Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

35 – My sister is a bridge over the Chinese (13)

A small inn crowded with people located on the traffic route between villages. Inside, five men dressed in matching black uniforms enter.

“Jumsoi, I’m only going to eat. Do you have a seat?”

Because they looked like Moorim people at first glance, such as their stiff expressions and moderate movements, Jeom So-yi matched their mood with a servile smile.

“Oops~ I’m sorry seniors. As you can see now, the seats are full and you may have to wait a bit.”

At Jeomsoi’s words, the men in black look around the inn. A man with a large knife mark on his face smiles grotesquely.

“It’s okay. If there is no space, I can make it.”

“… Yes?”

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Corpses. Dead body. Everywhere you look, there are only corpses.

Inside the inn, which was crowded with people, except for the cook and the men in black, everyone had turned into cold corpses and lay loosely on the floor.

“I am. Weak Murim people think that death is natural. What do you think?”

A man with a large knife mark on his face casually eats meat noodles at the site of a massacre with sticky blood and corpses strewn about, and asks the cook, whose face is bluish.

“Dae-in’s words… That’s right. Well, that’s the right thing to say.”

“Even adults. Saying this, I am barely earning my living with a knife.”

A man with scars on his face taps the frightened chef on the shoulder as if telling him to relax.

“But I mean. There are people who call themselves Murim people but can’t eat with knives. Isn’t it funny?

“… hahahaha.”

The chef didn’t know where to laugh, but he forced a dry laugh so as not to offend the killer in front of him.

“If a Murim man cannot live by martial arts, can he really be called a Murim man? I think not. Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes! I understand, man!”

The man with the scars on his face smiled grotesquely as he watched the chef nod his head strongly without hesitation. It was a laugh like a sharp knife.

“That’s fortunate. Then that’s it What if the chef can’t cook? Huh?”

I didn’t hear the chef’s answer. It was because as soon as he finished speaking, the man with the knife marks on his face swung an empty plate and cut the chef’s throat.

The body that lost its head collapses on the floor, pouring blood, and its head spins in the air before landing safely on a plate covered with black magic energy from its neck.

A man with scars on his face.

Young Do, a member of the Black Slaughter Team of the Heavenly Demonic Church, looked at the chef’s head beautifully placed on a plate, smiled with satisfaction, and handed it over to his colleagues who were eating kaoliang wine and pork.

“Do you want to eat?”

“It’s not blood religion, so why do you eat human meat? Put it away.”

A human head on a plate. It was a scene of spontaneously rolling their eyes and vomiting, but the men in black ate the kaoliang wine and pork with expressionless faces without any movement.

At the cold treatment of his colleagues, Young-do just shrugged his shoulders, put the plate with the chef’s head next to the noodle without a head, and took out the pork with chopsticks and ate it.

Youngdo’s eyes widen after eating the Dongpa meat. Drink kaoliang wine Admiration flows spontaneously.

“Kiyaa~ I thought I would order pork with pork instead of noodles. If that was the case, this friend wouldn’t have died either.”

Half-jokingly, half-seriously, he pats the chef’s severed head. Pour the wine into a glass and place it in front of the chef’s head.

“I will raise my cup as an apology. Let’s have a drink on the way to the underworld.”

Caw- Caw-

Members of the Cheonma Shinkyo Black Slaughter Corps, who were having fun while having a late dinner, stopped chopsticks and became alert at the sudden cries of crows.

With the sound of fluttering wings, a crow flies into an inn and lands on the table where the members were eating.

A crow with a small mailbox tied to its leg. It is the precursor to the Heavenly Demon Church.

Protestantism’s command is absolute. You shouldn’t be late to eat. Check the order right away.

Jo Won, who checked the order first, drank a glass of cold water to erase the taste of alcohol that remained in his mouth and stood up.

“I’ll get up when I finish eating. This is a new mission.”

“What is the mission?”

The wrinkles around Youngdo’s eyes and mouth begin to tremble. It’s not that I’m angry or nervous because I was interrupted to eat. They tremble with joy at the fact that they can kill people again.

“The reconnaissance team was attacked. The rumor that the Samase family and the overseas Chinese joined hands was true.”

“… Then it’s wolf hunting.”

“Yes, Samase kills Simabu, the head of the family, and retrieves the monster of the Baehwagyo.”

Youngdo’s eyes roll around. The smarter and stronger the animal, the better it feels at weight class differences.

“I think we won’t be enough. Any additional support?”

“We are the additional support. Already, the elder Gu Gao-ye (丘高惡) is advancing on Sima Sega with other believers.

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“Ah~ I ate really well.”

Let’s pat the chubby belly with a happy face in the sense of fullness that naturally enriches the heart. Hwa-hwa also smiles with a happy face.

“I’m so glad you liked it, brother. Happy.”

