seo hitting the dangjung’s head with the heel. Wow, I saw him again. He wasn’t human.”

What the heck, that’s ridiculous. Myo Chae-kyung turned her head away, snorting.

But.

“That’s right. If you think about it, when the Blood Cult bastards ate Hwagolsan to kill themselves, didn’t they intentionally extract the poison so they wouldn’t die? Wow, even their esophagus melted away… … It was horrible.”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

“right.”

Even the executives all responded in unison.

“Hahaha! That’s right. Back in the old days, there was this guy named Majingu among my cousins. No, when I told him to send him home, he immediately pushed me out the window from a high-rise building. At that time, the kid crawled home with his arms and legs broken.”

“Huh!”

The executives are amazed. At this point, even the world’s best beauty has been surpassed.

‘That’s right. He’s not a crazy dog ​​for nothing.’

It was a chapter that was naturally free from suspicion.

It was a time when we were becoming closer to each other while sharing trivial stories.

“Who do you think is outside?”

Man-kwang glanced at the noisy window and muttered.

*

“Why are you here… … .”

Mao, who led his cadres out the main gate, was startled when he saw an unexpected person.

An intelligent yet beautiful appearance that is not obscured by a collar.

“See you again.”

Jihwa Jegal Somi. That was her.

It was clear that she had been kidnapped by the evil spirit and had come here alone.

“Are you okay? I thought it was a coincidence that there was something exactly like your collar on the floor. I guess it wasn’t. But why are you alone? Where did Geulbong go?”

Her eyes widened as Mao smiled brightly and spoke friendly.

‘So it was number 103 that made Cheongharu like that.’

Actually, she came to ask that too.

When I woke up after fainting in Cheongharu, I was in a guest house and there was no one around.

So I rushed back to Cheongharu again, but it was already burning brightly and turned into a pile of ashes.

After that, I heard a rumor that Shin Seung had been attacked and came running here.

To meet number 103.

“Do you know this woman?”

Myo Chae-kyung approached him and asked. Mao scratched the back of his head.

“Should I say I know this or not?”

Although we didn’t meet for long, he was the first evil I met in Jungwon and was my peer. I also saw him a lot, so he left a deep impression on me.

But I don’t even know the name.

But.

“If you’re going to do it, just say you don’t know. You’re a woman who wouldn’t benefit from knowing anything.”

Myo Chae-kyung raised her eyebrows with a sharp expression.

She is the leader of the Biryong clan, the information chief of the Demonic Cult.

There is no way you wouldn’t know Ji-hwa, who is a notable figure among the later indices of the political party.

of course.

“In the Cheonmasingyo religion, it is said that the leader of the Biryongdang has a blue-green three-eyed eye on his forehead that can see ten thousand miles.”

Jegal So-mi, the owner of the rock carving, also recognized her.

“Huh, that’s pretty good.”

“What, you two know each other? When did you meet?”

When is the first time in your life?

When Mao opened his eyes wide and asked again, Myo Chae-kyung answered.

“This is Jihwa Jegal Somi.”

“Jegal Somi?!”

Okay. Do you know who it is now?

“What is your relationship with Jegal Gui-ryong?”

How would I know that?! Myo Chae-kyung continued with an annoyed expression.

“Be careful, she is the daughter of the Jeongpa clan. She may have approached the Seven Princes with ulterior motives.”

Mao is startled by the word ‘Jeongpa’. No matter how peaceful the times are, Jeong and Ma are like oil and water.

but.

“It wasn’t me who approached you first, but you, Chil-gong-ja. You fooled me last time. You even pretended to be a beggar and a dullard to hide your identity.”

No, why did you have to act like an idiot?! Everyone looked at Mao with bewildered eyes and he became angry.

“Hey, you! Who are you fool! Are you the one who abandoned me like that, Jeongpa? Wow, they say the quiet cat goes to the cauldron first. The world is scary.”

Your words are scarier. Why are you going to the cauldron? It must be a hut. I guess my foolish behavior wasn’t a lie.

“I think I made a formal statement. The reason I came here is because I have a favor to ask of you.”

“I don’t have any money to give you, go back.”

What are you talking about! Jegal So-mi gritted his teeth and replied.

“That’s not it, so please step aside for a moment.”

“Everyone, step back.”

Mao waved his hand. Everyone took ten steps back. The distance had only increased, but the sharp aura had become stronger.

If even the slightest problem arises, he’s ready to draw his sword and rush in.

This is the moment when you can clearly feel that he is a Seven Princes.

“Tell me. What’s going on?”

At Mao’s question, she swallowed hard and stated her business.

