The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Why are you looking for someone who ran away?

“Well, that’s…”

“Do you want to go through it?”

speak calmly with one’s life

“Do, I think he ran away.”

Runaway? They’re not like that.

Jinmu squatted in front of Noh Young-chan, frowning.

“What’s wrong with you?”

When Jinmu raised his fist with his eyes wide open, Noh Young-chan became contemplative and shouted.

“I’m telling you! Trust me!”

I feel very wronged. Damn it, I’m so scared that I’m gonna pee. Why are you trying to protect a guy who ran away?

“We really have nothing to do with him. Believe me, my lord.”

“Damn it. Were you with a guy you didn’t even know? Why am I doing this to make you not want to forgive me?

As Jin-moo’s eyes deepened his life, Roh Young-chan wanted to cry.

That’s true, but the monster in front of you doesn’t believe you, so what should I do?

I don’t have any loyalty to keep them anyway.

Noh Young-chan trembled and explained what he knew in as much detail as possible. From the moment Mok In-gyeom came to them, he brought out his suggestions and everything he knew about them.

“It’s a sword?”

“Yes, I just asked for a sword.”

“…….”

Jin-moo, who had been thinking for a while, peeked at Baek-pyo.

“100 votes.”

“Yes, Eun-gong.”

“Do you have a sword in your house?”

“If it’s a sword…”

Baekpyo fumbled his memory.

Baekgajang has long been a gateway.

“Think it over. Mok In-gyeom is like a gang of people I know. It doesn’t make sense that they’re running away. If they’re after something, there’s a reason.”

On the doorstep of using a knife, there’s no sword that anyone can target… Huh? No way

There was a flash in my head.

There is something similar. The items were handed over to Baek Yeo-rin after he left, handed down to Baek Yeo-rin, who was handed down to the owner of Baek Ga-jang.

And,

“No way. Do you think they went home?”

Baek-pyo’s eyes opened wide.

“It’s a guess, but I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh, my!”

Baekpyo’s face is distorted. It was after listening to Roh Young-chan together. Mok In-gyeom was said to be an outstanding person who alone kneeled for the leaders of the defeatist party.

And Jinmu warned not to move his family’s troops before they came to the Padang.

Still, something was disturbing.

“Damn it!”

Baek-pyo kicked the ground and flew away without listening to Jin-moo’s permission.

He must have been worried about his family and his brother.

“Tsk, for your personality.”

Jinmu stood up from his seat, kicking his tongue at the back of Baek-pyo, who quickly moved away.

“Hey, Noh Young-chan.”

“Yes! Your majesty!”

“Are you sure it’s none of your business?”

“Yes! There’s not a single lie.”

“All right, break up all the troops.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t make me say it twice. I want to break all the heads when I think about the war being waged by people who belong to Sapacheon.”

Roh Young-chan’s face turned blue at the calm and threatening words.

“Oh, I see.”

“And don’t move a man here until I call him. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“All right.”

Jinmu nodded lightly and rose from his seat.

a gang of thugs and centurion

It doesn’t matter who becomes the owner of Gyerim. Well, it’d be better if the gang was the owner.

It had nothing to do with what Mok In-gyeom was aiming for.

What was important was the relationship between the old man and Mok In-gyeom in Muwol-ru.

“This time, I’m going to hold onto it and ask.”

Jinmu’s eyes shining brightly were shot at the same time as he beat the ground.

“Gasp!” White Yerin was pushed out with a deep groan.

She held her doe diagonally and glared at the man who had attacked her.

They came after most of the hundred-mouthed warriors escaped.

As if you’ve been waiting.

While Baek Yeo-rin was fighting with the head of the masked men, the five uninhabited men behind him were blocking the white warriors.

Kkang! Kkangkang!

“Scream!”

Blood splashed, and screams were heard from all sides.

Although they were only five, dozens of white-haired warriors were killed on their swords as if they were being slaughtered. The distorted gaze of Baek Yeo-rin turned to the head of the masked people blocking her.

Even though he had already competed for tens of seconds, he did not have a rough breath unlike himself. “Is he an assassin sent by the Power Party?”

When asked by Baek Yeo-rin, the masked man looked at her.

“Give me bloodless. I will not take my life if I do.”

“……?”

Bloodless? What’s that?

The masked man stretched out his finger toward Baek Yeo-rin, who was wondering.

Her eyes followed the masked man’s finger toward her neck.

It’s jingling.

a small sword sticking out of one’s clothes

It was handed down from generation to generation to the master of the Hundred Family.

In a way, it was nothing more than a sign that it was just a hundred family songs. No matter how hard you pulled it, it was just a decorative object that did not fall out of the sword.

But why are the raiders after it? What’s the secret?

I don’t know why, but I thought it was an emergency.

But it didn’t matter what it was.

They came in with irreverent intentions.

Fifty warriors are left in the hundred pages.

Even if they were outstanding enough to overwhelm so many uninhabited people with only six numbers, they could not give anything of a hundred pages to the raiders who came in the night dew.

It was the pride of Baek Ga-jang, who has long existed as a loser of Gyerim without stepping down, and the role of Baek Yeo-rin, the owner of the time.

