A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 39



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39.

#No intention of stopping (2)

– Wolha Village Chilsogung.

Mao was sitting in the garden, emitting a terrible stench, not even knowing that the Sixth Prince, Meng Hui, was coming.

To be precise, her clothes were dirty and stained, as if she had rolled in dirt, and her face was swollen as if it had burst. Even the bags under her eyes were hollow, as if she had not slept at all.

In a word, a mess.

All I could do was repeat his name, filled with resentment and anger.

“Jang… … Lee… … Seo… … . Hehehehehe.”

That was understandable.

The battlefield leading to the toilet, the path of the 108 troubles.

Mao suffered a crushing defeat there. He had to endure a terrible experience and suffered great emotional wounds. I was especially sorry about my underwear.

But I tolerated it.

Yes. I’ve already given in to your concerns a hundred or a thousand times.

Why would a loser be a loser? If he’s never drunk and turned into a dog, then he’s a nobleman.

“Hehehehehe.”

But there was another reason why Mao became so crazy.

That’s my home.

It was because of that house where I had to change my clothes and sleep comfortably.

“Hehehe. It’s a house. It’s a place to rest. It’s a place to grow. Then shouldn’t you let them in? Huh? You little shits. Hehe… … .”

Mao fell to the floor. It was too much. The so-called Room of No Rest. That place shattered Mao’s last hopes.

At this age, not only was I tired, but I got beaten up by Byungma Yong and limped inside.

‘Thud!’

The ceiling opened with an ominous sound, and a large, round iron weight flew towards Mao.

100 million!

And then it hit me square in the chest and boom! The door broke and I flew out, rolling around on the ground.

Degururu while still tired.

It was miserable.

“Hehehehe.”

So if you’re not crazy, you’re not human. The current Mao is a total piece of shit.

“How dare you stay out all night on a day like this?! Jang-seo… … Hehehe. I’ll kill you.”

Mao lets out a faint laugh. The moment he returns, I will make a life-or-death decision.

At that moment, I pulled myself together again.

At the entrance, the sound we had been waiting for all night was finally heard.

“Hey, you punk! What time is it now… … Huh?”

But it wasn’t the annoying Jang Seo that he had been waiting for all night.

“What, what is this…?”

Hair tied up with a belt over a silk robe.

A little boy with a black spear on his back, looking at me with his round, bewildered eyes.

“The lover of the Manga?!”

“It’s your brother!”

That’s just a family tree story, but at heart he’s just a brat who always picks trouble.

The owner of the broken spear, Mukhuk (黙黑), a sacred item bestowed by the cult leader.

It was the sixth prince, Maeng Hui.

“Why are you here?”

“Your brother came to see you, but you? You can’t just run out and bow down right away… … . Ugh! Let’s talk later.”

“What are you talking about? Hey, wait a minute!”

Maeng Hui grabbed his lower abdomen and hurried into the entrance.

Then, slap! An iron club was fired right next to me without fail.

At this, Maeng Hui’s eyes opened wide and he easily dodged by tilting his head back.

“no?!”

Mao was surprised by this. He himself had not been able to avoid any damage…

“You set a trap to kill me!”

“What the hell are you talking about! How did I know you were coming?”

“That’s true, but then this is… … Huh!”

The iron club attack continued. Maeng-Hwi evaded the attack in a staggering posture, and then, bang! He was finally hit in the side.

Knock knock.

His face was distorted by this. Not only was his side sore, but his stomach…

‘Oh, no. Absolutely not in front of that punk! I’d rather die. Tea, I have to endure it!’

Beads of sweat run down my forehead.

Maeng Hui, the youngest of the Maeng family and the sixth son of the Maeng clan.

15 years since birth.

The crisis of a lifetime has arrived.

‘Let’s go in!’

I don’t know why there’s a trap like this at the entrance, but that’s not what’s important right now.

“Hiyat!”

A desperate cry came out of Maeng Hui’s mouth.

Papa Pot!

I quickly moved my feet and dodged all the iron bars before stepping inside.

however.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, I almost lost consciousness because of the terrible stench that filled my nose.

Poison?! This guy really wants to kill me! Meng Hui glared at Mao, the source of the smell, as if he was going to kill him, and then turned his head away.

His nose felt numb, but now was not the time to question Mao.

This guy’s butt looks like it’s going to spit everything out right now. This guy’s first.

“How could I have only been hit once? I’ve been hit hundreds of times?!”

It would be harder to get hit by hundreds of them on that street. And… … .

“Everyone, shut up. The more you talk, the more the smell becomes poisonous! Right now… … blow where the toilet is! If you don’t… … .”

Whirik! Meng Hui takes out a spear from his back and places it against Mao’s Adam’s apple.

“You won’t survive today.”

Is the toilet a traitor? How can you say something like that to create such an atmosphere? Mao was so dumbfounded that he looked up and down as he spoke.

“Hey. What are you doing, barging into someone else’s house? Where did you start barking so early in the morning… … Over there! The toilet is over there!”

As soon as the tip of the spear slightly touched his neck, Mao pointed to one side and shouted. Meng Hui immediately put away his spear and performed a light attack at that short distance.

Papapapat!