“Please release the ambassador immediately. No, at least get out of the way.”

“What do you mean? Explain it in simple terms.”

“If you stay here, they will never let you pass.”

“Them? Are you talking about the guys from Ddangjung?”

“Yes. So, first of all, hurry… … .”

It was at that moment that Jegal So-mi nodded and tried to continue her persuasion in a hurry.

“I came from Sungsan!”

A thunderous voice rang out from behind.

‘You came.’

Jegal So-mi’s face turned dark and his spine became chilly.

That’s them. They came.

I looked back stiffly and saw monks in red robes sitting there.

“no…….”

Normally he is as gentle and quiet as Mt. Taesan, but once he steps forward, he is the greatest of the gang that makes even the Demonic Cult hesitate.

Shaolin Temple.

Finally they arrived at the checkpoint.

Among them, a fierce-looking monk stands at the forefront and approaches with a majestic gait.

“Come this way.”

Mao hardened his expression and grabbed Zhuge Shaomi’s wrist, pulling him to stand behind him.

“Who is it?”

“Are you the person in charge of this place, sir?”

“That’s right, but who is it?”

The moment when Mao instinctively senses danger and responds nervously.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

An overwhelming force began to emanate from the monk’s body.

And the gaze of the mad, shooting dragon!

“From now on, I, the little monk… … will ask you about your sins.”

What the heck, all of a sudden. As Mao blinked, those who had been standing behind him rushed in, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Your Majesty, please evade!”

And the monk pulled his fist back hard and shouted without hesitation.

“Repent!”

『Baekboshinkwon (100 Steps Divine Fist)』

Kwaaaaah!

A sharp sword launched towards Mao!

At the same time, eighteen monks stretch out from behind.

The revenge of the Four Great Diamonds and the Eighteen Arhats has begun!

*

Meanwhile, at that time, in a wide open space on the slope of Mt. Ujangsan.

Originally, it was a place full of protruding rocks… … .

Kwarrrr!

Just then, one of the few remaining rocks was again reduced to dust and disappeared.

A scene that was literally scorched earth.

Could it be that Shaolin has launched an airstrike all the way here?!

No way.

It was Shaolin, but it wasn’t an air raid. It was training, to be exact.

The legendary monk Jang Yi-seo of Shaolin was guiding him.

‘No, Infinite Life Buddha… … .’

Of course, it was his turn to be surprised the whole time.

It has already been about two weeks since I came up to Mt. Ujangsan, started practicing, eating rice instead of meals and even reducing my sleep.

It may have been a short time, but in the meantime, Jang had already gone far beyond what Shin Seung had imagined and expected.

Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Martial Arts are a compilation of Shaolin history, consisting of sixty-two types of exercises and ten types of martial arts.

Anyone who enters Shaolin learns this, but there is no one who has mastered it all.

But… … .

‘The investigator has already passed all the seniority laws ten days ago… … .’

It’s something I can’t believe even when I think about it again.

Starting as a shaman, I finished all the exercises in less than five days.

Shin Seung even began to suspect that perhaps he already knew everything.

There was nothing to be afraid of. I quickly realized the principle of the arduous training and was able to carry it out with ease.

When I simultaneously performed the feat of standing still and dodging all the grains of rice scattered in the sky, as well as the feat of matching the number of grains of rice, my legs started to wobble.

And when Jang Seo finished all of this, he looked more energetic than before.

If the previous time it felt like there were dangerous thorns sticking out, now it seemed like there were dozens of hidden swords.

Learning how to properly handle power.

Although he was originally strong, Shin Seung’s general opinion was that he would not be able to find a rival among his peers, and there weren’t many in the martial arts world.

In just five days.

Of course, I could try to force myself to understand.

The sixty-two types of training methods are merely basic courses that train the body and improve one’s energy and movements.

Since Jang is a person who has already achieved a complete transformation and has experienced many hardships, it is not difficult to unfold it once you understand it.

Of course, even the Shaolin disciples, who were acknowledged geniuses by everyone, had difficulty understanding it and it took them over ten years, but well, if you make concessions, you can try to understand it.

Let’s say that he just happened to learn the Five Poison Hands that deal with poison and the Guanyin Palm, which is the height of incomprehension and causes blows in places that are completely unrelated to the target area.

In any case, isn’t he the second great patriarch of Shaolin and the successor to the great patriarch Dharma?

If you think that you are more special than a genius, that’s it.

Yes, it certainly would have been like that if it had stopped here.

If it weren’t for the fraudulent behavior shown over the past ten days after completing the training method.

If it weren’t for that crazy quality that turns Shaolin geniuses, including myself, into fools!