Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 1115

Episode 1115

‘Is this enough?’

After enough days have passed.

For now, it was decided to leave Hwanggu and Noejin in the hideout.

Both of them are very good at hiding their presence, but that doesn’t mean they are completely good at hiding like monsters, nor are they masters of stealth like Jin Tianxi or Sima Xuan.

“Isn’t it just because it stands out too much?”

“How common is Yangsanggunja (thief) carrying dogs and birds?”

Jin Cheon-hee smiled and disguised himself. After

lightly

touching his body with the muscle contraction ball, the young man turns into the appearance of an ordinary man for a moment.

“Brother, why does it feel like you use that face often?”

“okay?”

The original face on Earth.

I don’t really try to resemble it, but when I see this face suddenly appear, it’s really scary how human unconsciousness is.

Sima Hyeon imitated Jin Tianxi and disguised himself as an old man with a bent back.

Normally, he would look flashy even when he was in disguise, but this time he seemed to be trying to match his older brother.

The two took off like that.

As Sima Xuan’s spirit magic continues for a long time like the shadow of a forest, Jin Tianxi’s collar runs over it as if erasing a trace.

Eventually, the two arrived at Nanchang without difficulty and noticed that there was more light than usual.

‘hmm…?’

Nanchang is not a big city like Hangzhou.

Not only was it not a place where there would be light all the way into the night, but even so, there was something strange about the entire city lighting up with lanterns.

And Pungak.

Thump thump thump!

Drums sounded in the middle of the square and entertainers danced.

‘festival…?’

The two were a little surprised, but walked as they were in disguise.

A grandfather with a bent back and a son supporting him.

They are a father and son relationship.

Sima Xuan spoke in front of Tang Hulu.

“Your son has a boring mouth.”

“Ah yes yes father. wait a minute. “The Tanghulu there looks delicious. Please give me one.”

“Should I give you a feeling? Or do you prefer jujube or hawthorn fruit?”

“I can’t chew persimmons because my teeth hurt. “Give me the jujube.”

Sima Hyun naturally plays the old man and even pampers him.

“Oh my father says so.”

“Here are some jujubes. “I’ll pick the soft one.”

Saying that, he handed over Tanghulu.

Jin Cheon-hee asked.

“Now that I think about it, it looks like some kind of festival is taking place… What is it?”

“Ah, foreigner issue?”

“yes. My father said he wanted to go back to his hometown at least once in his life, so I am walking a long way. “You have dementia these days, so you keep blinking.”

He said that and made a sad expression.

Sima Hyeon suddenly became an immature father with terminal illness and dementia.

In this day and age, long-distance travel requires risking one’s life.

In fact, it is not a good idea to take care of your children.

Sima Hyeon answered.

“I said I didn’t want to go, so why bother dragging me along? “I’m definitely going to see the old wife I left behind in my hometown. Since I was abandoned by my new wife, I’m going to look for it now.”

In this way, Jin Cheon-hee became a motherfucker who raised two households and abandoned his former wife.

The brothers, who trashed each other in an instant, did not change their expressions and grinned as they prepared for the next attack.

“Haha, it’s nice to see that father and son are getting along so well.”

The stall owner said this as if telling the two pieces of trash to stay together and then added another word.

“The festival started yesterday.”

“Oh really?”

“It’s been a few years since Gwigokmun took over this area, and it’s an annual festival.”

Gwigokmun.

Jin Cheonhee’s eyes narrowed.

“okay. Even so, my father is very interested in Gwigokmun.”

“Well, it’s a funeral business, so when you get older, you look for a place to bury yourselves. “I understand.”

The street vendor owner looked at Sima Hyeon, who was disguised with a pitiful face, and said.

“They seem to have some kind of rule among themselves, so I don’t know the exact date, but they do it every year. “There, they call it the Feast of the Dead.”

“Feast of the Dead?”

“It is said to be the day when the dead return to this world, and it is said to be the day when the underworld and this world become one.”

“?!”

Jin Cheon-hee thinks about those words.

‘What does this mean? It’s been quite a while since I lived in the Fire Empire, but there are no days like that?’

Sima Hyeon also noticed this for the first time.

I asked this and that, but couldn’t get a more detailed answer.

Although he was from the village, he was not from the gate, so it was natural.

[But this has been going on for several years already at Gwigokmun?]

[Are you suspicious, bro?]

[…Of course. Heukdo Sapa is holding a local festival? Also… something that seems to have a magical meaning?]

The sound of drums and wind music can be heard regularly.

And the meaning of the festival was not simply to pray for a good harvest or large catch like other villages.

Besides that.

[Gwigokmun is a sect that uses strong poetry and magic. It can’t be meaningless.]

Sima Hyeon nods.

[I came to look for King Yeonwon and even saw something strange~ this.]

That moment.

Jin Cheon-hee looked.

A spirit was walking down the street.

‘Oh… Is this real?’

I can’t even recognize the face.

However, Jin Cheon-hee, who knew witchcraft and had spiritual eyesight, was able to see that not just one or two, but many spirits were wandering around.

[Souls…]

[…There are so many?]

I look at Sima Hyeon in shock.

[Do you see this?]

[Yes. I can see it now.]

That was a very strange thing.

Spiritual eyes do not appear to just anyone.

