A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 332



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332.

#A close fight

Meanwhile, the leader’s face had turned pale to the point of pallor.

It was a side effect of the Hoeryongcho. The pain in my intestines kept coming.

Revealing the sanctuary is a matter of will, so it’s not a big deal, but using it requires the use of a bet.

Even though I only used it for a short time, my body feels like it’s in a mess.

However, there was more of a smile on her lips than a frown.

“I never thought I would meet your disciple here.”

To be honest, I was skeptical at first. It was so sudden and there were still a lot of things I was unsure about.

But the more I thought about it, the more certain I became. Baekseo was Muyeong’s disciple.

It seemed familiar. The way he was arrogant but also kept his composure was very similar.

But there was another real reason why I couldn’t help but believe it.

‘He was clearly a child who had never properly handled a sword.’

I recognized him at first sight during the entrance exam.

But that kid saw my sword once and started following me like a ghost, performing extreme moves.

And the only one he could remember who could imitate someone so terrifyingly was Han Moo-young.

Like the master, like the disciple.

And leaving all that aside, where would you find a genius at that age who could awaken the path to greatness?

This is impossible unless you are a monster like Han Moo-young or Jin Woo-kwang.

“Muyeong. In the end, I couldn’t even surpass you in training disciples. Do you know that? I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you to appear as a disciple.”

I’ve seen many geniuses in my life and had many expectations.

Cheonma Jinwookwang.

I hope that someone will one day appear who can surpass him.

If not, the Central Plains will have to live in fear for the next generation and the generation after that.

So, I lived without having any disciples until I reached this age.

Just like my seniors, whenever a talented person appears, I want to pass everything on to him.

But unfortunately, no matter how long I waited, the kite never arrived.

There have been many geniuses, but no genius has been seen who surpasses genius.

Oh, there was just one.

Rock Carving No. 103. A child who was certain that he would have become a god if it weren’t for his old habits.

‘That kid was also called Noema (Thunder Demon).’

For a moment, I thought, “No way.” Then I realized that we were about the same age. But I quickly shook my head.

That child is the vice-leader of the Demonic Cult. There is no way he could have a connection with Han Moo-young.

Also, it’s not like there were no people who could handle the brain, it’s just that it’s extremely rare.

In any case, we have been eagerly awaiting talent for that long.

But I never thought that you would appear before my eyes as my bodyguard.

To be honest, I was greedy.

A talent that would make even the devil cry. If I were to give him my all, I wonder how much more he would grow.

Moreover, he was the disciple of Han Moo-young, who was his friend and rival.

Even if we really look at the distribution, it won’t be a problem since he’s like my nephew.

but.

‘Now is not the time.’

Now was not the time to be distracted by the new variables that had emerged. Rather, it was time to be even more cautious.

Because one momentary mistake could easily lead to the world being swallowed up by the Blood Cult.

therefore.

“It seems like that child isn’t the one we’re looking for.”

A notice flowed from the leader’s mouth.

Thud, thud.

Then, the general, who had returned after a long search, entered.

“Are you saying that you are not a member of the Blood Cult?”

“There are some suspicious parts, but he is a child with more suspicious parts.”

“If I do that, what will happen… … .”

“I’ll take care of that kid, so just leave him alone and proceed as planned.”

The general’s eyes widened.

There is a high possibility that a spy from the Blood Cult has entered the intestines.

But to force the plan through.

“The demonstration has already been postponed. For now, all you have to think about is taking down your opponent.”

The general swallowed his sigh and answered.

“I will follow.”

* * *

The next day.

In the granary, the warriors of the Tiger Corps carried the clothes brought by the seamstresses.

The Tiger Corps’ clothes have finally arrived.

Jang Seo-do was also in it.

Strictly speaking, I didn’t come here just because I was bored, I came here to make contact.

[No, so are you saying that the leader is dying?]

She disguised herself as a seamstress.

This is the story of the leader of the Biryongdang clan, Myo Chae-gyeong.

[exactly.]

Even though they are both just working without saying anything, they are communicating with each other.

It wasn’t a full-on sound.

Since the sound has to send out waves, there is a risk that it can be seen through by someone as rough as the general.

There were many different ways for the two to communicate.

Sign language, signs, eye contact, gestures.

All the secret language techniques used in the Demonic Cult’s information system are covered.

But it worked.

What could be difficult when the legendary Mad Dog of the Counterintelligence Corps and the Dragon Lord, the pinnacle of the Demonic Cult’s espionage world, meet?

He does things that others find difficult to do, but he does them quickly by consistently changing them.

[Should I laugh or cry at this? Things have gone seriously wrong.]

[That’s what it is.]

[The Blood Cult is setting up in my front yard, and I’m stuck here waiting for death. It’s really pathetic.]

Myo Chae-kyung shook out her clothes in frustration and winked.

[How about we make this fact known to the world? If we make it public, wouldn’t we be able to at least prevent their bloodless entry?]

[There is no need for that.]

[Why?]

[Because the war between the leader and the blood cult has already begun.]

[Yes?]

For some reason, the leader became addicted to freshwater fish.

The expected time is probably 3 years ago.

It was most likely done by his closest aide, the military strategist Gu Ja-gi.

As a spy of the Blood Cult, his target was not just a single priest, but also the leader of the clan.

But fortunately, the soldier’s death prevented the symptoms from getting any worse.

