Volcanic Spirit

Twenty-eight, Cheonryongjeon Hall

Lee Hwon focused on the words of the demented angel.

Already he has reached the point of a halo. I injected a vein of blood into him.Rather, death would have been brought forward.

Mannan Gukjuk ()

The four women named the Four Graves, whom the poets and writers would not love. But the four women of the same ability have never cooperated. Rather, it was like a life-and-death situation. Only one person who made the biggest contribution by gathering all the Shinma's enlightenment and finishing the great can survive. And by that time, he would take the seat next to Chen Ryong, the head of the mysterious organization, and receive his real name.

'Crazy bastards.'

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue as he listened to the angel of marriage.

"My lifetime goal was to put her on the Cheonryongjeon Hall. That's the end of it, too. It's all over."

The enemy was formed in the form of a dot organization, and only the leaders are collecting the legacy of the past, calling it "Cheonryongjeon." Wasn't Cheonryong originally a medium that connects heaven and earth? Whoever it was, he seemed crazy because he wanted to go up to the sky.

"So who is he?"

The married angel snorted.

"Do you think I know that?"

"No, why are you so confident when you don't know?"

When Yi Hwon smiled in vain, the angel of the marriage looked unbecomingly calm.

"As long as she's dead, I'm done, too. I said something I know roughly, so just kill it."

"Great? Roughly!"

The face of a married angel was distorted.

Lee Hwon said an irritating remark and approached the body of a white hawk. Then grabbed the dead white hawk's neck, and lifted it up.

"Bitch! You think I'm kidding? Did you think you'd wish to be connected in hell like the mandarin duck in the legend?"

"What, what are you doing?"

As soon as she revealed her naturalization by twirling her bloodline, a shriveled word came out.

"I throw up all the faint memories in your head. Otherwise, I'll kill her from head to toe and feed her dog. Do you understand?"

"Crazy! Are you still a man?"

Lee Hwon said with a snort.

"Aren't you ashamed to say that after kidnapping a fine girl and a woman and making a broken marriage? How many have you killed so far?"

Quasik!

The moment I put strength on my hand, my neck bone was crushed lightly.

"A hundred? Two hundred?"

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Every time I shook my fist, my body began to tremble.

"Or a thousand? Here! Now it's the face."

When Yi Hwon aimed his fist at the face of the white hawk, the angel of the marriage was fed up. He was sure that Lee Hwon was Samahon. No matter how many times you go out, Jung-Pain cannot be so cruel.

"Wait! There's thought and thought, there's a warrior and a envoy." They all look the same. And they hate each other. And only one of them can become real and sit in Cheonnyongjeon Hall. This is all!"

"What's that?"

"I don't know. The other day, in the passing words of the ama, it was called a ganglim wedding. They say that all low-born humans can't be avoided because of the presence of a new horse. You weren't."

Lee Hwon drooped.

"The Eight Yellow Monks listened to the story of Sinma and raised the physical discipline to the limit. How many steps did Chen Ryong raise the status of submarriage?"

The hallucinogen shouted at Lee Hwon, who was lost in thought.

"Now let her go! Let me be by my side!"

Hana Lee Hwon dropped her off without looking back at the angel of marriage. And I packed the lamps all over the hot springs. The oil in the lamp was poured into the body of the white hawker, and only after that did he look back at the angel of the marriage.

"What, what are you doing?"

Lee Hwon said with his burning back.

"Come to think of it, I promised you I'd make it like a piece of cloth. Some have passed, but I'm thinking of keeping my promise now."

"You! Didn't you promise me?"

"A joyous drink doesn't get drunk."

"Crazy! What are you talking about?"

A smile disappeared from Lee Hwon's face.

"That means you don't have to keep your promises with garbage."

At the end of the words, the embers fell, and the body of the white hawker was blazing in an instantaneously.

"Ma-mae! Sun-ja! My white hawk! 나의······."

Lee Hwon watched until the white hawk burned black. Only after that did I stand before the Frenuptial Angel.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I will become the old soul and curse you!"

