The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“……”

“I’m a shaman student. Jinmu, the first disciple.”

Oh… I see.

Baek Pyo and Baek Yeo-rin blinked with a blank look.

But why do you eat meat? What about alcohol? The way you talk? What about being rude?

Before he came to Baekgajang, he robbed money after crushing the Sapans.

But how can I be seen as a shaman’s bankruptcy?

“Well, I know you’re wondering, but why are you looking upset? Do you want me to poke your eyes?”

“Oh, that’s not it.”

“It doesn’t make sense…”

Baek Pyo and Baek Yeo-rin made embarrassing faces at the same time.

It’s so funny. You’ve been killing people until recently.

“What doesn’t make sense? You said something about the appearance.”

Jinmu smirked.

And then,

“By the way, I don’t know. After all, is there no choice but to question him?”

Jinmu got up with a frown.

“100 votes”

“What?”

Baek-pyo, who was still blinking with a blank look, raised his head and looked at Jin-mu.

“Let’s go.”

“…where?”

“I have to torture you.”

“I’m going to crush their knees and pick their eyes and get a confession.”

“……”

“Do you know any torture technicians? What is it called, a drug that makes you tell the truth? What would you say if you threatened to go to hell?”

The thought that filled Baekpyo and Baek Yeo-rin’s heads with Jin-mu, who was muttering while walking earlier, was the same.

A disciple of a shaman? Jungpa? Where are you going? In what part?

***

a hundred-page prison

It’s been empty for a while.

But now, each of the six people was trapped. They were masked men who had attacked Baekjang in the fight against the Gang of Famer.

a clattering sound

When I opened the door and entered, I saw a panoramic view of the prison.

“It’s perfectly tied up.”

Jin-moo looked at them with a ridiculous expression

He tied his limbs with a chain on the wall and filled his muzzle if he committed suicide.

On top of that, there was no way to die, even if I tried to die. Jinmu passed by others and approached the person who identified himself as Mok In-gyeom.

His eyes are glaring at Jinmu.

“Oh, I’ve never seen a guy cursing with his eyes.”

It felt like that. a cursing look in one’s eyes that one can’t even put into one’s mouth

The chain hits the wall and the clanging sound rings throughout the prison from the moment you see it.

squeaking

Jinmu, who opened the door and approached, thought for a moment.

I have to take off the muzzle for questioning, but what if I bite my tongue and volunteer? He wanted to die for himself, didn’t he?

But if you pull out your jawbone, you won’t be able to talk

Should I pull out all my teeth?

It was too cruel. It’s a famous shaman’s bankruptcy.

Some people watch, so I thought I shouldn’t use that method.

“Hmm.”

Jinmu looked at Mok Ingyeom.

“Oh! That’s right!”

Don’t bite your tongue. All you have to do is talk.

Jinmu approached Mok In-gyeom and gently touched his chin.

It wasn’t a bloodstain that touched his hand.

It was intended to weaken only the muscles that touch it by pulling the jaw, one of the numerous muscles in the face, so that it could not be chewed.

I don’t need the whole thing. I just need to cut off a few.

“Well, shall we get started?”

Jinmu’s eyes turned evil.

Tuk, two, tuk!

When his fingers lightly hit the sides of both jaws, Mok In-gyeom’s eyes popped out.

“Wow…”

Mok In-gyeom, who had no trauma but suffered a muscle cut off on Jinmu’s finger, began to cry like a beast. Baek Pyo and Baek Yeo-rin wondered what blood pressure he had.

“Well, I think we’re roughly ready.”

Jinmu grinned and peeled off Mok In-gyeom’s muzzle.

“Give me this, Ino-um, Zara-ri!”

“Huh? Did I cut off too many muscles?”

Jinmu frowned.

I was saying something, but I couldn’t understand it at all.

“Well, I can’t help it. I’ll ask you now, so think carefully and answer.”

“Shut up!”

Jinmu stared at Mok In-gyeom, who was screaming with bloodshot eyes, and then broke his middle finger and flicked his forehead.

Oh my god!

“Scream!”

Mok In-gyeom’s head bounced off the wall behind him.

“To die.”

Jinmu was short-tempered. There was also a bone and flesh twisting and muscle breaking method, but Jinmu liked to give immediate pain.

If you get a proper shot in this way, your brain shakes and thrilling pain spreads throughout your body. Moreover, it is a good way to torture because there is an eye to watch.

“Just answer the question. Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Oh my god.”

“Which team are you in?”

“…….”

Oh my god!

“Where’s the old man named Dae-rang?”

Oh my god!

“What are you guys doing?”

Oh my god!

Jinmu’s middle finger bounced excitedly, and Mok In-gyeom’s head bounced off the wall.

“Are you old?”

“What?”

“Is that a finger flick?”

“…I don’t think so.”

It’s a new kind of torture.

The way of bouncing was similar to flying a tanji ball, but it was a flick.

Tie up your limbs and flick them.k. It’s a bit harsh up to here, but it could have looked like a prank.

