I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 13



[Episode 13] Change course to north-northwest.

Acheng was shocked.

The favor disappeared in vain.

I wonder if this is how the prince felt when he saw the pitch-black mermaid princess after trying so hard to save her and then turned into bubbles and disappeared.

“Oh what’s the condition of our little bastard? The pretty sister who buys you food when you’re hungry but the ugly one when you’re full? Aang?”

“…Tsk. What about my sister? “You’re funny.”

“I’m sorry Daehyeop. He wasn’t this kind of kid before but he’s been a little crooked since last year so I wonder why he’s like this. oh my.”

last year? Then fifteen. Second year of middle school.

Ah-cheong was convinced.

Puberty is acceptable. cancer.

But the mother had something in mind.

“Suddenly he just doesn’t listen to me and if he just doesn’t listen I’m glad I told him not to do it. It’s enough to hate the story’s mother. “A bitch who has nothing to pass on can’t even give birth to a healthy body…”

“ah! Don’t say things like that! “It’s really annoying!”

Jin Jang-myeong screamed and ran up the stairs.

Thanks to this only Ah-cheong was left alone with her heartbroken mother and was in trouble.

“Uh… that. Would you like a drink?”

“Then despite the shame just one drink…”

“Oh you must be having a hard time.”

“It’s hard. I guess it’s like this because the mother is poor and feels sorry for the child. “It just doesn’t work as usual.”

Yang Sowol raised his glass with a sad expression.

He broke the glass and drank with a familiar movement then covered his mouth and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Sowol lowered his voice with a stern expression.

“Over there Daehyeop.”

“yes?”

“Be careful. “The alcohol was poisoned.”

“yes?”

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Yang So-wol glanced at the handkerchief.

I was wet from the alcohol I had spit out after pretending to drink it.

Ah-cheong looked at the handkerchief and the glass of alcohol in turn then quickly took down the drink and swallowed it.

“Daehyup!? How!?”

“Wow. That’s right. “Oh my gosh it’s stuck in my mouth.”

A spicy taste that comes with a subtle aftertaste.

Even though my mouth felt numb and tingly there was a vivid burning sensation.

Don’t have a tingling taste. It tastes spicy.

Together it tastes like mala!

The taste most loved by the Korean people.

A taste enjoyed by our ancestors since ancient times.

It was even the traditional taste depicted in the watermelon diagram.

Is this… not the intended taste?

As expected from the original Mara restaurant I thought the alcohol tasted like Mara.

I can’t believe it wasn’t a good house!

“It’s okay because of my constitution.”

When creating the character Ah-cheong created it after reading recommendations.

Distribute ability points and choose fate.

And I chose my constitution.

The constitution that Ah-cheong chose was Sihyeoldokkin.

Ah-cheong didn’t know because he hadn’t actually played the game but the AI ​​in the original Murimsaeng Dictionary actively used poison and the UI was also quite inconvenient.

There were over 10 types of useless antidotes but they were expensive and there were only four quick slots so I only got addicted once or twice but the annoyance was not normal.

A blood poisoner has a constitution that provides immunity to all poisons.

This was the reason why I recommended Sihyeoldokin leaving aside the fraudulent constitutions such as Cheonmujiche or natural body and oral hemostasis.

So Acheong was also free from addiction.

This was the secret to surviving that year by eating grass and mushrooms and picking up food waste to survive.

Acheng’s survival was the result of the contributions of the members of the Murimsaeng Dictionary community who put in a lot of effort for newbies.

The miracle of Acheong being able to read write and communicate with natives right away was the greatness of the Hangul patch.

The good intentions of just hoping that the game they enjoy will become more popular and that more people will enjoy it!

That goodwill has kept Acheong alive and breathing today!

Ah-cheong thought again shivering.

I won’t leave the bastard who recommended this game alone. really.

Ah-cheong jumped up from his seat.

This is a time when you want to destroy someone.

How happy it is to have someone and a cause to destroy.

“Jumsoi!”

“Oh sir! “I’m going!”

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Jeomsoy ran out with a happy expression.

Rich customers were Jeomsoi’s joy.

But that was only for a moment.

Jeomsoi’s face was filled with sadness.

This was because anyone who touched the tip of a knife below the neck would be immersed in sadness.

“How dare you poison my drink? You fell behind today. “If you go to hell and your parents ask tell them that you came up early because you were playing around with alcohol.”

Ah-cheong lowered his voice.

“Oh my sir! no! “It’s not me!”

“You’re not? “Then who is it?”

“That thing…”

Acheong saw Jeomsoi’s karma.

The number was 42. Unfortunately it was good karma.

What is it that has such a high level of good karma?

Did you at least feed the neighborhood beggars?

Acheong is generous to good people.

“good. I trust you that it is not. “Who ordered it?”

“Oh my that is…”

“Did the alcohol turn into poison because I was bored? Or maybe the person who made the liquor was so bored that he poured a bottle of poison and sold it to anyone to die.”