"Oh, yeah. I would've made an organization of hateful people. Join there and work hard."

"Hey!"

The words of the demented angel failed to follow.

Lee Hwon kicked him in the face. The inner workings of the blood vessels and the Danjeon were left intact, and they were struck only by angular strength. The face of the Hwan's angel was crushed, and the kick did not stop until it was out of breath.

"퉤!"

Screams were heard everywhere at the moment.

The maimed, scattered all over the place, vomited blood from the seven balls and died. In the process of losing his marriage, he seemed to have been connected to a married angel. Without one exception, after everyone died bleeding, there was an ear in the hot springs.

"You make me feel dirty."

Lee Hwon went back and kicked several more times before turning around. There's no way you've already forgotten the way you came a while ago. Hana left Gwaneum-dong slowly. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with mourning or chivalry for the dead.

I needed time to organize my thoughts.

One at a time, slowly.

'What does the Heavenly Dragon belong to?

Not yet known.

Through the white hawk, we learned about the existence of Zhuge Liang and the Sandong musicians, but there was still a lack of information about the two places. So as long as there was an example like the Eight Great Zones, the eighth survivor would have to keep in mind.

'The location and composition of the Cheonryongjeon Hall?'

The location is also unknown.

However, the more conspiracies they faced, the more they had infiltrated the lake for a long time ago. He would have tried to take control of all the places where marriage is possible, regardless of the circumstances.

Fortunately, the composition was understood.

'The smiling and the crying girl.'

One can't help but think of joys and sorrows.

The angel of exchange discussed thoughts, ideas, and envoys.

'Soma must be one of the four colors.'

I killed one in the epigram, so there are three left.

It's just that the color is unknown.

On the other hand, it was not difficult to predict Sasang, Sagun and Sajin.

The four sides mean the holy spirit of January, but a man named Chen Ryong cannot give it to Ha. He's the one who puts his life on the line for his hard-won subordinates. Therefore, water, fire, land, and rocks would be more appropriate than the commonly known meaning of January Holy Spirit.

'The color was white, and the four armies were children, so the thought would be oars.'

I think it's just Suno, Hwano, Tono, and Sukno.

'Hot, I've given you a real name.

Rather, the existence of a dead body was bothering me.

If the name of the god of all directions, called "command" or "sasu," does not it mean that he cares the most among the joys and sorrows?

'First of all, it looks like you have the most names.'

Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Jujak, Hyunmoo.

No matter how much I think about it, it seemed more than a hobby or a mask.

"Hey, you're a jerk.

The moment I left the cave, an unexpected sight appeared.

Yi Hwon exclaimed at the burning Hwacheong Palace, which was even more intense than when he entered Gwaneum-dong.

"Ha, don't you turn off the lights?"

Now the fire was spreading uncontrollably throughout the palace. Maybe by tomorrow morning it will burn to Yeosu. Fortunately, it was snowing season, so it wouldn't spread far away.

"Brother!"

The high heaven glided down from the tree.

"What's the matter, huh?"

Go Cheon-rak shrugged at Lee Hwon's words.

"It's time to stay. But I did, but I'm so good at it. There must have been a lot of people who hated Hwachonggung Palace. You're burning so well here and there. By the way, I was lucky. If the fire hadn't cleared them out, they'd be tired."

Go Chun-rak was arrogant, putting up his own credit.

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

"Hey! You don't make sense. Does that look like it's putting out a fire?"

"Uh."

The two quickly headed toward Hwachung Palace.

Countless people busily tried to put out the fire, but could not catch it. There was no warrior who belonged to Hwacheong Palace.

"That's right. Then where did they all go?"

Go Cheon-rak was amazed.

Lee Hwon didn't give a straight face.

The presence of Anan, who the white hawk resented, crossed my mind. It also occurred to me that he seemed to be talking to someone in the process of revealing the beings who had heard the enlightenment of Shinma.

'There's a third person.'

