Abolition of the Wicked

The person who received the land document disappeared with a smile on his face. He had bought three percent at a lower price than the market price, so it had to be good. 

“Bastard…” 

All he had left now was this. “I will drink even the bones!” 

His belief was as firm as a rock. And so, he sold the land on the property he had and gave 500,000 nyang. It was because he thought that if he drove out the Iron Bloods and took care of Oseon Manor, all business would return to normal and this would be money that could be recovered quickly. 

However, this was all in vain. The reason was that the 500,00 nyang had evaporated along the way. He waited for a few days, but afterwards, doubt began to gnaw at him. And as a result of investigating for a few more days, he soon found out that the Moorim group that Yeo Dong-sul was talking about didn’t even exist. 

“What a great man.” General Dong Ga-gwan, who had been in charge of housekeeping for 30 years starting from his predecessor, called Hwang Jo-gil outside. His friends brought in from Beijing either died or had gotten scammed and left, leaving only his father’s vassals his whole life. 

Only then did Hwang Jo-gil admit that his father’s eyes were correct. Hwang Jo-gil then asked Dong Ga-gwan as soon as he entered the room. “Have you got any news?” 

“It is said that they found a woman’s wine in Fuan County, Fujian Province. As expected by the public, I searched the other side of Beijing and found it.” 

“I knew it. You’d think I’d be scouring his hometown of Beijing, but I’m looking into his head.” 

At the same time, he hadn’t noticed the fraud that the sister-in-law was doing, so it wasn’t ‘clear.’ “But I couldn’t run away.” 

Fu’an County was close to the border of Zhejiang Province and Fujian Province. By this time, he thought that at least Guangdong would be there…

“Catch me.” 

“I have already given the instructions. But there was something strange about the report.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It is said that the sister-in-law was staying at a shabby guest cup.” 

“Is the guy who scammed my money of 500,000 nyang in a shabby guest room?” 

500,000 nyang was enough money to buy ten luxury guest rooms. ‘There’s no way I’ve already wasted that much money. Was it just to avoid my eyes?’ Anyway, grab it and you’ll find out. 

* * * 

Jang Mandok went into the basement early in the morning. Geom Woo-bin was always asleep at this time. Jang Mandok, who was about to light the brazier, thinking, ‘Poor death penalty,’ turned to Geom Woo-bin. 

“Um…” Jang Mandok’s gaze was fixed on Geom Woo-bin and found that he couldn’t move. Geom Woo-bin, who had a good rest, finally opened his eyes.

 – Priest Zhang, why are you doing this?

Geom Woo-bin raised his upper body and lowered his head, focusing on one area of his magic. “Oh! This guy, after a long time… It’s grown!”

Finally, the side effects were eventually getting better. “Wait. It may be temporary, so let’s not rejoice too soon.” 

At this, Woo-bin immediately went down to business. The energy began to stably circulate the meridians of the whole body. A side effect that he had experienced so far was a phenomenon caused by a separate runaway of the Blood Wind Lion’s martial arts. However, he was able to harmoniously control the four different auras. The reason there were no side effects for this was because he learned each martial arts harmoniously in the first place.

A smile hung on the lips of Geom Woo-bin, who soon finished. “Priest Jang. Tell the three priests to blow up Jeon Seo-gu and come back. I think that would be better.” 

Jang Mandok, who had a thrilled expression on his face, nodded broadly and went outside. Gong Seong-tak, who was hammering in the blacksmith’s shop, then said: “Lord Zhang. You look good!” 

When Jang Mandok raised his thumb, Seong-tak stopped hammering. “Was Woo-bin ill?” 

When he made a circle with his hands, Gong Seong-tak rejoiced as if it was his job. “Good! That’s great!” 

Arriving at Jeon Seo-gu, Jang Mandok took out a paper pen ink, which was always near him. Jang Mandok, who had written on a small piece of paper, stopped his hand as he was about to put the paper in a bin to be tied to the pigeon’s leg. If the three of them were to return like this, the time spent alone with Geom Woo-bin would soon disappear. 

He couldn’t let this lucky time pass in vain. Jang Mandok burned the paper he had written with Sammaejinhwa, and then flew the Jeonseogu with other contents. A happy smile hung on Jang Mandok’s face.

 * * * 

After seeing the letter from Jeon Seo-gu sent by Mandok Jang, Hong let out a long sigh. “The death penalty is still unchanged.” 

“We have to go get a Hwagokchim quickly.” 

“The promised date is approaching, but there is no news that the secret song has been found.” 

They went into the room where Baek Dong-pal was. They were staying at the rally because they didn’t know when they would find the secret song. As the time drew nearer, Baek Dong-pal couldn’t even eat properly because his lips had been cracked and his tongue was protruding. 

It was as if his body, which had been so generous, had thickened and had become baggy due to his clothes. “Where are you sick? You have to take good care of your body.”

At this,  Baek Dong-pal looked fiercely at Do Pyeong-su, who had spoken these words. “Who am I doing this for?” 

Seok-san patted Baek Dong-pal’s shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself too much for your incompetence. Aren’t you trying too hard?” 

Hope tilted at Baek Dong-pal’s face.