Jeomsoy noticed.

Ah-cheong threw a carrot this time.

“Looking at it Jeomsoi’s impression is really good. So I trust our Jeomsoy. So I guess there was someone who ordered it?”

Of course there is no Jeomsoi with a dirty look.

Occasionally it was just my son’s wife who got angry at the unreasonable labor.

“Please save me! “I just…”

“Oh I’m angry! My hands shake when I’m angry! What if the innocent Jeomsoi’s head gets blown off?”

“Please save me!”

“No I won’t save you. I have no intention of saving you. “Speak quickly.”

Jeomsoy cried.

Ah Qing did not want to see the middle-aged man’s hot tears.

“Die! You bastards who play with your food! “My moonlight sword is hungry!”

Acheng stepped on the Jinggak and threw himself away.

Toward the men who placed a few shabby dumplings in a quiet corner of the guest room.

A head rose into the sky and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Acheong smiled brightly at the warmth soaking his body and continued his sword attack towards the enemy of alcohol.

As befits a bunch of poisonous little people their skills were poor.

Three corpses and one spare body remained.

The man holding his stomach spat out blood and said.

“How did you know…?”

“That’s right. “Everyone was watching with interest but you were the only ones paying attention.”

The man asked back with a puzzled expression.

“That’s it? Or what should I do…”

“No matter what they say we’re going to get stabbed and sell porridge anyway. You guys have been doing a lot of bad things right? If you get hit revenge is successful. Even if it’s wrong dispose of it as trash.”

They were guys with a lot of bad karma.

Assuming he was a criminal or did something good.

Acheong was structured so that it suffered no losses at all.

“So what poison did I take?”

“Kkeut do you think you’ll tell me that? “In this situation?”

“Don’t do that.”

It tasted good so I asked about it but they said they didn’t like it so why?

Hello my mala sauce.

Ah-cheong didn’t expect an answer either.

I figured it would come out if I searched anyway.

Ah-cheong raised his sword.

“When you go to the afterlife they ask why you came.”

“I’m going to say I came to fuck your baby.”

The topic of dying was full of venom.

Ah Cheong sighed and swung the Moonlight Sword (No. 6).

“Whoa? “Kruk croak…”

If the airway is cut sharply avoiding the artery the person becomes unable to speak.

The man grabbed his neck so his intestines spilled out and he grabbed his stomach again.

Then I realized why people have two hands.

“Well did you see it? He cursed my mom. Let him die. “If you touch me I’ll fight with you and fight with you and I’ll try to stab you.”

Ah-cheong looked around the crowd and made a threat without even hiding her bright smile.

But it’s strange.

But why are all the businesses like this?

Are you a guesthouse that favors bad guys?

If you set a fire you’ll get a lot of bonus points.

However Ah-cheong was not a crazy bitch who screamed for evil and went out with a knife whenever she saw a bad guy.

It was just that he thought it was okay to do anything to evil people.

Well do what you have to do first.

Ah-cheong hummed and searched for the body.

Maybe it’s because they used to eat dumplings but it was a complete mess.

Instead various things came out.

A few small porcelain bottles and a bag of powder. etc.

Ah-cheong returned to her seat after taking care of herself and met the wide-eyed gaze of Yang So-wol.

Ah-cheong realized his mistake. Oops.

“Jumsoy please give me some wash water here.”

It feels good to be covered in blood.

It’s common sense but some unfortunate people were afraid of blood itself.

Then you can overcome it with Seonjiguk.

But is there Seonjiguk in Murim?

I want to eat blood sausage soup.

With a natural flow of consciousness Ah-cheong took a sip and tilted the bottle.

Another drink today to celebrate something worthwhile.

A drink while watching a villain steadily dying.

The snacks are good so the drink goes down smoothly.

—-

Yang Sowol could not come to his senses.

In fact proper female martial artists of Moorim are rare.

That was it except for the woman who came out in a fancy palace outfit with a pretty weapon.

In fact traveling to Murim was a hardship that a woman could not bear to endure twice.

He was a military man because he liked to talk but in reality he was a ronin.

What a good situation it is for a vagabond to wander outside the house.

In some ways eating sleeping sleeping and just breathing outside is almost a humiliation for a woman.

Female warriors from famous families could enjoy traveling in carriages with servants.

There are also noble daughters who enjoy pretending to be unmanned.

Women who had no money and no background expressed that they came out to play martial arts after seeing such women.

Yang So-wol was from the Musan female priesthood and despised the women who came out to play martial arts.

So I had a crush on Acheng.

As a mother I was very thankful that she treated her child kindly.

Originally the ‘real’ female warrior was on the rough side.

It was perfect to look belittled after laughing loudly among the men.

In martial arts if you look down on someone it’s like giving up half your life.

But there was a degree of roughness.

Isn’t this what a madman looks like?

Yang So-wol made a promise as he watched Ah-cheong wash her face in the basin that had only just come out.

I shouldn’t get involved with this kid.

However that promise did not last more than a day.