The problem is that the batter is a master of strength.

The night of a man with such a powerful martial art as digging a diamond with a finger… …was horrifying to look at.

“Is he really a shaman’s student?”

“…well.”

(Sound “Ddak”)

While Baek-pyo and Baek Yeo-rin whispered with a fear-filled expression, Jin-moo’s fingers continued to bounce, and Mok In-gyeom had horns growing on his forehead with his limbs tied.

***

He didn’t know much or find out if he lacked torture.

He didn’t seem to know the identity of the prosecutor’s sword.

They were just sub-organizations moving under orders from the Great Wall, and the only orders they received were to secure “bloodlessness.”

However, before losing his mind, he murmured the word “Cheongseong.”

Cheongseong?

Why do they mention Cheongseong?

the deafness and the bloodlessness of the sword

I couldn’t figure out what the relationship was.

Since the next destination is Cheongseong anyway, I thought I might know something when I go there.

There seemed to be nothing more to find out from Mok In-gyeom, who had been knocked out countless times on the night.

I tried to wake him up several times, but he said, “Cheongseong.”

“Bloodless.”

repeated only

When Jinmu returned to his place, he sighed

“It’s not a small organization, is it? That’s amazing. You’ve got a coal-fired warrior in your subordinate organization.”

“When asked how many people are like them, Mok In-gyeom is a lot.”

He only answered that I didn’t know the exact number. However, I couldn’t understand it well if I cut the book’s roots.

“In the end, we have no choice but to leave it to an expert.”

There was a person who came to mind.

A windless fire fighting He said he was going after the forces associated with the Great Wall, so he knew something.

But you don’t have to meet Yang. It’s just annoying for no reason.

“100 votes.”

“Yes! Eungong!”

When Jin-moo called, Baek-pyo replied with a startled look.

Why is this guy so straight all of a sudden? I couldn’t find my old rude self. His eyes were frightened by something, and his eyes were on Jinmu’s hand.

“Are there any open islands nearby?””

“Yes, maybe.”

“All right. Bring it on.”

“Okay, but I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“We have guests from the Powerhouse.”

“Customer?”

“Yes, I came to see you in person, saying I wanted to meet you.”

“Hmm.”

Jin-moo, who was thinking for a while, said lightly.

“Okay, bring it up. With the centurion.”

“Yes!”

Since I touched it anyway, I was going to solve it myself. If left alone, they would definitely fight over hegemony again, but given the skills of Baek-pyo, who has built his skills with the technique of collecting, both of them had to suffer great damage unless a master was invited.

“You should’ve gotten along well. Why are you fighting? Tsk tsk.”

While Jinmu was chewing his tongue and contemplating Mok In-gyeom and his organizations, Baek-pyo brought guests from the Baejeokdang.

Including Noh Young-chan, the leaders of the Paegyeongdang and the elders of the Baekgajang gathered, and the support was full.

Both sides sat facing each other in the chair prepared by Baekgajang, and Jinmu, Baek Yeo-rin, and Noh Young-chan were at the center.

“Did you eat?”

“Oh, no. It’s all right, my lord.”

“It’s okay. If you have a guest, you should have something to eat.”

Jinmu glanced at Baekpyo.

“Bake it.”

“Yes!”

The elders of Baekjang frowned at Jinmu’s words when he stood up and cut the meat, but no one spoke.

a whipping sound

While the cut meat was being cooked, Jinmu looked at Noh Young-chan.

“Are you going to continue?”

“…What?”

“Fighting against the Hundred Scenes.”

“…that.”

“Stop it.”

“…….”

This time, the leaders of the defeatist party have distorted their faces.

I’m not stopping the kids from fighting in the neighborhood. Stop it.

It wasn’t just a matter of words.

Guilin’s numerous interests depended on the outcome of the fight.

“Yeah, it’s not easy to judge. It’s not like 100 heads of households, it’s not like they can’t eat because of that, is it?”

“That’s…”

Noh Young-chan couldn’t say anything and frowned.

“Why? Are you offended?”

“That’s not it.”

“If you feel bad, hold your sword now. What’s so special about Murim?”

“……”

“If you don’t say anything, I know you quit. Then how much will the hundred masters give up now?”

“What does that mean?”

“The Interests of Guilin. You’ve been occupying it for a long time. Give way roughly to the appropriate extent. Shouldn’t they have something to gain?”

“No!”

Baek Yeo-rin said with anger at Jin-mu’s words.

“You can’

“Yes, if you give them territory, the grasshoppers in the valley suffer greatly.”

“What kind of pain?”

“They must be able to extort money by tyrannizing over people.”

Jinmu watched Baek Yeo-rin staring at Noh Young-chan.

“What about you?”

“…what?”

“They take the money, and then what are you taking?”

“A hundred heads of families get paid. Restaurants, bases, tops. Everyone pays for Baekjang.”

“It’s not like that. They’re just in the spirit of backing a hundred songs.”

“You’re talking nonsense.”