Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son - Chapter 192

Episode 192. Guessing

Han Yi-bi frowned and then approached Jong Li-hyeok.

He helped Jong Ri-hyuk stand up.

And then he suddenly stretched out his hand towards him again.

Jong Li-hyuk, who did not understand the intention, flinched.

Ebi Han said.

“wait for a sec.”

In fact, the basic information was confirmed through exploration.

But…

how can I explain the exploration technique in words?

It’s obvious that people will look at you like you’re crazy.

First of all, if you pretend to have a pulse and then pretend to know, you will not be suspected.

The moment Han I-bi grabbed Jong Ri-hyuk’s wrist with his left hand and placed his right finger on it.

Suddenly, I felt my fingers sticking to my wrist as if they were magnets.

As if it hadn’t happened once or twice…

and the sound was heard at the same time.

Tiriring.

[The strategic strategy DB system has been implemented.]

[Field: Medicine]

Han Ibi was surprised herself.

‘what. Was there a function like this?’

It seemed like it was probably an additional feature activated by touching the pulse.

[Disease name: Temporary blood vessel occlusion due to thrombosis] This is a

technique that temporarily injects sudden energy to disrupt the blood flow system. It is relatively simple to perform and can achieve a similar effect to breaking the danjeon.

Treatment: Same as when using thrombectomy. By applying a similar shock to the blood vessels, the internal force can be used again through a recoil effect, and the method of implementation is as follows…. A

green picture of a human body was seen whizzing by before my eyes along with an explanation.

It was then.

“What are you doing?”

It was Jong Ri-hyuk.

Han Ibi suddenly came to her senses and said as she took her hand away from Mac.

“I’m sorry, bro.”

Jong Li-hyuk said, wriggling his eyebrows as if he couldn’t understand.

“what?”

“There is such a thing.”

At that moment, Han Ibi suddenly stretched out her fist.

The speed was so incredible that Jong Ri-hyuk could not prepare for it.

Wow.

Awesome sound.

Seol Mok-deuk, who was watching from the side, opened his mouth in shock.

The moment her fist touched the Danjeon, Han Ibi pushed the internal power of Gaesan Goryugong like a waterfall.

It literally happened in a split second.

Jong Ri-hyuk then began to tremble as if he had been shocked by an electric shock…

and soon his entire body was shaking like an aspen tree, like an epileptic patient.

Just right, right, right.

The sound of teeth clashing echoed throughout the stone room.

Seol Mok-deuk said with a puzzled expression.

“Why on earth…”

said Han Ibi.

“This is therapy. “Applying the same level of shock is the fastest recovery technique.”

It was then.

After the seizure, Jong Ri-hyuk’s complexion was as bright as that of a healthy person.

A lie-like situation.

Jong Li-hyuk said, surprised himself.

“You… why… what on earth did you do? Internal forces… internal forces have started to flow normally again.”

Han Ibi said, squinting one eye.

“I didn’t do it for my brother. I did it for me. To get out of this, at least one person has to do their part properly. And on the way out, let’s take a look at the newly learned martial arts of Jeon Jeon-gyo.”

Then Jong Ri-hyuk’s mouth dropped open.

“How…”

How do you know?

I know because I read ‘Dream of the Flame’.

Fortunately, the middle part of the novel seems to have flowed according to the original.

Despite the pollution he had gotten into.

The setting is to learn the Homungong (湖雯功) technique left behind by an unlucky Taoist monk from the past who was abandoned by Jinjin Bridge due to some kind of incident.

At that time, Seol Mok-deuk, who was still watching this with a surprised expression, said.

“Are you… are you a congressman?”

Han Ibi said with a grin.

“you’re welcome. I am just a magician and Jumsoi. But I know something about herbs. Well, I took too much time. Shall we go out now?”

The three walked towards the exit of the secret prison.

Seol Mok-deuk said.

“It’s over there.”

An altar with a memorial tablet on it.

It was an atmosphere that did not suit this secret prison at all.

Ebi Han said.

“I know. “I did some research before that.”

He turned the memorial tablet on the altar.