It’s chirping.

As Baek Yeo-rin lifted her spirits, her intentions rose, and round rings attached to the center of the blade struck like a landscape passing by the wind, making a clear iron sound.

“You can’t take anything from a hundred heads.”

“…..”

The masked man stared at Baek Yeo-rin, who was staring fiercely at her with overflowing pottery. A sword in her throat, bloodless They were after it.

After leaving the Shell, they waited for the start of the war near the hundredth edge. No matter how good they are, it is difficult to guarantee the success or failure of the job if they aim for the head of a family.

But suddenly, there was a figure who escaped from the powerhouse.

a master of the day

After a while, white-haired warriors ran in a row. The direction they were going was the Defeat Party. I thought it would be a surprise before the war began.

Moreover, the party was missing a hundred yeorin.

It was a golden opportunity. Things were going so easily.

They jumped over the wall as if it were natural, and attacked Baek Yeo-rin, who appeared. About 50 warriors rushed in, but enough was enough for the masked men.

His role now was to secure the target without further delay.

“I can’t help it. It’s a must-have item, so I have to take it with me even if I cut my head.”

“……..!”

The appearance of the masked man suddenly turned blurred, and a chill was felt from the left.

Baek Yeorin hurriedly turned her arms round over her head.

(Playing the guitar)

The pottery at the tip of the knife wrapped around her like a spiral and made a metal sound.

At the same time, a sharp sword pierced the heart through a gap in the pottery. He devoured the wind and bent his back, but the sword tore his clothes and cut his skin.

“Laugh!”

Baek Yeo-rin quickly crossed the road, raising herself with her hind legs with a short groan.

GANG!

As soon as she bounced the sword, she found the masked man and tried to shoot him again,

“Oh my god”

I had a strong pain in my side.

masked fists

I felt suffocated.

But at the moment of pause, five swords fell from her head as if she were cutting her body.

Baek Yeo-rin bit her lower lip to endure the pain and put strength into her hands.

Come on!

The rings on the road hit like crazy and the air was quickly cut off.

Ddang! Dda-dda-dda-dda-dda!

The swords stirred up and the masked man’s sword collided fiercely.

“……!”

I thought I’d block it, but a chapter stuck under her chest before I knew it.

Oh, my

The white phosphorus was pushed back with blood.

“Wow…”

a white woman barely raised herself with a sword on the ground

The fine lips were stained with blood, and the chest was clearly exposed through the cracks in the torn clothes. It was a disgraceful situation for a woman, but Baek Yeo-rin did not bother to cover the lead.

I couldn’t afford to care less about that now.

Masked by a sword hanging over the ground A clean appearance without a scratch.

Strong.

She was an outstanding master that was incomparable to her, who had just reached the level of tanning.

And the move is very mysterious.

The connection between the sword and the hand was so natural. Also, it was so concise and fast that it was unpredictable where it flew from.

“Who the hell are you… who are you?”

Baek Yeo-rin calmed her rough breathing and talked to her while controlling the infested bet.

I had to do my best. I had to put all my energy into it to exclude the fact that I was showing shame as a woman.

but,

“Are you going to drag on the time?”

The masked man’s voice made me laugh.

“Useless!”

A big bite!

The masked man immediately stepped on the floor and narrowed his distance from Baek Yeo-rin. His hand was pulled hard and the horizontal sword was drawn horizontally.

“Damn!” Baek Yeo-rin’s face was distorted.

You’re late.

The shock of being hit in the abdomen is still lingering. The sword was flying too fast to avoid her neck. At the border between life and death, the enemy’s sword was approaching to push her into hell.

He pulled up his grip quickly with all his might, but he could not have known that the speed was slower than the sword.

“Soft!”

Something flew through the air with the voice over the wall at that moment.

It’s a bit sad!

A hand pressed against her head before she realized who the owner of the familiar voice was.

(Screaming)

The masked man’s sword is drawing obliquely with the following metal sound.

Hit it!

Something caught in the air.

Secretly!

Something chilled the air.

“……?”

The masked man quickly backed away as the dizzy white lines filled the front.

Baek Yeo-rin looked at one of the big lights that blocked her.

“Come… Bernie?”

A white vote said he went to Paepyeokdang with a guest.

When?

In an incomprehensible situation, Baek Yeo-rin made a mysterious expression, and Baek-pyo took off his top and handed it over without looking back.

“The night breeze is cold. Put it on.”

“………”

Baek Yeo-rin looked silently at the clothes in his hand.

And his bare upper body. Although it is not bent, it is a body full of densely located muscles.

And the body was filled with a number of poorly treated scars that felt hideous. The cuts and punctures seemed to exceed the spirit without counting.

I couldn’t think of it as the body of a man who lived by cutting and drinking animal meat.

“Ah…”

It was like a warrior passing through the battlefield of Sura, and a trace left to him by the past decade.

Is that why you give off such evil and young energy to live?

“Put it on. He’s too much to afford.”

Baek-pyo threw his clothes at Baek Yeo-rin, staring blankly at him and staring at the masked man.