Childhood Friend of the Zenith - Chapter 354

When I think of gray hair, I usually think of Namgungse’s unique hair.

Blue-white hair with a little bit of blue in it.

It was a representative part of the change that came from the influence of Shimgong.

‘It’s pure white.’

However, the person in front of him had whiter hair than him.

It is not the white color that changes with old age.

Although the man’s age seemed to be somewhere in the range between Lee Rip and Unho.

There was more to that gray hair than that.

A white eye that resembles him faces me.

‘what.’

It’s clear that their eyes are looking at me.

The feeling of having eye contact with him is fuzzy.

How can I explain this feeling?

obviously in front

A feeling that is not well recognized.

The difference in the realm is so extreme that it feels different from the feeling you feel.

Should I say it is the extreme of heterogeneity?

By the time the incomprehensible bloating from inside gradually filled up to the tip of the neck.

Swoop.

The man must have noticed my gaze, and he suddenly took out an unknown object from his bosom and put it on my face.

When I did something, it was a mask.

It is a mask that can be seen anywhere.

If there’s something a little unusual, it’s not a complete mask, but only half of it.

I wondered why he was suddenly wearing something like that, so I knew the reason as soon as the man put on the half mask.

Suuuuuu…

“…!”

When you wear a mask, changes appear.

The moment the man put on the mask, his white hair, which seemed to glow, was dyed black.

Change is fleeting.

In a time when only a few seconds had passed.

The change wasn’t all that.

‘…see.’

The blur that only showed hair and eyes disappears.

It means that it has begun to become ‘awareness’.

The man’s eyes and nose are barely visible.

what?

Is it the power of that mask?

‘Ghost…?’

Anything that could show that kind of situation was precious no matter how you look at it.

Besides, somewhere.

‘It looks familiar somewhere.’

Where did you see it?

Where did I see that half mask? Just looking at it makes me feel uncomfortable.

where did you feel

‘ah…!’

remembered Where did you see that half mask?

that one.

‘That’s what Jegalhyeok used.’

Cheonyurang, Jegal-hyeok, who was called the brain of the Demonic Cult.

The mask he wore to cover the burns on my face looked like mine.

‘…why? Does that man have it?’

Although most likely not the same thing.

For some reason, the idea that the half mask was the same as the one that Jegal-hyeok was carrying did not disappear.

Did that mask have that effect…?

“Little boy.”

In the gap where I was staring at such a man.

The man opens his mouth to me.

“Did you think you would keep watching?”

“…sorry. I don’t know.”

“Okay. It’s just that I’m not used to having someone stare at me.”

Saying so, the man brought the glass of water he had in his hand to his mouth.

glass of water.

Was the man holding a glass of water?

‘I didn’t even see that.’

If I hadn’t worn a mask, I wouldn’t have seen anything.

Realizing that far, a chill runs down my spine.

That’s what it means to the uninitiated that they don’t recognize others.

It means that it is easy for mice to die without even knowing.

“…”

How can I feel this feeling now that I have reached the hwagyeong?

what the hell is this guy

“That’s a funny expression.”

“…!”

“It is a good habit. Keep going.”

“…”

It was discovered that he sensed the danger while weighing the opponent.

Despite knowing that, the man’s reaction was calm, as if the conversation had just ended.

“…who are you.”

Who the hell is this guy?

It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a person who creates such a tight tension.

Although I don’t know all the known strong players in midfield.

I thought I knew it to some extent.

I don’t know anything about this guy.

The man who heard my question raised his head slightly and looked at me.

I didn’t know when I was white.

I think I know more because I have black eyes.

Dark eyes with no sense of contrast.

Those who had no place in life and death had eyes like that.

Most of them have eyes like that because they have no regrets in life.

or.

‘Because I killed so many people.’

Those who have killed countless lives used to look like that.

That’s why I’m more curious.

the true identity of that man.

“It’s a question of identity, so it’s been a long time since I’ve heard it.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yeah, because usually everyone is dead before you ask me about that.”

That’s why it’s so damn scary.

“Introduction… It’s been a while since I introduced myself to someone.”

The man’s gaze turns to mine.

It is an eye that is hard to see for a long time.

If you keep facing it, you’ll feel like you’re digging your insides out.

“however.”

at that time.

The man’s voice pierced his ears.

different from before The tone and pitch of the voice were the same.

I feel something profound. My mouth is salivating unconsciously.

As if to swallow it.

“Little boy, you seem to already know, but why do you want to hear it through my mouth?”

“…”

His eyebrows furrowed at the man’s words.

Yes, as the man said.

I already guessed about his identity.

Where did you start guessing?

‘…from the moment I saw your eyes.’

From the moment I met the man’s eyes.

I started putting the pieces together little by little along with the situation.

Eyes like that and a vague presence like that are common traits possessed by dark guests.