Maeng-Hwi flies and lands beautifully, fluttering his robe.

He turns the corner with a blushing face.

They’re all here. It’s done now.

His head is filled with hope and relief. But what awaits him is… … .

Kookung!

“what’s this……!”

The one hundred and eight Heavenly Kings with their eyes wide open, not in the toilet.

Should I just eat or should I fight and eat?

The nightmare of Zhuge Liang. The path of 108 troubles awaited him.

“Father… … . Black.”

It was a moment when tears welled up in Maeng Hui’s eyes.

* * *

Meanwhile, at that time.

Jang, who had been out overnight, left Wolha Village and entered a nearby secluded forest.

I didn’t come here to get some fresh air, I came here to deliver a letter.

Of course, to deliver a letter normally, you would have to go down to the village and go to the pigeon shed (a place where pigeons were raised) or have someone send it to you, but the letter that Jang I-seo wanted to send today was impossible to do with those normal methods.

‘This isn’t for sending to the demonic bastards.’

Yes. The real organization he belonged to. It was a letter that had to be delivered to the Murim Alliance rock carvings.

Jang-seo stopped in front of a large, thick tree with white bands hanging from its branches.

In fact, he didn’t know much about how his story was passed down through the rock carvings.

All I know is that there are only two types of people who can freely go out of Cheonsan.

One was those who had received permission from the cult leader. The other was this black tree right in front of me.

You may wonder how a tree without legs can survive, but it’s true.

Because the black wood of Cheonsan was traded at such a high price in the Western Region, the Demonic Cult cut down fully grown trees and shipped them along the Silk Road.

And Jang Seo’s job was to carve Braille letters into trees that had white stripes indicating that they were scheduled to be cut down.

Yeah, that’s right.

One by one, like this, with a dagger on his waist.

So that it can’t be seen well.

If someone sees it, isn’t it dangerous?

No way. It doesn’t matter if you get caught.

This Braille that I am engraving now is a basic secret language used in many places, and depending on the interpretation, it can have a total of 67 meanings. If I were to interpret what I just wrote in the devil’s way, it would mean ‘fool, idiot.’

Even if you get caught, just think of it as you being tired from work and wasting your time.

Of course, if we were to interpret it in rock carving form, it would be ‘Return safe and sound, the cult leader is an idiot.’

In any case, we do not know how this carved tree was moved, or where it was reinterpreted and delivered as a letter on the rock.

Also, they never asked me to report it.

But still.

There was only one reason to do such a dangerous thing.

The only reason I belong is not to this Demonic Cult, but to the Murim Alliance, my last source of pride.

“Well, this is just a side note. The real work is over here.”

After marking the trees, Jang-seo went back to walking through the forest.

Judging from his aimless footsteps, he didn’t seem to have a specific destination, and judging from the way he kept looking around the green forest, he seemed to be looking for something.

And his steps stopped only when he reached a tree laden with yellow fruit.

Kaaaak-! Kaaaak-!

I looked up and saw an apricot tree under which crows were building their nests.

Jang-seo quietly looked at this and took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, which smelled strongly of cinnamon. Then he lightly jumped up onto the branch.

The branches are not thick enough to support the weight of a large man, but they move with great agility.

Sigh.

Then, Jang-seo lowered his body and tied the parchment lightly to the branch.

“The banquet preparations are all done… … Now it’s time for the guests to arrive.”

A cruel smile appeared on his lips. Who on earth was this feast for? The answer was simple.

‘I already know very well that you will not stop here. But do you know? I have no intention of stopping either.’

A group of assassins from Cheonsan who have already had two bad encounters.

To kill. To kill.

Yes, it is a slaughterhouse. The market was preparing a feast for them. It had already been foreseen that they would visit Wolha Village soon.

‘Sadocheol. I heard that if you fail twice, you will definitely come for me the third time. You have already been defeated by me twice, so you will definitely come for me this time.’

And Jang had no intention of wasting this opportunity.

After all, the slaughterhouse is just the beginning.

It was clear as day that the journey to becoming a cult leader would be followed by numerous attacks.

So I thought I’d show you.

What happens if you touch the Seven Palaces, no, if you interfere with my mission?

Jang Il-seo’s eyes flashed venomously as if inviting me to come in.

*

When Jang Yi-seo returned to Wolha Village, the sun was already beginning to set in the west.

After a long day, my arms were very tired, but I thought of Mao, who would complain that I had left him behind, so I bought two roasted chickens from the market.

When I think about it, I think it was a bit too much.

Anyway, Mao was given a one-month deadline, but he was left behind in a cold-hearted manner and came out to take care of business.

Even though he may look rough on the outside, how scared and trembling must he be on the inside?

I thought I should go back to the palace and try to appease her as much as possible.

After thinking about this and that and walking around like that, I arrived at Chilsogung before I knew it.

“I’m here… … .”

The moment when you pass through the entrance with flexible movements and say hello.

Jang-seo dropped the chicken in shock.

“It’s okay… … Isn’t that how life is? But what did you eat? Does it smell good?”

“Whaaaaaaah!”

A crying baby who poops and a pooping rascal who tries to comfort him.

A total mess was unfolding.