“The day after tomorrow is the deadline set by the bloody messengers, so even if you can’t find the secret song by then, won’t you kill me?” 

“That is another matter altogether.” 

At the resolute words, Baek Dong-pal began to shout, “What’s the matter! It’s unfair to die because of something I can’t do anything about!” 

“It would be embarrassing.” 

“You mean you’re going to kill me knowing that?” 

“You are not the only person in the world who is unfair.” 

The people who made that injustice looked at Baek Dong-pal with a pitiful expression. ‘I… How did those humans come to eat their heads?’ 

They looked as if they were looking at a poor person who had nothing to do with them. Baek Dong-pal wanted to strangle the blood lion if he could. ‘Let’s not waste time on hopes that can’t be achieved, and let’s find a way to save lives.’ 

The Blood Wind Lion was staying at the rally, but it seemed like he could escape if he did well. “Are you thinking of running away?” 

It felt like his heart was pounding into his stomach at the words of Geum Hong. “Oh, no. I, I, uh, how dare that… … Would you like to think like that?” 

“It was written on his face saying he was thinking that way. no crowd So will the country. If you go to the sea through the secret passage and get into the sea in the hidden boat, you will surely be able to escape.” 

He knew the ship hidden in the secret passage? Damn it! 

He tapped Baek Dong-arm’s shoulder. “Try. You can definitely do it.” 

It was as if he had become Goku in the palm of the Buddha’s hand. ‘I am a fool who thought that the Blood Lion might be able to escape from her grasp.’ 

As soon as Geum Hong left the room, the two of them immediately caught him with praises. “Good job. You bastard, you must be confident that you can run away now.” 

“If you can’t find the secret song by the promised date, you really will have no choice. We’re afraid we don’t even dare to run away, but Geum Hong must have gained strength from your words.” 

Though the threats were imminent, he had no desire to kill Baek Dong-pal. However, it was impossible for a Blood Lion to break his promise to kill. 

“In the past, we would have just killed him, but we have changed a lot too.” 

“With the death penalty, everyone has no choice but to change. The death penalty should get better soon.” 

* * * 

Jang Mandok practiced facial expressions. Geom Woo-bin knew his heart just by looking at his face. When they returned, all the happy moments of practicing with Geom Woo-bin alone, taking a walk along the river once a day, and having a private meal together would soon pass away. 

In addition to this, Jang Mandok was not a good liar in the first place. However, he had begun practicing the art of hiding his expression with regards to Geom Woo-bin. “In Seungryong Jangcheon’s herbivorous diet, you have to run like this, right?” 

Jang Mandok looked at Woo-bin with a happy expression. He couldn’t help but find him to be even more adorable. ‘By the way, the death penalty has become really great.’ 

No one in the history of Moorim has achieved such an achievement at the age of only 14. He overcame the bad news of the side effects, so now, only a solid road was left in front of him. 

After finishing his morning training, Woo-bin wiped off his sweat with his towel and then asked Jang Mandok. “Are there no news from the priests yet?” 

-Yeah. It is said that he left for the Mantonghoe to find the secret song. 

“Ah, then you may not have heard the news of my recovery.” 

Geom Woo-bin believed Jang Mandok’s words. “The priests are so strong, it won’t be a big deal, but I want to see you soon.” 

Jang Mandok decided to ignore the slight remorse that pierced his lungs. “Sabaek!”

Thanks to Geom Woo-bin’s side effects completely improving, their expressions also became brighter. “Are you done practicing?” 

“Yes. He told me that Wolhagiru was ruined, is that true?” 

“Yes. It’s a natural result of making and selling fake scammers and doing business by treating them like prostitutes. However…” 

“Yes?” 

“Can I touch your head just this once?” Sehwa looked at Geom Woo-bin with desperate eyes, as if she wanted to pet her cute puppy. When Jang Mandok shot her a disbelieving look, Sehwa immediately backtracked.

With that, Geom Woo-bin canceled his training in the afternoon and then went out to town after a long time. Many people in Hangzhou sent gifts to pray for his well-being, and some even prayed for a total of one hundred days. All was well, so it was reasonable to say thanks to them. 

The first place that Geom Woo-bin went to was the orphanage he had supported steadily.

The director’s first reaction to seeing Geom Woo-bin was astonishing, and he immediately burst into tears. Seeing the director crying profusely saying that the Gods of Heaven and Earth had heard his prayers, Geom Woo-bin felt gratitude for living anew. 

Every time he passed by, he greeted Geom Woo-bin here and there and heard a voice of relief saying he was glad that he was doing well. Among the dogs, there were people who were unfamiliar with Geom Woo-bin, and seeing even those people burst into tears, he rejoiced in his recovery as if it were his own work. 

“Brother!” The jumping So ki-cheon was especially nice. 

So Ki-cheon, who was still short, hugged Geom Woo-bin and said, ‘Ike! You can’t get your clothes dirty!’ 

“It’s okay.” 

“Hehe! It’s really nice to hear your voice. Is everything better? What about your head?” 

“It will grow back over time. Are you okay?” 

“Yes. I’ve found that it’s best to have nothing to do with beggars.” 

Geom Woo-bin then asked, “Do you know about a secret song?”