Return of Mount Hua Sect

"What the hell are you doing?""

Hwang Jong's voice rang loudly.

Disconcerted, Jong Nam's disciples stared blankly at Hwang Jong without saying anything.

What can I explain?

Cough. Turn it off.

"……."

What is needed in this case is an excuse, but the blood fountain from Chung-Myung's mouth is burying all the excuses they have to make.

In this situation, even if Zhuge Liang's grandfather, not Zhuge Liang, comes, he will not find an excuse.

Hwang Jong saw Chung-Myung lying on the floor and threw his face out.

"Councilor, bring him in now! There will be a member of Parliament who hasn't left yet! What are you doing?"

"Yes, Lord Sodan!"

One of the servants carrying out Wang Jong rushed to the outer circle. Wang Jong immediately strode to Chung-Myung, who was lying on the floor.

"……."

Jongnam's disciples make way for hesitation.

Hwang Jong's face, which looked at Chung-Myung's condition with his knees on the floor, was filled with indescribable anger.

"But those who claim to be prestigious!"

The faces of Jongnam's disciples quickly darkened at the words of Hwang Jong.

"You're still using this spray on a child? I thought Jongnam was a consultation text, but how am I supposed to understand those who are doing this in front of me?"

Isong Baek's face turned blue.

I can't believe I can're alive.

He had never used a spray.

I've even recovered my history!'

Isong Baek was still standing stunned. But there's only one thing I'm sure.

Hwang Jong's excuse will never work based on his expression and eyes.

At that moment, a servant who went to a foreign hospital ran with the lawmaker. Gentleman, as soon as he saw the situation, jumped on Chung-Myung without question and started a vein.

"Hmm!"

Gentleman's face hardens.

"Come on, get him inside! Come on, be careful, be careful, be careful, be careful!"

Upon hearing that, Jong-nam's disciples came up to hug Chung-Myung.

"Stand down!"

Hana Wang Jong wouldn't allow them to touch Chung-Myung's body. Hwang Jong, who stared at them with his eyes young enough to live, called the servants.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear what the congressman said?"

"I'm sorry, Sodan!"

Servants rushed in and carefully hugged Chung-Myung. Blood from the mouth moistens the chest and falls long to the floor.

"Be careful, be careful!"

Gentleman sticks close to Chung-Myung's side and heads for the women's quarters. Only Hwang Jong and Jong Nam's disciples remained there and looked at Chung-Myung being moved to the main quarters.

When Chung-Myung's appearance disappears, Hwang Jong turns his head.

"I'll never forget what happened today."

"Lord Sodan!"

"Get out of the top."

Isong Baek's faces turned pale.

The top of the galaxy is also an important place for Jongnam. Isn't that why Jongnam's elder came down here himself?

If their fault causes their relationship with the top of the galaxy to go awry, the aftermath won't dare them.

As soon as Isong Baek was about to say something, he heard a clear voice.

"What the hell is going on?"

It was Kimok Sseung. There was a curious look in his eyes.

"Sodanju, what the hell is going on? That blood... ..."

Kimok Sung, who was about to say more, shut up for a moment.

The heavy blood and broken walls on the floor gave us an idea of what had happened here."You stupid bastards!'

Kimok Sseung's eyes are on his students. Kimok Sung sighed loudly as he looked at his students who looked away without facing him.

"Sodanju, I think there's been an accident...…."

"Did you say it was an accident?"

"……small wine."

"A man who was treating his father was killed by his disciples. Can you call this an accident? An accident means something that happens unintentionally. Isn't it so?"

Kimok Sseung turned to Isong Baek.

It is Isong Baek who committed the crime, so he should take care of it himself.

Isong Baek, who grasped Kimok Sseung's intention, bit his lips and took a step forward.

"Sodan, I think there's a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?"

Hwang Jong is laughing his head off.

"Instead, curse at me for being blind. I've seen it with my own eyes, I've heard it with my own ears, what kind of misunderstanding is there?"

"I've never overdone. There's some kind of mistake...…."

"Hey."

Hwang Jong glares at Isong Baek with his cool sunken eyes.

"What's wrong with overworking? Why did you, Jongnam's disciple, wield a sword at Hwasan's child in the first place?"

"It was a legitimate obligation."

"Bimu?"

Hwang Jong grinds his teeth.

"Although I am not familiar with the laws of the strong, I heard that Bimu is meaningful in sharing martial arts among the equal. You're saying you're working with a child who could barely have lived half your life? Is that Jongnam's agreement?"

No one could open their mouth.

If the rain had ended without an accident, there would have been something to avoid. However, no words can avoid responsibility as long as the result is out like this.

"I won't say much. Take your disciples and leave the top."

"Beef, small wine, let me tell you...…."

"I told him to leave."

"……."

Hwang Jong stared at Kimok Sung and opened his mouth.

"I'm not going to make an issue out of my relationship with Jong-nam. But now I don't want to see the faces of the deaf. Please leave here within today. This is what I'm talking about as a small group owner at the top of the galaxy and as an assistant manager."