Because Sima Xuan had never learned witchcraft and had no innate ability to do so.

In addition, there was a magical ritual…

‘…Oh, that exists.’

Didn’t they perform a strange ritual in honor of Cheonbyeongeommangong?

Didn’t he try to swallow a thousand evils and sing ‘something’?

If I had succeeded in my calling at that time, this world would have been reduced to ashes.

‘There was a time when Jia Shi said that there was something like a piece of Soul Yuan in Sima County.’

In that case, I thought it might be natural for it to have an impact in this way.

[Aren’t you scared…?]

Sima Hyun shrugged his shoulders in response to Jin Tianxi’s question.

[Gaga~ Not long ago, I was the guy who ripped off people’s faces and made them into masks. I’m already a ghost story in Haomun~ The guy over there who walks on his head on six legs just looks comical.]

…Is he crazy?

No, if you think about it, you’re probably crazy.

‘For some reason, it seems like you can see more detail than I can.’

Didn’t Jin Cheon-hee find it difficult to distinguish between individual souls from the beginning?

Even now, as Hyeon-gyeong, I can only read thoughts more clearly, but it is not possible to distinguish faces.

Jashi also said it was strange, so the strangest thing may be Jin Cheon-hee herself.

[okay. As long as you’re okay, that’s fine.]

That wasn’t the only thing.

The moment the spirits entered the village, people naturally began to recognize them.

Just like dealing with a living person.

“Oh, it will be 5000 won.”

Clink-

“The coin is a little damaged. But the amount is right, so take it.”

In addition, the deceased himself opened a Juseomjuseom street stall.

Although the items were all old, they seemed to have some story behind them.

“Be pretty. “How much does this comb cost?”

“One hermit. Or the pinky fingernail of your left hand.”

It’s a ridiculous price.

But strangely enough, people naturally accepted it.

“It’s expensive.”

“How about living with your little nails since they grow back?”

“Is that so…?”

Thump thump thump.

Is it because of the regular sound of drums?

People are also starting to lose some common sense.

Some people even cut hair and buy things instead of giving it to others.

Sima Hyun said.

“Seeing as they exchange only a little bit of hair or fingernail blood, are they only doing it in a way that does not endanger their lives?”

It seems so.

We do not trade things that monsters like, such as flesh or internal organs or eyeballs.

Just an exchange of good that doesn’t endanger life.

As for nails, all you have to do is cut them short rather than pulling them out by the roots. There will be no pain at all.

Jin Cheon-hee said.

“But the items being sold are also relatively inexpensive. “If there was a place that sold expensive items, it would be a different story.”

Creepy –

Jin Cheon-hee talks up to that point and comes to one conclusion.

“You said this festival has been going on for several years… right?”

Sima Hyeon nodded at Jin Tianxi’s words.

“…right.”

“Why on earth isn’t this festival known…?”

“Couldn’t I be losing my memory? Or is there some distortion? “If I remember correctly, there is no way rumors wouldn’t spread when there are so many people~”

They are not trained lifesavers, and there is no way these many people could live with their mouths shut.

“If I had simply lost my memory, there was no way I wouldn’t have wondered why my hair was cut, why I had a small wound, why my fingernails were trimmed short, or whether there was an unknown object in my pocket. “It’s probably a distortion.”

Jin Cheon-hee, who has reached the core in an instant, asks.

“There have been folk tales about ghosts in each region since ancient times… Do you know the county?”

Ghost City.

If translated directly, it would be a market opened by ghosts.

Here, it is also used to mean a market opened not only by dead people but also by monsters.

“know. When elders talk about scary things, they always come up. A marketplace opened by ghosts. “They say it’s also called Yasi, right?”

Ghost story, folk tale, legend.

This is a story that every child here has heard at least once.

Jin Cheon-hee nods.

“There is a legend about a person going into a ghost and buying strange and bizarre items. “It’s a story about people getting into trouble because of that, and a Taoist monk comes and solves the problem.”

The things you buy and the situations you get into trouble are all different, but the conclusions are similar.

Either you die or a passing monk helps you.

In rare cases, there are stories of people getting scolded and coming back alive, but the first two endings are usually the most common.

Sima Hyun said.

“Like other ghost stories, it’s not about telling people not to do something, and it’s not a story of encouragement and punishment that teaches any particular lesson. Because it just feels like a fun story. “Why is that?”

“….”

Jin Cheonhee rubbed her chin and then with difficulty parted her lips.

“I once saw a village where day and night were different. “A town where people live as good people during the day, but at night they turn into monsters that eat people, but no one remembers them.”

“…are you saying they are similar?”

“Not completely. But it bothers me that there is a falsification of memory and that Gui Gok-mun may have turned the city of Namchang into something like a ghost from a folktale. And the monkey… what is it doing?”

It occurred to me that they might not just be hiding to avoid being tracked.

Sima Hyun said.

“My brother always saves people. “Because that is my brother’s duty.”

“….”

The congressman has always been like that.

Jin Cheonhee smiles faintly.

Then he swept his sleeves.

“Let’s go. father.”

It is the voice of an eternal son.

At that moment, following Jin Cheon-hee’s determination, a faint light began to appear on her body.

The main force is so thin that no one notices.

Wow –

that power was so strong that even Jin Cheon-hee herself didn’t know about it.