Throughout my previous life, I have met many darkspeakers.

Everyone I met was burned to death by my hands.

That’s what it means to have met and survived an assassin.

kill or

die or

‘This man.’

I dared to say that if I faced that masked man in a bloody sense.

I won’t be able to win

It’s pride, it’s nabal, it’s a certainty felt from the desire to survive.

‘How did you do that?’

Can the sense of existence be blurred to that point?

The difference in level I felt from the Heavenly Demon. The gap that made it impossible to feel the existence that came from there.

What the man has is different.

It hides its existence so that it cannot be felt.

It’s so elaborate and detailed that you can’t feel it even though you’re talking to me right in front of me and looking at my eyes.

‘Can you do that?’

can you do it

I could do something like that if I was dealing with a civilian who had nothing to bet on.

Hana I am a warrior who has reached the end of the world.

It has passed the climax of being called the tomb of no man.

In other words, it has reached a level that will not exceed a thousand units if counted among countless midfielders.

Oh, it’s a little embarrassing because I’m thinking about that….

My ears feel red by themselves.

anyway.

‘That level against me.’

Could that be possible? The midfield is too wide to think that way.

and.

There were definitely ‘possible’ darkspeakers.

Isn’t it too well known?

Taking off the traits of a secret guest who should not reveal how good he is.

There was one known assassin in midfield.

No, it’s not exactly one person, so it would be correct to say that he is a representative figure.

The most famous place among the sprinklers known in Jungwon.

iron night slaughterhouse.

It is a place called the place where the best sprinklers gathered to reach Jungwon.

And the head there dares to be called the king of murderers.

The name “Lord of the Night” was given.

“…the dark king.”

Did you like my answer?

The corner of the man’s mouth rises very slightly.

Why is the King of the Night, who no one knows his true identity?

I wonder if he was here with the Swordsman.

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When an incident has occurred and then it has reached the stage of remediation.

“Not enough cloth…!”

The busiest was, of course, the medical school.

“Damn it… the blood won’t stop.”

“senior…!”

There is the smell of blood and screams.

Lawmakers are moving their bodies in a hurry.

The number of sick was too great.

even.

“Where is the newcomer who came in last time…! I’m going to be busy!”

“…That friend died while protecting another government official during the day.”

“…Fuck… What kind of warrior is Ji!? I said that we are people who heal, not people who protect or not.”

“…”

He shouts, but his insides are rotting.

“Senior… I think I should bring more cloth.”

Things to clean the blood are getting scarce.

Even in the midst of this, some people have already stopped breathing.

At that level, no matter how much my teacher came, I wouldn’t be able to save her.

there is no hell

The man who was constantly playing with his hands bit his lip.

I didn’t want to see this, so I ran away from the medical corps.

The later exponents, who would have been prosperous, die every time time passes.

The congressman continues to move, hiding his trembling hands. bleeding won’t stop

Dark scars.

It would have no choice but to be deep in the wounds that were cut in order to kill.

Wounds can’t heal

It seemed that those who died because they could not be saved like this exceeded ten.

“Bring another dagger. Let’s light it again before the fire burns out…”

Passing by such a clinic, a white hand stretches out.

I casually touched the body of a warrior covered in blood.

Seeing that, the legislator screamed.

“who is this! What are you doing…!”

The lawmaker, who was about to scream, stopped talking for a moment.

It was because they met blue eyes that seemed to contain the sky.

What feels subtle is the coldness.

It was a woman who looked cold enough that the coldness did not feel strange.

This is a person that even the legislator knows.

He is a blood relative of the Moyong family, one of the four generations.

The latter index, which occupies one of the six dragons and three peaks.

It was Mo Yong-hee from Seolbong.

Swoop.

Cold air spreads from Mo Yong-hee’s outstretched hand.

Mixed with that chill was definitely a bet. Perhaps thanks to that, the blood and screams that burst out gradually fade.

“…What…”

“What are you doing?”

As the congressman tries to express his doubts, Mo Yong-hee’s cold voice pierces him.

“You have to do your job. Are you just going to watch?”

“…!”

After hearing the words, the doctor who came to his senses hurriedly moved his hand.

There was no time to worry.

Time flies.

Mo Yong-hee naturally blended in with them, as if she hadn’t been like that since when.

He began helping to heal the Kwandosaeng using his unique coldness and betting.

Time flies, and the situation where you can barely catch your breath has arrived.

The senator found her.

“…Thank you.”

Mo Yong-hee slightly nods her head in appreciation from the congressman.

Both sides were in bad shape.

At first glance, the clothes that looked expensive were all soaked in blood.

Her hair, which was supposed to have been neatly combed, was messed with blood.

The bloodstains on her white cheeks looked alluring at first glance, but…

“Stop staring at me.”

At Mo Yong-hee’s words, the lawmaker had to turn his head.

“sorry.”