Then, with a ‘hum’ sound, the altar moved beyond the wall.

It’s like a revolving door.

Without another word, the three quickly passed through the wall through the space between them.

Yes.

There were altars and memorial tablets of the same shape on both walls.

Just as I was about to rush out.

Hiss.

With a threatening sound, something was flying towards Han Ibi’s head.

Han Ibi was startled and twisted her body to avoid it…

but in the end, she was unable to dodge it completely and part of her face was scratched by the passing shuriken.

Blood flowed.

The human skin and face were cut off at the same time.

And the sight I discovered.

Surprisingly, there were a number of Cheonseonggung disciples lined up in front of him along with Emperor Oktae.

However, the disciples were just as surprised as Han Ibi and her group.

That’s right….

There were two Oktajes in front of me right now.

At that time, the real Emperor Okta shouted loudly.

“Your liver is swollen. “How dare you use my appearance as a traitor?”

Then Han Ibi answered.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Even if I postpone it any longer, it won’t work anymore. I used it very well. It was a face that was very popular everywhere in Cheonseong Palace. “It has already come to this…”

Han Ibi said as she ripped off the bast face mask.

“…I think it would be better to take it off. “I thought I was going to die from frustration.”

Then his true face was revealed to the world.

Isn’t it Han Ibi?

Blood was still seeping from the spot where the shuriken cut him.

Surprised voices were heard again among the disciples of Cheonseong Palace.

“No, the author…”

“Isn’t he the new head of Seolmun Party?”

“This is so crazy… you mean it was ganja?”

“Are they the Murim League?”

Then Emperor Okta shouted loudly.

“Can’t everyone be quiet?”

Then, with a lot of energy, he shouted:

“The spirit of Cheonseonggung, exalted throughout the world, spreads across the sky and resonates on the earth!”

The disciples of Cheonseonggung who heard those words responded.

“Uuuuuu-.”

It was a very similar scene to what Han Ibi saw at the initiation ceremony.

A ritual like a kind of spell.

The disciples’ agitation was disappearing like a lie.

Ebi Han said.

“Excellent. It’s great. “He dominates not only the body but also the minds of his disciples.”

At that time, Jong Ri-hyuk spoke while chewing his molars.

“It’s these guys. “The people who invaded our family…”

Han Ibi answered with a somewhat surprised expression.

“Oh! Really? I see. “I couldn’t read it until the end because I didn’t have the five volumes…”

“What?”

“…no. “I’m just talking to myself.”

At that moment, Emperor Ok Tae’s voice was heard.

“I’m so disappointed. A head of a family. “What should I call you now?”

Han Ibi answered with a grin.

“Once Han Ibi, you will always be Han Ibi.”

However, Emperor Ok Tae spoke expressionlessly.

“It’s truly a pity. “I was satisfied that someone I really liked came in…”

Han Ibi shrugged and said.

“Well, you just didn’t have the eyes for people.”

Ok Tae-je glared at Han Yi-bi for a moment and then said.

“Just ask one question.”

“It’s okay to ask more than one question. “It’s not very busy.”

“Are you a dog of the Murim Alliance?”

“Hmm. You have a knack for asking the same question in a way that makes you feel bad? Ahaha. Well, it may or may not be true, but…”

Han Ibi narrowed one eye and continued speaking.

“…I had a request from someone I know to help rescue this person.”

Emperor Ok Tae frowned.

Han Ibi continued speaking.

“Besides, it’s called Il Typi… Oops. This is not it. Killing two birds with one stone. I never dreamed that I would meet my brother here. “What on earth happened between you two?”

Then Ok Taeje’s expression changed completely.

“what? “Brother?”

“That’s right. “We are full brothers… no, we are half brothers.”

Emperor Oktae said.

“Then you must have the last name Zhongli.”

“Of course, it’s nagging. The introduction is very late. It is said to be the Zhongli Mae of the Zhongli family.”

There was silence for a moment.

Ok Taeje also looked like he had taken a hit.

And then…

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Doesn’t Emperor Oktae suddenly burst into laughter?

For a moment, Han Ibi thought that Lee Ja had lost her mind and blinked.

