The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 83

I guess you can’t feel it right now. In such a state, even the sensitivity of an unmanned person would have become dull, let alone the inner workings.

When Jin-moo took his step, Baek-pyo followed with difficulty.

He was too slow to walk, dragging the floor step by step.

The place where Jinmu, who shook his head, moved was a secluded alley that passers-by visited. Jinmu deliberately chose a place where the moonlight did not even shine because it was covered by a high wall.

“Here?”

“Here?”

Jinmu smiled and looked at the wall with shade added to the darkness.

“It’s this kind of place like this.”

As soon as he took off his feet, Jinmu’s god suddenly increased.

Then he reached out to the darkness

Sniffle!

A flash of light poured out of the shade.

“Where!”

Ground!

There was a sound of iron, but Jinmu’s hand did not stop. Tae Cheong-san-su, who erased the flash, immediately grabbed something.

“Cough!”

With a suppressed moan, a black man caught in the hands of Jinmu was thrown to the floor.

And,

Squeezing!

“For sure!”

Even though he trampled and crushed his knee bones, the Negro did not make any sound other than a short groan.

On the contrary, the sound of bone-crushing was louder.

“See, you hold it in. It must have hurt a lot.”

Jin-moo is smiling wickedly

Even though the bridge was crushed, the black man closed his mouth and fired something.

Ting!

I expect that much. Nice try, dude, but just a stirring hand dropped the watermark on the floor. Jinmu immediately grabbed the black man by the chin.

Crushing!

My jawbone was crushed. It was because he might commit suicide. Jinmu did not stop but grabbed his arms and bent them to the station.

“Well…”

This time there was a more painful groan.

Complete suppression. Despite achieving the desired purpose, Jinmu’s gaze remained on the roof of the far-flung pavilion, not the black man he had knocked down.

Another black man.

He, who was sitting in a place where he could look down the alley at once, disappeared while staring at Jinmu.

“Baby.”

Jinmu smirked.

In the meantime, Baekpyo approached the black man struggling on the ground with all his limbs broken.

“What about this guy?”

“You belong to Samsaldang. I’m here to find the dog that left the house.”

“Oh.”

The white vote nodded. He knew nothing about Samsaldang. I didn’t have a full memory, but I wasn’t particularly interested because I was drunk on murder. The only thing that mattered was a contract to decide whom to kill.

Few people he knew at Samsaldang. A large bamboo lip with a slant and occasional appearance.

It was just the two of them. Baekpyo, who was looking at the black man, asked Jinmu.

“And now you’re going to interrogate him to find out about Samsaldang?”

“What? Why?”

“What?”

I didn’t mean to.

They don’t usually reveal this and that, and they will come back anyway without having to loosen up due to torture.

Some of the guys I was watching a while ago, so I was sure they’d come all night and bother me.

What Jinmu wanted was no combat. It’s hard to kill, but he was going to destroy each foot that came and reduce their power.

Until they go mad.

Then you just have to wait for them to come from a place where you have an advantage.

“Hey, 100 votes.”

“What?”

“I think I’m going to be pretty busy from now on. I need your help.”

“…….?”

I think I can do it alone

“It must be hard with that body, right?”

“……..”

You’re right. Your body couldn’t have been attacked by a sprinkler.

“Sasoo, you’re bad guys. So you don’t have to feel guilty.”

Jin-moo grinned as Baek-pyo tilted his head without realizing the meaning.

“Suck it.”

“What?”

“You have to be able to move.”

“Oh!”

Only then did I understand the meaning.

the art of collecting the liveliness of an opponent

According to Jin-moo, that’s all the white votes that can be used now.

He had no choice but to live by sucking up to other people’s vitality like mosquitoes for the rest of his life.

And as he said, what was in front of him was salivary.

“…….I see.”

Baek-pyo, who had been agonizing for a while, approached the black man with a stiff face. He has made up his mind.

“Wash a little bit instead. Just enough not to kill him.”

“……..Yes.”

Baekpyo approached with a wobbly body and grabbed the black man by the wrist.

a pulsating position, the most lively place

All the way!

“Oh my god!”

The black man’s eyes were as big as the king’s bell, and the eyes of Baekpyo began to be lively.

But it’s kind of evil

***

Crack!

“Oh my god!”

a black man with twisted joints and a painful groan

This was the number of three-year-old slain that absorbed life. At first, two guys attacked straight away, and then four came.

Of course, it wasn’t true that they didn’t notice their covert. Those who showed up broke their arms and legs to Jinmu and became the prey of Baekpyo.

Perhaps thanks to the chopping, the movement of the white vote have become quite fast.

But it was only for a moment.

The inner workings accepted by the collection method do not build up in the body. After two o’clock, they are scattered.

“Hmm.”

Jin-mu just finished picking and stared at Baek-pyo, whose eyes began to glow.

What should I do? I’m sure my skills will disappear tomorrow, and I’ll be back to my original form.

“Hey, 100 votes.”

“Yeah! Eungong!”

My voice was full of energy when I gained strength. Also, his eyes were filled with the psyche.

“There’s a way to lock the inside of the abdomen that you’ve gained with the sifting technique.”

“What?”

a mukryong meditation ball

Jinmu intended to convey its foundation.

Of course, it’s the basics.

The collection was not absolute. Once, he could not make all the airworthiness he had absorbed into his own.

Therefore, a process of determining the absorbed energy was needed, which was similar to the process of determining the inner strength with the deep method of the political faction.

