Return of Mount Hua Sect

"No... ..."

"How do you like it?"

"People are in order."

"Isn't this the most urgent thing?"

"I'm hungry because I've come a long way."

"When the treatment is over, we'll prepare a feast for you."

"……I don't have the strength."

"Do you want me to put you on medication?"

Chung-Myung glanced back at Hwang Jong.

His eyes are burning.

Now Hwang Jong caught a straw drowning. And that straw is Chung-Myung. My eyes are full of determination to not let Dae-in Hwang go if he fails to fix it.

Chung-Myung smacked his lips.

"Let's start with the vein……."

"Come on!"

"...okay. Don't rush me."

Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at the bed. There is a person lying in a thick silk blanket.

"Well."

Chung-Myung, who confirmed the face of the lying person, narrowed the forehead slightly.

I think it's definitely a symptom of malignancy.'

You need to look more closely to be sure. Chung-Myung got close and pulled the blanket out.

And I frowned unconsciously.

I'm wearing clothes, but I can't hide my skinny body.

The old man, who had dried up like a throat, was barely breathing as if he were about to break.

It's worse than I thought.'

Chung-Myung touches his chin.

Mahwa is a Mahwa, but it's not the right one.'

If you've been hit by a high-quality macho, you can't last a year. Even those who have been working hard all their lives couldn't last three days when Mahwa came.

This is not a symptom that an old man can endure.

Then...

"I'm going to have a hard time."

"Yes."

Chung-Myung reached out and grabbed Hwang's wrist.

Then push the energy in slightly. When Chung-Myung's innocent history enters Dae-in Hwang's body, the tableware filled with anger and retreat.

It's clumsy.

Chung-Myung narrowed his forehead.

The symptoms are certain to be a malignancy. But surely, it's not a symptom of well-cooked macho.

Chung-Myung, who had taken his hands off Hwang Dae-in's body, fell into agony with his chin on his back.

Hwang Jong couldn't hide his nervousness when he saw Chung-Myung like that. If a person with a vein takes his or her hands off and makes a serious look, anyone will feel the same way.

Eventually, Hwang Jong, who couldn't resist, opened his mouth.

"……how do you like it?"

"Eh, so...…."

Chung-Myung scratches the back of his head.

"Is it difficult?"

"No, I don't think the treatment itself is that difficult."

"As expected. It's okay. Everyone...…. What?"

Hwang Jong's body trembled.

"What are you saying……?"

"Treatment is not that difficult."

"Well, are you sure?"

"Yes, but I can't touch it right now. I need to prepare a few things."

"When it comes to preparation, what...…."

"First of all!"

Chung-Myung said with a grin.

"Let's eat first."

"……."

Chop, chop, chop, chop.

Chung-Myung's mouth shreds and cuts everything that comes in. Hwang Jong looked at the scene with completely absurd eyes.

He has also seen many provincial people while having relationships with various civilizations, but I assure you that he has never been such a good meat-grabbering monk.

Even now, the long torn duck legs were sucked into Chung-Myung's mouth and disappeared as if they had been there.

It's not just him.

I'm the best.

As soon as the glass is filled with expensive Yeontaeju, it is urgently poured into the mouth.

"Growl! This is it! This is it's it!"

"……."

I've never had such a good drinker before.

If the situation had not been like this, Hwang Jong would have laughed, saying, "I met a very pleasant master today," but the current situation has prevented him from laughing."Well... .. a small stamp."

"Huh? Why?"

Chung-Myung, who has a lot of meat in his mouth, asks back. Hwang Jong took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"What is the... preparation for treatment?"

"I'm doing it right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, well, it's nothing.

Chung-Myung puts down his chopsticks.

"It takes a lot of physical strength, so it's important to eat well. But Sooksu is a good cook here."

I'm sure he'll do well.

He's the best old man in the West Bank.

"I've only eaten something that wasn't even a meal in Hawaii, and now I feel better."

Chung-Myung tapped on the stomach.

"Have you finished?"

"No, it's just the beginning."

"……."

Is there a monkfish in your stomach?

Hawasan said things are tough these days, but he seems to be quite hungry...I mean, even if you're starving, does it all fit in your stomach? I'm sure human ships are limited in size.

He was a master who surprised people in many ways.

"I don't think you're here for dinner."

"Well, it's not just for the record."

"But it has its own purpose."

"He who wipes the road, lives by the flow."

"It's going too fast...…."

"I'm keeping it in moderation."

How can I?

Hwang Jong couldn't overcome the frustration and sighed.

"It's not that I don't know it's against the law to rush a small stamp who's come a long way. But shouldn't the small stamp count the feelings of the son whose father is bedridden?"

"I've had enough to figure it out."

Hwang Jong jumped out of his seat.

"Hey, little seal, my father!"

"I'm not dying."

"……what did you just say?"

"I'm not dying. Have a seat."

Chung-Myung poured the drink casually and drank it down.

Hwang Jong's face is completely unperturbed by his angry look.

"I've done some work a while ago, so you're not going to die. I just need a little time to complete the treatment, but I'm over the hump."