After that, he probably made excuses of being tired and stayed home to treat the poison.

But what he got was a fresh lung infection.

It is a terrible poison that turns even the freshest people into common people.

It wouldn’t have been easy to turn back the gradually changing constitution.

In the meantime, Ilheung hid behind the Olympic Games and continued to encroach on the Central Plains.

Why? Because he must have been convinced that the leader was addicted.

The leader, who realized the problem too late, tried to take action, but it was already too late.

The Ollyunhoe grew out of control, and it would have been impossible to guess how far it was involved with the Blood Cult.

It would be too shaky to pull it out by the roots, and it would be nearly impossible to find the hidden evil among them.

Eventually, during treatment, the leader made a bold decision.

So-called retirement disguised as a return to the countryside.

He wants to be the bait to draw out evil.

Il-Hyung must have had doubts.

By now, the leader of the clan must have noticed the Ollyunhoe and declared his return to his hometown without taking any action.

Moreover, it is incomprehensible that he brought only the general in charge.

Is it because he gave up on the addiction to fresh lung? Or is there another trick?

You must have been at a loss because you couldn’t guess.

why?

Because the military officer who was supposed to answer this question died.

So you might be feeling anxious.

As planned, we succeeded in taking over the Central Plains in three years, but if the leader is still alive, we will be in complete ruin.

Maengju Hyeoncheong. His name has a lot of power in the martial arts world.

So, this situation wasn’t just a story about a reckless leader who had simply fallen from grace.

It was a meticulous battle of wits between the leader and the blood cult.

It’s a chaotic battle of deception and being deceived.

This is exactly what Jang Seo-ga thought happened.

[Oh my goodness. This is truly shocking.]

He nodded. In any case, Il-Hyung will try to find out the status of the leader somehow.

Jang Yi-seo’s cold gaze scanned the surroundings.

In that sense, this recruitment of the Tiger Corps must have been a golden opportunity. There is definitely a spy from the Blood Cult among them.

[So what are you going to do now?]

I thought about it all night, but there was only one answer.

[I guess I’ll have to stay here for a while.]

[Are you really going to be the bodyguard of the leader?]

If necessary, then so be it. I nodded briefly at her question.

[What happened to the investigation you said you would do? I heard you were gathering ronin in the neighborhood.]

Myo Chae-kyung shook her clothes for no reason and frowned as she signaled.

[Not yet. But it won’t take long. I heard that the thugs from Heungsinbang (興信幫) know everything that’s happening nearby. They stick to anything that’s worth money like ghosts, so if you raid them, you’ll get something.]

[Since the situation is what it is, don’t miss even the smallest thing and look into it. I will investigate those who entered here.]

[Your name.]

She handed over the last piece of clothing and went out with the seams.

* * *

– Shenyang, Liaoning Province.

The Murong family was a royal family that founded the Yan state long ago and placed great importance on tradition and etiquette.

For example, the family line had to be continued by the eldest son, and only the eldest son’s bloodline could learn martial arts.

Even if my younger brother’s qualities are far superior.

“Isn’t it so unfair? Everything is centered around the eldest son.”

A middle-aged man with an indifferent expression looked at the man lying on the bed and said.

His name is Mo Yong-so.

One of the main figures of the Oryunhoe and the leader of the Eight Evil Spirits.

It’s a disaster!

Mo Yong-so wiped the face of his brother, who had been in a coma for a long time, with a wet towel brought by the albinism subordinate.

But their appearances are so similar.

As if we were the same person.

“But do you know that? I have never hated you, brother. If there are those who enjoy it, it is only natural that there are those who do not. The only reason is that I was born before them. But I am not resentful or angry.”

That’s right. The two were twins born on the same day and at the same time. A split second divided their fates.

One is Murong Hak, the sword saint of the Murong family. The other is Murong So, his shadow.

But I never once felt wronged.

why?

“Then, no matter what I do, you won’t feel wronged. So don’t be too upset. I sold Ran-i for a low price, I poisoned your drinking water. It’s all because of that. Isn’t that how it is? If there is someone who has, there must be someone who loses.”

The corners of Mo Yong-so’s sly lips go up. He is truly a scary person.

He’s been like that since birth.

When children laughed out loud, I didn’t know why I was laughing, and when children cried out of sadness, I smiled.

A person with a twisted way of thinking.

For him, life in the shadows offered a new purpose that was neither acceptance nor rebellion.

‘You just have to raise the interest and swallow it.’

One who hides behind the scenes as a shadow and rules over everything. That has become Il-Hyuk’s belief and life.

So he silently followed Mo Yong-hak’s orders, and when his name, Geomseong, reached its peak.

‘Crash… …!’

He swallowed everything, turning my brother into a puppet who couldn’t even open his eyes.

And now it was the Murim Alliance’s turn.

He absentmindedly handed the towel he had used to wipe the area to his subordinate and asked.

“What happened in Guizhou?”

“I have sent you the Dark Night Sword, so there won’t be any problems.”

The white man flinched at the cold gaze and added.

“Although Guizhou is a remote and unnamed place, it is clearly managed by the Red Sword Gang of the Sado League. They told us to use them.”

Only then did Mo Yong-so nod softly and answer.

“There shouldn’t be any problem. For your sake at least.”

Oh, so. The man in white nodded vigorously, his face contemplative and sweat dripping down his face.

“yes!”

Dark clouds slowly gathered over Guizhou.