Only pure energy is absorbed from the power obtained through the sifting, and the rest is discarded. And even if you made a platform, it wasn’t something you could keep building.

The skills taken by the collection method and accumulated through the platform do not increase anymore after a certain stage.

Even if I stack it up to the maximum, it’s a burning machine? The next step was needed to get to the absolute level. It was not enlightenment, so even if you knew the basic ball, you could never achieve it without being passed on.

And only Jinmu knew how. If Jin-moo doesn’t tell you, you can never move on to the next step.

Since Jinmu decided to help, he was definitely going to help. Although it is a poo that others have made, there should be no traces of the decision to clean up. You have to clean up and clean up the water.

Yeah. Let’s let him have fun for a while, and he’ll volunteer anyway.

“But there are definitely side effects for Eun-gong.”

“That’s when it’s an imperfect way.”

“……”

The Chagi method was a great martial art that could rise to a certain level the fastest by excluding fraud by depriving the target of vitality but not reaching death and refining the energy taken.

However, I did not tell anyone because I had a constitution that fit the training method.

What good is it to use other people’s energy?

The reason why Cheon Woo-myeong taught the chopping technique was that his constitution was suitable, and it was a case of strong luck that Baek-pyo did not die even after being forced to learn it.

He used the chopping technique even though he suffered side effects. In other words, it means that he is also a fit person to learn.

“Listen, the siphoning method is to build up the absorbed energy in the abdomen.”

Baekpyo’s eyes grew uncontrollably at Jinmu’s words.

“Honor is the original and source of all energy, the darkness before everything is purified. The first is the end, and the end is the first, and it’s not the two, but it’s the first, and it turns into one, and order is created in a mess, which is the mixed ball….”

Jinmu’s words continued without waiting.

Baek-pyo hurried to sit down and began his journey with this attraction

“The energy that started in Danjeon passes through the Hoeum, flows through the venom and limp, returns to Danjeon, but does not stop, and until the purity of the energy remains…”

It was a note of the old regime.

Worried that Baekpyo might not understand, Jinmu explained the phrase in detail.

Still, it is easier to teach because it is much more knowledgeable than Chun Woo-Myung.

His explanation was repeated, and the white vote became increasingly hot.

Jin-mu, who had been reciting the comment for a while, stopped talking and looked at Baek-pyo as he seemed to have gotten used to Gu-gu.

“You’re going to do something that’s not in your life. Should I have set up a restaurant and taught him?”

The smiling Jinmu spread his energy and looked closely around him.

Just in case he comes.

***

“Everyone’s dead?”

“They’re not dead, but everyone’s broken limbs, and they’re out of action.”

“The martial arts of those with white votes is not enough to think of rice.”

Wrinkles were added to the face of Beomyong, the owner of Samsaldang, to the words of the giant Cho-lip. a logjam of insecurity

This year’s old Hyun-mook found a white ticket. However, he appeared on the street as if to show off, and the soldier knocked down all the lower-level sprinklers he sent to keep an eye on him.

It’s made to the point where you can’t fight, not kill.

“According to Isal, he saw himself.”

“What?”

“That’s exactly what I said. He looked at him as if he knew him.”

“Oh, my…”

Unusual bit his teeth. What’s all of a sudden? Did someone do this on purpose for Samsaldang? “Who is it? What about him? What is the relationship with white votes?”

“Unfortunately, we didn’t find out.”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen you before, but I’ve been denied access in less than ten pages (30 meters). As soon as he entered the room, everyone was touched by him. Strangely enough, the victims said they had broken arms and legs, as well as helpless facial expressions as if they had lost all their strength.”

“Well”

I’ve got ten sheets of air.

Salvation is unmanned but not unmanned. They’re only trained to kill. Therefore, I am used to hiding rather than playing head-to-head.

In order to conduct a hidden attack, various parts are investigated, ranging from the place where the contractor often goes, the person he meets, and the form of behaviour.

When you kill, you never rush. Bring the enemy to the place he wants, and only when he reaches the situation he wants.

Therefore, he absolutely needed the ability to hide his appearance and energy.

The only ones that didn’t go through such a process were the three express salads of the Samsaldang.

In the meantime, it was not enough to have the ability to ghostly grasp the hidden spirits of the salsa, and if you witnessed the death beyond that, you must not be a normally uncomfortable opponent.

Whom could it be? Why is such a man next to the white vote? What are you aiming for?

But whatever it is, there is only one conclusion.

“Throw away the white vote.”

“……!”

Echae glides through the eyes of the first class.

“All right.”

“Don’t stand up, Dan Chorip, and watch the situation. Leave it to Isal.”

“Is it only for Hyun-mook? ”

“Yes, the contract is a nyang of gold.”

“All right.”

It’s not a small amount of money. The price of life could not be determined by money, but one piece of gold was the amount that went into the top contract.

Baekpyo was born in Samsaldang. It has been a little over five years since he joined Samsaldang.

Nevertheless, he was one of the masters who was recognized as a special sprayer and represented Samsaldang.

Abandoning him was tantamount to a death sentence, and since the contract has been made, the entire salsa of Samsaldang will move except for Cho-ri.

He… can never escape death.

Cho Rip lowered his head and disappeared into the darkness.

Universal, who was looking at where he disappeared, could not erase the growing anxiety even though he had made a contract.

The experiences accumulated over the years kept warning him.

“What kind of guy is he?”