Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 153

Anyone who touches my stuff is a loser! (5)

"Catch up!"

“Damn it…. innumerable water Buddha!”

A swear word flowed out of Heo San-ja's mouth, and it quickly changed to Doho.

It means that your heart is urgent right now.

'How did this happen?'

There was nothing wrong with getting into the sword. No, it was the same after that. Even if all the people who had gathered for the sword and gun had come inside, Sanja Heo would not have paid much attention.

Because none of them could be a match for the shaman.

However, the number of those who entered was smaller than expected, and among those gathered above, only the strong entered, and the situation began to twist.

At first glance, it may be good news for a shaman that the number of those who entered with sword guns is small. However, world affairs have a subtle side, so things don't always work that way.

If there are many people, it is difficult to reach agreement. However, if the number of people is small, the exchange of opinions becomes easier. Especially when strong people who can't help but feel burdened with each other gather.

As a result, the shaman is being chased by the coalition of those who entered the sword gun now.

It must have been that they had agreed to stop the shaman from destroying the sword gun. And the sabotage of the alliance became a definite threat to the shaman as well.

There is urgency in Heo San-ja's voice.

"What do you mean it's so wide!"

"Structures will see the end soon!"

"Ugh!"

Still, Heo San-ja's face didn't seem to open up at all.

'Damn it. What on earth was Yak-seon thinking to create this place?'

It is often the case that where the treasure is, there are dangerous traps. Who wouldn't be more eccentric than those who dared to hide their treasures in a secret place without leaving their treasures to their descendants?

Such people usually believe that only those who are qualified can obtain the things they left behind. So, they set up traps to test their qualifications arbitrarily.

But isn't this the tomb of the yak-seon?

Just like those wacky people with medicine... … . No, who would have imagined that a tomb full of more pitfalls would have been built?

'It's so disgusting!'

Heo San-ja has already passed the risk of death several times. As he was at the forefront, he had to take the trap of the weak line first.

pouring saliva. A terrifying trap where the floor suddenly goes out. In addition to that, there were traps that were so terrifying that the hairs of the whole body would stand upright.

A trap awaits in front, and those who try to stop them from behind chase after them with their eyes reddish. In his short life, there were few situations that were so painful.

Heo San-ja bit his lips tightly.

'This is not a coincidence.'

I kept thinking that someone intentionally created the situation. I know it's very unlikely, but strangely I can't shake the thought.

Isn't it strange that no one who should have blocked their entry with the veil of seals, or who should have entered the sword together and bound their feet, did not enter the sword?

'Maybe that little guy... … ?'

When he thought that the man named Cheongmyeong of Hwasan had gathered soldiers by spraying Jangbodo, he was a man who wondered if this situation was also the intention of Cheongmyeong.

But he soon shook his head.

This is too far a thought. That little guy can't see the future so far and create a situation. It is said that you can go back quickly, but it is impossible to predict the characteristics of strong people without experience with strong people.

Moreover, isn't it the situation where the superiors of the volcano did not come to Namyeong?

A hundred thousand, perhaps the fire sword, is leading the disciples. It is too much of a delusion that such people could have even anticipated such a situation.

"Elder! The pressure is strong!"

"Ummm."

Heo San-ja sighed heavily.

"Empty!"

"Yes, the death penalty!"

"Stop as much as possible from those who come from behind. Lead the disciples and bind their feet!"

"The death penalty?"

"I will lead a few and advance quickly."

"All right!"

Heo Gong Jin-in answered firmly and flew backwards.

"Jinhyeon! Mugil! Mupyeong!"

"Yes! Elder!"

"Follow me! We get our hands on the horn fabric!"

"Yes!"

Heo Sanja quickly jumped forward.

Taking the time to check the rear is never the best solution. It would be a great burden for those who remain if some, including Heo San-ja, fall out, but for now, even if you have to sacrifice a little, getting Hon-Won is the first thing to do.

Heo San-ja, who was widening the distance and kicking forward, suddenly clenched his teeth!

"Keep down!"

Papa! Papa Papa!

As soon as the horse fell, sharp arrows flew all at once from the front. Seeing the arrowheads glowing green, it was clear that they had poisoned.

"Medicine!"

Heo San-ja's sword strikes the flying arrows in all directions. Not even a single arrow of his sword continued to pass.

"A person called yak-seon memorizes with extreme poison! What the hell is this place!"

But that wasn't the end.

"In front of the elder, there is a popular chuck."

Heo San-ja frowned at Jin-hyun's words.

I don't feel any energy, but what the hell is pretending to be popular? … .

That was the moment.

Heo San-ja, who was running, stopped on the spot.

Then he looked forward as if in disbelief.

in the dark.

Something is moving in the deep darkness that the eye cannot see.

Heo San-ja's panic wasn't because of something moving in this unarmed sword gun.

'Can't you feel the vitality?'

Something is moving, but I don't feel any energy. If it is moving, it must have vitality, but it means that it is not felt at all.

So what the hell is moving now?

ugh

Heo San-ja felt the hairs all over his body stand up at the strange sound coming from inside.

Eventually, when he confirmed the identity of the moving things, he had no choice but to spit out violent swear words.

"You crazy..."

I've never seen it with my own eyes.