Kimok Sseung eventually nodded slowly, unable to say anything, under the influence of the spirit.

"I will. Sodanju, please remember that Jongnam is hoping for Dae-in Hwang's recovery despite the unfortunate accident."

"Sure, I don't think anyone is."

Wang Jong turned his body around to make the cold wind blow and headed for the hug. Kimok Sung, who had been looking back for a long time, slowly turned his head and shot Isong Baek.

"Elder, I'm...…."

"I won't say much. You said, "Broken," so stay here, by all means seek the forgiveness of the Sodan-ju, solve the problem, and return to your home country. I'll take the children back to the main mountain."

Isong Baek's face turned pale.

In this situation, how can I ask for the forgiveness of the minority?

This was disciplinary rather than an order. But looking at Kimok Sung's cold expression, I can't say anything else.

"……okay."

Kimok Sseung stared at Isong Baek for a long time without saying a word and turned around.

"Going back."

"Yes, Elder."

His students were quick to catch up with Kimok Sung after reading Isong Baek's mind.

Watching them move away, Isong Baek bit his lips.

* * *

"How are you feeling?"

"……it's not very good.""Hmmm."

Hwang Jong's face turned dark at the words of the Chancellor. The Chancellor looked at Wang Jong's complexion and continued.

"The senator says it's a dangerous situation because the blood is completely muddy. I'm trying to control my blood, but I can't guarantee a full recovery."

"Does that mean there's no harm to life?"

"I think so."

"That's a relief."

Hwang Jong breathed a sigh of relief.

What happens when a disciple of Hawasan dies at the top of the galaxy to a disciple of Jongnam?

I don't even want to imagine it.

Moreover, Chung-Myung came to the top of the galaxy to treat Hwang Dae-in. Of course the fault lies in the apocalypse, but the top of the galaxy will also be unavoidable.

Moreover, personally, it was intolerable for Wang Jong.

Chung-Myung is the only person who has ever improved Hwang's condition. Perhaps it was the only hope to save Hwang Dae-in.

To attack such a man and make him unconscious...If there was any respect for the galaxy's top and Hwang Munnyak, it wouldn't have been possible.

Jong-nam has become so arrogant.'

If this was the case, there would have been a little room for understanding. However, considering Jong-nam's attitude and Kimok Sung's words and actions, it was no longer possible to trust them.

Hwang Jong, who coughed several times with discomfort, looked up and looked at the general general.

"So when do you think you'll come to your senses?"

"At least a couple of days...…."

"Well, I hope your father's condition doesn't deteriorate in the meantime."

Hwang Jong sighed deeply.

I thought I'd finally found a way to fix him, but this nonsense is happening. The sky is indifferent, too.

The general general, who sneaked into Hwang Jong's complexion, carefully opened his mouth.

"One, Lord Sodan."

"Hmm?"

"Can he really cure Danju's illness? I don't trust you at all."

"There's no harm in believing, is there?"

"That's true, but...…."

Hwang Jong said firmly.

"Nobody in the crowd has figured out what your father's illness is. But Hawasan's small stamp found out his condition without even looking at his father. Didn't you even show enough improvement to see with my own eyes?"

"Yes."

"It's not a vague belief without a basis. Heaven is helping us. Anyway, you'll have to make sure that the small paint shop doesn't have any trouble recovering. Don't spare any support."

"I'll keep that in mind. Then I'll leave you alone."

"I know."

The general bowed his head deeply and rose from his seat.

"Hmm."

Hwang Jong sighed low as he watched the general general leaving the room.

* * *

Bird's love.

Bird's love.

A low, feeble breath came out of Chung-Myung's bedridden mouth. A pale face without blood was now showing how precarious Chung-Myung's condition was.

Breathing is about to break, but it barely continues. It wouldn't be so strange if I lost my breath right now.

Bird's love.

Only a short, low breath filled the room. At the time of the strange silence.

Click.

The door opens very slightly with a small sound.

And then nothing happened for a long time.

I think it's about half a meal.

Squeak.

The door began to open carefully.

Before long, a person sneaks in. It was a prudent move that didn't even make footsteps. The room was stained with clear darkness, so it was impossible to recognize who was coming in.A person who sneaks into the room like a cat looking for food looks down at Chung-Myung from the bedside.

Bird's love.

Crying like a lot.

Chung-Myung, who continues to breathe with a pale face, catches his eyes.

After looking into Chung-Myung's face for a long time, he slowly raised his hand.

His fingertips turn dark black as if he were covered with ink.

"I don't have a grudge, but think it's a price to disturb my work."

A low mumbling man strikes Chung-Myung's black-colored hand at his neck.

At that moment.

Splash!

Chung-Myung, who was lying unconscious, suddenly pulled back his blanket and jumped up and grabbed the man's wrist.

"Gasp!"

Chung-Myung, who had a parched complexion, opened his eyes.

"……."

Soon there was a strange smile around Chung-Myung's mouth. As evil and triumphant as ever.

"I got you, you son of a b*tc*!"