Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Chapter 858

Episode 858. So do I die?

It’s when Yeon Jeok-he is about to accept the offer from the Heavenly Mountain Demon Dragon, Jin Palace.

The heartache worn out in the river sneaked into the conversation between the two.

“I heard your thoughts, Grand Master of the Heavenly Demon. By the way, the Demonic Sect leader will do what you say? The Demonic Cult says, ‘If you shed a drop of blood, you pay with a gourd of blood.’

“...”

Jin Gung could not give an immediate answer to the point of heartache.

The reason the Demonic Cult leader sent the Life and Death Gate and the three generations was for revenge.

Moreover, they don’t know, but the founder, Cheonjama Danjesan, is from the Monk of Life and Death.

A blood relationship with Dan Geuk-jin, the immortal god of death, the gatekeeper of the Life and Death Buddhist Monk.

Would the religious leader stay still after knowing his death?

“The teacher is a thoughtful person. If I testify to the inaction of Namcheon Daehyeop, the headmaster will accept it.”

Jin Gong believed that everything depended on his mouth.

The ego of the Demonic Cult is high, but the head of the cult is not one to jump into a situation where there is no chance.

I shook my head in a row.

In fact, you have to trust the other person to do this. Once you start doubting, there is no end.

If things go wrong and the head of the Demonic Cult steps out to seek revenge, then you can use your hands.

He had nothing to lose by following Jin Goong’s suggestion.

It’s just a matter of going to Cheonsan or waiting in Gangho.

More than anything, I didn’t want to kill Jin-gung, who was standing in the middle of nowhere with no fighting spirit.

For him, killing—at least until now—was an act of self-defence.

Of course, the victim may not agree.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was looking at Jin-gung with meaningful eyes, finally nodded.

“Take it like that. Because I don’t care.”

Jin-gung, who had survived all his life, let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, I was surprised to see myself happy that I had survived.

To think that the Daejoo of the Cheonma Dae had the same thoughts as the city

officials.

Yeonjeokha gave Heartache a chin.

“Old Sim. release me.”

“yes.”

Heartache approached Jin-gung and released the divination blood he had done to him.

Qin Gong looked up and saw Heart Tong, and Heart Tong took a step back.

To him, Jingung was like a hungry wolf, so he instinctively kept his distance.

“Mr. Jin.”

Jin Gong did not know that it was a title for himself.

It’s because no one has called him ‘Mr. Jin’ since he joined the Demonic Cult.

Even the leader of the Demonic Cult called him ‘Jin Palace’ or ‘Jin Daeju’.

“Mr. Jin. I can not hear you?”

It was only after meeting Yeon Jeok-ha’s eyes that Jin-gung knew that ‘Mr. Jin’ meant him.

“yes.”

He lowered his eyes and replied politely.

My head was complicated in a pitiful situation I had never imagined, but my body took care of itself.

When the mind and body play separately, it feels like the soul is floating in the air.

Yeon Jeok-ha said to Jin-gung, who was standing there with a bemused face.

“Go and convince the Demonic Cult leader. Because I don’t want to destroy the sects of long history with my own hands. It has some history, right?”

“yes. Over a thousand years.”

“what? only a thousand years? How long has it been?”

Yeon Jeok-ha looked at Jin-gung with a confused face.

A thousand years did not feel long, perhaps because he had experienced a sect that was hundreds of thousands of years old.

Jin Gong was stunned by the word ‘not long ago’, but did not dare to refute.

This is because in Gangho, the words of the strong are the law and the truth.

“Anyway, if you want to maintain your life, tell them to hide in the mountains of heaven. If you’re fooling around in Gangho and catch my eye, you won’t see a good side of you. Do you know what I mean?”

“yes.”

“Go see. let’s not meet again I broke up with Noh Do-kyung before... Tsk!”

Yeon Jeok-ha clicked his tongue as he remembered Noh Do-gyeong.

seems that’s not the case...’ If this happens, only Chae-joo of Jeokryongchae will step on the shit.

He hurriedly continued his explanation.

“It is said that the upper management of the deposit box hired Yeon Moo Baek as an escort.”

Jeon Pung hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to call Yeonmubaek.

He wondered if he could just call the name of the person Yeon Jeok-ha served as ‘brother’.

“However, while passing by the vicinity of Yeonghe, the merchant group encountered Jeokryongchae and was eventually captured.”

“You mean you arrested Mubaek even though you knew who he was?”

“Blood Blood is famous for killing everyone in the original fight. But I don’t think it’s because Yeon Mu-baek... is Tae Sang-ho-beop’s blood relative.”

“So you caught it without knowing?”

A cold breeze blew from the young man’s face.

Even knowing his relationship with Yeon Mu-baek, arresting him was the same as ignoring himself.

He probably thought so because of his heartache, so he started cursing blood.

“no! Is that bloody bastard crazy? Are you taking Confucius’s brother and not someone else?”

Not for smoke bags.

Don’t you know if the opponent is the enemy of the enemy?

If it wasn’t for that, I shouldn’t have touched Yeon Jeok-ha even if it was just a relationship.

Jeon Pung lowered his head and looked at him as if he had done something wrong.

Yeonjeokha, who had been breathing hot snorts with a sigh, turned his head to the wind.

“Former brother.”

“yes!”

“I’m sorry, but I need to run some errands for you.”

“Just tell me. I will risk my life to complete it.”

The wind replied bravely.

I laughed at the sight of such a flurry of dating.

“Ex-brother, I would never ask a stranger to risk his life.”

“Oh, that was my determination. I apologize.”

“Did the blood system also capture the people from the upper world?”

“I understand that they captured all the survivors and dragged them to Jeokryongchae.”

“Tell the blood. Release the people upstairs right away and come find me with Moo-baek.”

“Honorable name!”

“Let’s go.”

“yes!”

After bowing his head to Yeon Jeok-ha, Jeon Pung hurriedly left the inn.

I tried to think of a blood relative, but I couldn’t think of it.

Originally, it’s because I can’t remember people’s faces well, but it’s because I’m not interested in thieves.

“Old Sim.”

“yes.”

“Do you know blood?”

“I’ve seen it a few times from a distance when I was fiddling around.”

“What kind of person is he?”

“He was a madman whose eyes would roll at the sight of blood. It was said that it was a side effect of the experience he learned, and that it was because he just liked killing.”

“Drunk blood only kapkong?”

“It is a technique that draws energy from a person’s blood.”

“Are you a magician?”

“That’s how it is.”

“Are you Moorim?”

“yes. It’s been a while since he became a Moorim Duke, but he’s so good at fighting that he avoids him even in Chilpamun. Come to think of it, there seems to be nothing more infamous than being a Moorim achievement.”

“The principle of the world is originally like that. It is said that only small fish die out, and large fish live leisurely in deep water. So, in Old Sim’s eyes, does he deserve to die?”

Heartache glanced at Yeonjeokha.

It was a face contemplating what to do with blood.

“Should I kill you?”

“what? Don’t you know what Confucius said? I said, ‘Don’t make others do what you don’t want to do [己所不欲 勿施於人].’”

“Did Confucius say that? Was he a surprisingly good guy? So am I going to kill you?”

Heartache remembered that Yeon Jeok-ha hadn’t refused, and persistently asked.

“Old Sim. It’s not something like that. Saving and killing people should be done like water flows.”