However, it is very clear what the identity of what is visible now is. 'Cause I've come in countless times

"...Gangsi (?

尸)."

A dead body was moving.

A dead body with no life in its eyes and a grayish skin is approaching them recklessly. Just by looking at them, an instinctive rejection strikes them.

Heo San-ja cried out with anger and astonishment.

"What do you mean by this place?"

But there was no time to be surprised.

"Come on, Elder! Come!"

"Damn it!"

Heo Sanja grabbed the sword. Whatever comes next, it is clear what they have to do.

"They are the dead who can't rest even in death! Have pity on them and let them sleep!"

"Yes! Elder!"

Heo San-ja bit his lips tightly.

'What the hell were you thinking, yaksen!'

Maybe he misjudged the medicine. If so... … .

'Maybe no one is living here.'

Heo Sanja blew away all the clutter in his head and rushed to the gangsters while chanting Doho.

* * *

It's embarrassing.

Hong Dae-kwang was madly embarrassed.

What's so embarrassing about making a mistake?

'I made a mistake.'

It has nothing to say even with ten mouths.

But no matter how wrong you are,

"I'm an adult!"

"Okay, don't!"

Qingming raised a hand. Hong Dae-kwang, who blinks for a moment, stands close to the wall.

"Uh-huh, just like Seung-Jil!"

If Cheongmyeong was the body of the old plum swordsman, Hong Dae-gwang would not have been able to extract even the bones. But strangely, if you try to beat someone with this body, you'll get a subtle resentment towards someone a little older.

So this is how it ended. But you don't know that fact and you have such a pitiful face.

"No. I'm upset because I won."

Hong Dae-kwang looked around with a sad face, whether he knew the feeling of such a Cheong-myeong.

But the only thing that came back was a gaze like a knife.

"I thought that man of mine would make an accident someday."

"It's completely buried. If you get hit by a volcanic dragon here, it's overdone! Overdosed!"

“How come you are so upset and meet such a human being!”

"If you want to be alone, you have to be alone!"

It's sad.

It was even sadder to know that the people who are making those accusations now are his servants, not the disciples of the volcano.

Hong Dae-kwang rubbed his eyes as he was devoured by the swear words and swear words of the Bunta members. Still, the only comfort was the fact that it was a dark room, so it was hard to see the bruised eyes.

"This is why I didn't want to deal with beggars!"

"...beg, don't beg. It's bad to hear."

"Then don't beg!"

“……”

It was just Hong Dae-kwang who kept his mouth shut, knowing that no matter what he said now, he would hear nothing but cursing.

"anyway……."

Cheongmyeong glared at Hong Dae-gwang. They seem to be looking for something else to swear by. Hong Dae-kwang twisted his body every time his sad blue gaze pierced his body.

Baek Cheon secretly approached Cheong Myung and changed the topic, apparently feeling a comradeship from that figure.

"You're not going to waste time here, are you?"

"Eww."

Qingming made a sick sound. In my mind, I want to grab me for three days and shake it off, but I don't have time right now.

"Do well."

"...I'm sorry."

"Twitter."

He looked at Hong Dae-gwang as if he didn't like Cheong-Myeong at all and turned around.

“It wasn’t like this in the old days when it opened. Why is it getting worse, everyone?”

When is the old opening date you know?

It was Hong Dae-kwang, who was filled with injustice and sadness from the inside out. Then Baekcheon and Yoonjong approached him and silently tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't comfort me. I'm about to cry!"

"I understand."

" ."

Hong Dae-kwang shook his head and sighed.

"By the way, where else are you?"

Qingming looks around. The place we reached at the end of the long hallway was again a spacious stone room. And at the end of the stone chamber, another new door appears.

"Hmm."

Qingming had strange eyes.

The door is firmly closed.

“Is there no sign of anyone coming in?”

"Turn it off."

Qingming sharpened his teeth.

"There was a side road in the middle. I should have gone there originally, but a beggar broke the ceiling!"

That 'some beggar' shrugs his shoulders.

Outside of the sword gun, he was treated as one of the best talents in the open world and the master of a seasoned strongman, but here he was just a beggar.

"...Then what's wrong?"

"Ttt. It's wrong and it's Nabal, we should go first."

Qingming looked back and said.

"Because the way back is blocked anyway."

Everyone hardened their faces at those words.

Until a while ago, if things went awry, you could somehow climb back up to where you fell off, but now there's no way back. You just have to move forward and find a new way.

"I'll see you right away. Follow me closely."

"okay."

"If you touch anything strange again, I'll cut off your fingernails!"

"……okay."

Cheongmyung rolled his eyes and strode to open the door. Then he tilts his head slightly.

"Why?"

"No. I think it smells fishy."

"Yes?"

"No. Go in."

Qingming carefully opened the door and walked inside. It is different from the hallway we passed through a while ago. A natural cave that has not been created artificially unfolded before my eyes.

'It's like a narrow cave, but... … .'

Cheongmyung narrowed his forehead slightly and hurried his steps.

I was riding in the cave for a long time like that.

hooded.

"Don't make a sound."

"Yes."

hooded.

"Don't make a sound."

"I didn't."

hooded.

"Then what do you mean? Did I pay? I..."

hooded.