“I have a body in my own way, so seeing it like that is a bit uncomfortable.”

“yes?”

When the lawmaker asked what he was talking about.

Mo Yong-hee says in a calm voice.

“Everyone who looked at me that way usually had a crush on me.”

“…”

“Because it’s not nice to be bothered. Please be careful.”

It was so rude and arrogant.

It was quite persuasive because it was Seolbong who was speaking the words.

In fact, even the lawmaker himself thought it was dangerous.

“Looking at this, I don’t think I’m dead yet…”

“Yes…?”

“Why doesn’t it work on that person…”

I don’t like it anyway.

Mo Yong-hee apparently whispered that.

A woman who knows herself to be beautiful is bound to become attractive just by that.

In that respect, Mo Yong-hee was a woman with overwhelming charm.

Seeing that even in this situation, the congressman made me think that way.

‘Did you have a fiancée?’

I don’t know the details, but I thought it was funny for a moment.

after putting that behind

“Thank you again for your help.”

The lawmaker expresses his gratitude to Mo Yong-hee.

It was unusual for a blood relative of a high family to help even in that state.

I heard that Seolbong is a cold and calculating person, like most people in the Moyong family.

Are you actually a warm person?

“You don’t have to thank me. It was a bit difficult for the blood relatives of the merchant house that I had recruited so far to die. I did it because it was okay to leave me in debt like this.”

“…”

The councilor laughed bitterly after hearing the words.

“Even so. It helped me a lot.”

“I guess so. Thanks to that, the Danjeon was empty.”

The bet mixed with the cold helped considerably in the treatment.

Even Mo Yong-hee didn’t just use it for hemostasis as if she had some knowledge in medicine.

Whatever the reason, if it stayed the same, it could have saved a dying person.

As a member of the legislative branch, that would be satisfactory.

Looking at such a lawmaker, Mo Yong-hee suddenly asks.

“Is that you?”

“…yes?”

“A disciple of fidelity.”

“…”

At Mo Yong-hee’s words, the lawmaker’s eyes widen.

…How did know?

It would have been something no one would have known.

The fact that he is a direct disciple of God.

“…that.”

“I trust that you will pay for everything I have done.”

The lawmaker who watched Mo Yong-hee leave with a smile.

throws out a dejected laugh

Now, does that mean that even this was a calculated action?

If you put it like that, it felt so scary, but on the other hand, I felt the charm that was maximized.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.

It felt like it would take a long time to erase the feelings that had sprouted.

That’s why the senator was envious.

That’s what she’s talking about.

that buck

Mo Yong-hee, who was tired of sitting and moving all day.

“ha.”

I was able to exhale the breath I had been holding back.

‘…It was harder than I thought.’

It is only at this point that the exhausted and tired body becomes tangible.

‘Is this the price of neglecting training?’

It must be the price of stopping betting practice for treatment.

Even the coldness he was trying not to use was used. The fatigue would be higher.

‘I’m really going to enjoy some kind of wealth and glory.’

While Mo Yong-hee was walking, she suddenly had to laugh.

Why do you want to suffer so much for?

‘You said you came here meanly, but I’m not coming to see you?’

In addition, I think of a man whose face has not been shown even once, and I get angry.

I’m having a hard time going around like this.

How angry he was that he only glanced at the injured women.

“If this is the case, I would be hurt too.”

Should I curse at my healthy body?

Mo Yong-hee was dumbfounded even though she had come up with it herself.

It was an immature word that didn’t fit his personality.

Then you lick your lips

“…I’m sure you weren’t hurt.”

I was worried about the safety of the man who was swearing at me.

Rumors had already spread about what he had done, so it was impossible not to know.

How did this happen?

Mo Yong-hee had to feel her head hurt when she recalled the situation.

‘…Not good.’

It’s not about raiding.

Of course, he is included, but since it has already happened, put that aside.

The future was a problem.

Sinryonggwan, where a large number of descendants of prestigious families and families gathered.

Dozens of cadets were killed in the raid that took place there.

Right now, the Murim Meng doesn’t know if they know or not, but they don’t take action.

‘Maybe he’s doing this because he doesn’t know.’

If the situation becomes known even later.

This was a crisis.

Crisis of the Murim Alliance.

To the future that is drawn in my head.

Mo Yong-hee had to run her hair over and over again.

I frowned at the feeling of the hardened blood between my fingers.

reminds me in the meantime

If the situation were to turn out like this, that would be the first thing that would happen.

than their dirty state.

That was more of a concern.

It has to be.

“If this happens, obviously.”

Most of Mo Yong-hee’s mind has already drawn what will happen to Murimmaeng and what Shinryonggwan will be like in the future.

The most important thing in that situation was something else.

that.

“My father is coming…”

Baekcheon Sword Master, the head of the Moyong family.

It was a situation where he had to move himself.