You treated him?

When?

"There's a saying that the more urgent you are, the better. It's not that important to cure the spirit now. What's really important is why Young-Jon the ground."

"……are you sure you're cured?"

"Have you been fooled?"

Chung-Myung shrugs.

"If you're suspicious, go to eternity. I'm sure the blackness between the eyes has disappeared."

Hwang Jong stared at Chung-Myung and nodded.

"I don't doubt my little seal. I think everything should be clear, so I'll check it out right away."

"Sure."

Hwang Jong quickly went outside. A little while later, he burst into the door and looks at Chung-Myung with incredible eyes.

"What the hell did you do?"

"I treated him."

"When on earth?"

Chung-Myung did not reply and pointed across from me with a nonchalant face.

"Are you not going to sit down?"

"……."

Hwang Jong looked at Chung-Myung with suspicious eyes.

I've seen a lot of human beings in my life as a merchant, but I'm pretty sure I've never seen anyone like this before.

You can see a child's hitting moment by moment, but sometimes you can feel a very old and experienced.

It's like an old man in a child's body.'

That can't be the case, which means that this child has experienced countless things that aren't suitable for his age.

Can I trust you?'

But there is no way not to believe it. As he confirmed, Wang Munnyak was clearly showing signs of recovery.

Chung-Myung poured alcohol into the glass and opened his mouth whether he knew Hwang Jong's complicated thoughts."If you don't want to sit down, stand up and answer. I have a few questions...…."

Hwang Jong sat down again.

"Who is closest to eternity?"

"Did you say you were the closest person to her?"

"Yes, the one who guarded around Hwang Dae- A man who follows everything from bed to up. Or at least someone who wouldn't be suspected of doing anything."

"……why do you ask?"

"Let's just say it's necessary for treatment."

Hwang Jong tilts his head and says.

"Of course it's me. It's my job to serve your father."

"Except for you."

"If you leave me out...…."

Hwang Jong, who was deeply agonizing, shook his head.

"I don't know. My father used to do so many things. So, of course, the number of people who took care of your father is not small. There are at least five people who meet the standards that the small stamp says."

"That's more than I thought. Hmm. You're saying that's what you're saying."

Chung-Myung scratches his cheek like he's in trouble.

But soon he shrugged and smiled.

"If there are five of them, it's not easy to find them."

"What the hell do you mean you'really?"

"You're not asking because you don't know, are you? Come on. Don't tell me.

"……."

Hwang Jong hardened his face.

Of course, I'm not asking because I don't know. I just don't want to admit it.

"Do you mean the thorax is inside?"

"I thought I was out there, but looking at Hwang's details, I don't think he was out there. I think it's the work of an insider."

Hwang Jong's face is stiff.

"Keep your tongue to yourself. The Six Souls at the top of the galaxy are like family members. I've been with the galaxy all my life, and I'm telling you that's all. They... ..."

"Or not."

"……Huh?"

Chung-Myung tapped nonchalantly on the stomach.

"If you don't doubt it, you're lucky. Isn't it?"

"……that's true."

Chung-Myung yawned droopily.

"So don't worry. It'll all come out if you look into it."

Hwang Jong nodded heavily.

Looking at Hwang Jong, Chung-Myung kicked his tongue.

'How naive is a merchant.'

Few people know as well as Chung-Myung how toxic a person can become.

He watched the monk preaching mercy wake up a person's head and go berserk, and also watched the Taoist figure think about how to cut a person's throat more neatly.

Human beings are ambivalent beings.

You can be a good man to someone, but you can also be a bad man to someone.

'Well, that's not the point.'

What's important is that there's a man inside this galaxy who tested Hwang Munnyak.

In terms of condition, it is clear that the clumsy man who mastered the macho continuously spilled the maggi on Hwang Munnyak. At first, there would have been no problem, but after a long period of steady exposure, he suffered from marijuana.

Even if you know a certain amount about Mahwa, you will not know how the symptoms originated unless you have seen it with your own eyes and experienced it with your body like Chung-Myung.

"You must have been a good old man.'

We got lucky.

If Chung-Myung didn't see the content of the book...If Hwang had not been interested before …, Hwang Munnyak was destined to suffer and die.

'Oh, this is good deed.'

Save people and make money.

Ditch and go...…. Oh, crayfish is not very good.

"But what are you going to do about the investigation?""I'm doing it."

"……Hmm?"

Wang Jong asked back with a blank face.

"You're investigating?"

"Yes."

"Eating food is an investigation? Do you have a long history?"

"No, that's not it. I'm talking with Sodanju in my room. That's what I'm investigating."

Hwang Jong tilted his head. I just don't understand what you mean.

"Just keep watching. Funny things are going to happen soon. You just have to keep an eye on it. Oh, there's one thing you need to do for me."

"What's that? I'll give it a try."

Chung-Myung picked up a bottle of liquor next to him.

"One more bottle."

"……."

"Hurry up."

"……."

A deep depth came into Hwang Jong's mind.