At that time, Emperor Oktae smiled and said.

“The rumors in Gangho are like that… and the strangely high level of martial arts is also the same…”

Han Ibi said.

“I’m somewhat famous in Moorim these days.”

Emperor Oktae said.

“I finally found it. “I finally found it!”

Then, this time, Han Ibi’s expression changed mysteriously.

Han Ibi asked.

“What did you find?”

Emperor Oktae said.

“Uh huh. Are you being pretentious? Are you trying to get your head around it? huh?”

“Oh my. It’s so frustrating that it’s driving me crazy. “It’s not like you’re asking 20 questions, but what did you find?”

At that moment, Emperor Ok Tae stopped laughing and spoke.

“Zongli Immortal Ball.”

‘Hmph.’

Han Ibi couldn’t help but stop laughing.

At that time, Jong Ri-hyuk, who was next to me, asked in a whisper.

“What is Zhongli Immortal Gong?”

Han Ibi thought.

‘I don’t even know Jong Ri-hyuk, who is a direct descendant.’

But how can it all be explained in one word?

Han Ibi couldn’t answer for a moment.

Emperor Ok Tae spoke even louder.

“It makes sense now. “I thought it was unusual ever since I heard the name of Jongrimae all over Gangho.”

Ebi Han said.

“Ah… palace lord. There was some serious misunderstanding…”

But Emperor Ok Taeje seemed to have a lot of confidence in his assumptions.

“It is said that despite being from a failing family, he has recently shown the skills of a top-notch expert in the Murim Alliance. If we examine that possibility…”

Emperor Okta continued while raising his index finger.

“…There is only one possibility. Zhongli Wu Xinggong!”

He suddenly stretched out his fingers again, held out his palm, and said:

“Give it to me. “If you’re talking about it, it’s just like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.”

Han Ibi shook her head and said.

“The palace lord’s skill at guessing things is truly unparalleled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I said no, would you?”

“joy! “Your disposition is truly wicked.”

Oh my!

Still, it’s not right for me to hear something like that from you!

Han Ibi was in tears and spoke first.

“So, are you planning on just using your tongue all night long until the sun comes up?”

“joy. “He’s a guy who urges orders.”

That’s what I said, but…

Han Ibi was very nervous right now.

Because Prince Cheonseong was a person of a different class from his previous opponents.

Han Ibi thought.

‘Should we risk our luck in a joint attack with Jong Li-hyeok?…

At that time, Emperor Ok Tae shouted loudly.

“Jump out from the head level and catch that guy right away! But they must be captured alive!”

Yes.

If these guys capture you, they will cause an uproar and demand that you hand over the non-existent Zhonglimuhyeonggong.

Such a situation must be avoided even if it means death.

Shit.

As soon as Ok Tae-je spoke, the heads of each party were seen approaching.

Nam Doo-tae from Owoldang and Won Geum-jin from Gyoungdang were also there.

In particular, Nam Doo-tae, who had been humiliated once, had a clear look of determination on his face.

Nam Du-tae said.

“이 개새끼. “When I first saw him, I thought he was a bastard with no roots.”

On the other hand, Won Geum-jin’s expression, who had shown favor, was stiff, perhaps due to deep disappointment.

Emperor Okta’s intentions were obvious.

No matter how many pages there were, there was a limit to the number of people who could physically fight at once.

Therefore, from the beginning, they tried to end the fight quickly by mobilizing the leaders of the clan.

But clearly… it is judged that the fight will not end easily, and they will rush in like a pack of dogs.

If that doesn’t work… Ok

Taeje, the ultimate king, appears!

Such a development, like a third-rate martial arts novel, was not something that Han Ibi, who could be called the King of Panmu, could endure and pass on.

Han Yi-bi looked at the approaching family heads and spoke to Jong Li-hyuk.

“Are you all better?”

“what?”

“Can you fight?”

“Of course.”

“okay. Okay, then…”

Han Yi-bi said while suddenly pushing Jong Ri-hyuk’s back.

“…Just fight alone first!”

(Continued in the next part)