These are not empty words. Courtesy is not a fake smile.

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I want to see my older brother’s smiling face. I want to do more. I hope you need me.

Such thoughts fill my heart and head. Happy.

However, the eyes that were filled with happiness while looking at the sky suddenly darken.

‘… Do I have the right to be by my brother’s side?’

You can find out if you talk with your brother. My brother has a warm heart befitting Ahura Mazda’s creations.

All good things in the world are creations of Ahura Mazda and all evil things are creations of Angra Mainyu.

The monster of the Baehwagyo, the saint who will set the world on fire, just one of the many cheap seeds, a dirty illegitimate child born without love.

Earth, fire, water, and mind are creatures created by the Creator with particular care. It should not be polluted.

Geunjujajeok (近朱者赤), Geunmukjaheuk (近墨者黑) – Those who are close to red color become reddish, and those who are close to ink become black.

When I was studying Jungwon’s words, I didn’t think much of it. Now it stabs the lungs. I am speechless.

‘… Can I, a monster, want my brother’s heart? Can I get dirty?’

In addition, he even hides his identity by leaning on his brother’s kindness. She hides her ugly monster face behind her, showing only her cute little sister’s face, and wants to be loved.

… It really is a cowardly monster.

“Your face color is really bad. Are you okay? Isn’t it too much to cook?”

Yeo-hwa comes to her senses at the kind words of Man-cheon, who worries about her condition. But there is still anxiety in her beautiful red eyes. I want to confirm my love.

Just-

He impulsively flicks his fingers to release a small ember into the air. I calm my trembling heart and look into my brother’s eyes.

“I know you didn’t ask me on purpose out of consideration for me. But what my brother thinks… I want to know.”

I look at Hwa-hwa’s eyes, which tremble like flames in the air.

Hwa-hwa is a smart kid. If you spit out the right words that you are considerate of, you will only hurt more.

Showing your sincerity to someone is an act that requires a lot of courage. It takes courage to be hurt. So here, my older brother, I muster my courage.

I bump into my hidden sincerity.

I reached out my hand and gently and firmly grabbed Hwa-hwa’s slender shoulder, feeling a slight trembling. I do not avoid the red eyes that are only directed at me.

From the moment he saw Hwa-hwa flick sparks from her hand, he spits out the words he has wanted to say.

“Yeomhwa, if I join Zoroastrianism, pray hard, and donate a lot, can I snap my fingers and breathe fire like you?”

“… Yes?”

Hwa-hwa’s pretty eyes blink as if she doesn’t know why. However, the words that just came out of my mouth are not a joke, but my true intentions.

I couldn’t say anything because it was a serious situation, but the figure of flame burning the enemy while snapping my fingers was the flame alchemist ‘Roy Mustang’ itself. It was so cool.

I also want to spew fire nicely by snapping my fingers.

My current honest feeling is that I want to become Sima Mancheon, a flame warrior who surpasses the flame alchemist.

However, it seemed like a topic I didn’t want to talk about at first glance, so I deliberately didn’t bring it up. Thank you for putting this on the plate.

I can see the twinkling eyes like stars expressing genuine interest. The flame’s heart is beating.

… The monster deep in my heart cries out that I can build eyes like that because I don’t know the details, but that’s enough for now.

It’s a short time, but the warm appearance you’ve shown and the warmth you feel through your shoulders instills a sense of security.

Hwa-hwa smiled brightly at her quirky and kind-hearted older brother who accepted her own childishness this time as well.

“Yes, it is possible.”

It’s a lie. The reason why Hwa-hwa can control fire is thanks to the blood of a special fire maid. No matter how many thousands of people prayed, no matter how many donations they made, they couldn’t handle fire as freely as fire.

“I just need to keep a few precepts.”

“That- good thoughts, good words, good deeds, are you talking?”

“Yes. There is that, but there are a few more things to keep in mind.”

Mancheon’s eyes shine with curiosity when he hears the words for the first time. Even though she considers herself vulgar, she openly brings out her heated heart due to her uncontrollable emotions.

“First, cherish her little sister.”

“That’s my specialty.”

In response to her clear answer, Hwa-hwa continued to spit out her lovely lies, trying to ignore her blushing face. She pours out her wishes. She fills her heart

“Second, protect her sister with care.”

As if she didn’t have to say anything, she felt her excitement towards Mancheon, who nodded her head with her immediate answer, but her shyness caused her to feel her sister’s just-made sister, her Three Realms. Ming hesitated to say her last precept, but-

She confesses her love with the thought of being cowardly until the end.

“Eh, the last third is to love her little sister… It is.”

“I already love you the most in the world. Love your family, it’s natural.”

The shameless smile of Mancheon, who smiles coolly, pierces Yeomhwa’s heart.

I really like Hwa-hwa’s brother who is brash yet kind, erratic yet cool.