At first, it was thought that Anan was playing a trick to take away the ambiguous power. But all the ambiguous things were in Gwaneum-dong. No matter how much the same-looking man gave orders, he would not abandon Gwaneum-dong.

'If there was something I had to do anyway.'

We couldn't order anything new, but it would have been possible to order what was planned earlier.

"Hey! See if anyone got out of Hwachong Palace."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to Yeosan Branch of Haomun!"

*

Yi Hwon wiped out the gatekeepers from the moment he arrived at the still chaotic Yeosan branch. And I was told that a warrior from Hwacheong Palace looked at the documents of the branch manager.

"What is it?"

Like Hao Moon, groups with low loyalty tend to scatter like grains of sand as soon as the leadership collapses. That is why the Mundos had no qualms about giving out branch information. Don't you think he should live for now?

"This is it."

Lee Hwon narrowed the space between his eyes when he saw what was written in the report.

It is said that the Maehwa Inspection of the volcano called up great disciples after meeting Jang Moon-in in person. It was surprising that things inside the volcano could be passed down in a few days, but as soon as I saw the report, I noticed something.

“······.”

Then a high heaven and earth came rolling in.

"Brothers! You bastards, you're weird. He rode a horse as if he were going to war. They're usually hard to see, but they just passed by. Where did he go?···."··."."."."."

Lee Hwon crumpled up the report.

"A volcano."

*

The black man set foot in Gwaneum-dong.

There were more than a hundred bodies, but they laughed.

I saw the nakedness of countless women, but I laughed.

And laughed when I saw the body of ambiguous burning.

"It's fun."

Then a calm word came from the mouth of the cave.

"That's not funny. I would have enjoyed it as much as I could if I were alive, but time is not my cup of tea."

The black man turned around and laughed.

"It's not too late."

At the entrance to Gwaneum-dong, three swordsmen, who appeared to be in their thirties, stood by in the form of arms. Each of them is called perforation, tribulation, and phosphorus, and they are called Samyeongsuryong in the south of the Changgang River. And he gained fame for killing the family of Gyeryong Sega, the founder of Honam. Rumor has it that it is impossible to avoid the eyes of Samyeong Water Dragon in Janggang and Dongjeongho Lake.

"I heard the Secret Service went to the volcano. Why didn't we send it?"

"Can't you just convince me that I can't use a cow's knife for a chicken?"

The perforation, the large-scale of Samyeong Water Dragon, made an impression.

"When the Heavenly Dragon War was built, it would be you, Joy and Arak, to sit at the top. But the bottom seat also has to compete. I've given you permission to marry, and this is what happened, but I'm not willing to yield to the second."

The black man smiled brightly.

The Sioux he had had were two classes.

They are those who do not even know they have a ganglim conjugation, and move according to orders. Such would be the case for those like venerable and demented angels. The latter, the master of the secret law, or the Three Young Soo-ryong, had readily accepted the regimen to fulfill their respective desires.

It was natural that the latter was stronger than the former.

He was one of the five best three dragons.

"Follow me."

The black man hummed and stepped lightly. After coming out of Gwaneum-dong, he opened his nose gently with his eyes closed.

"Hmm, east. He's going to the volcano."

Samyeong Soo-ryong remained calm despite the mysterious sound.

The black man has never done anything meaningless.

"Take this."

He opened the lid of the bamboo barrel and put it under the nose of the Three Young Water Dragon.

"I don't know."

"You and I have a different body structure, so we'll have to use internal medicine. I asked Anan to follow me. We'll be there for about three days, so follow the smell."

After a while, Samyeongsuryong looked in the same direction as the black man.

"What do we have to do?"

"I have Lee Hwon. Take everything out of him. If necessary, you can kill Anan and other allies."

The black man banged his finger after they left.

Then a sturdy old man, who showed his upper body, ran to his knees. He hung his upper chair on his back. The black man sat in his chair and gave orders in a bright voice.

"Go to the volcano."

At that moment the old man's new model bounced off like a beam of light.

He had more than two runs in one step, even though he had one man on his shoulder, and there was no shaking.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun