I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 15



[Episode 15] Change course to north-northwest.

I really almost died.

In fact there were several dizzying moments.

He barely survived thanks to the help of Yang So-wol and the fact that almost no attacks came from the side where Jin Jang-myeong was wearing.

However the attack did not hit Jin Jang-myeong.

It meant that the target of many of the evil men who plotted in the guest house was this cheap rip-off kid.

It was like being bossed around there.

What is this? How can I be a princess?

She’s a bit shy to be a princess…

At that time Yang Sowol bowed deeply to Ah Qing.

Ah-cheong was scared.

Even though he had aged gracefully he was the same age as his mother so it was a hundred times more burden.

“I once again received a favor from Daehyup.”

“Why even grace? Hey leave it there. “Put it in billions.”

Ah-cheong waved his arms and suppressed a scream.

Blood is leaking from my arm.

Am I selfish for liking other people’s blood but wasting my own?

“Daehyeop’s wounds…!”

“are you okay. “It gets better if you apply acupuncture.”

There is no need to worry about infection.

It was a wound that would heal if you just applied medicine and cleaned it up.

It may take a long time and be very inconvenient.

“But the arms of Daehyeop…!”

“Miss this requires patience again….”

“Daehyeop?”

“are you okay. About an arm. “I’m glad the kid is safe.”

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I did it! Ah-cheong was shaking like an idiot.

“We need to get treatment sooner than that.”

Fortunately Yang Xiaoyue knew how to perform simple medical techniques.

I also had some good Geumchang medicine.

There were also some unfortunate aspects.

There is no way to anesthetize it.

In the end instead of anesthesia I put a handkerchief on my mouth.

So while Ah-cheong was pulling out the secretion and sewing up the wound he experienced the hell of royalties.

Deep wounds turn inside out and protrude outward.

Press it tightly and sew it with large stitches repeating the process depending on the depth.

Afterwards the outside was sewn with small stitches.

While wrapping the wound with a clean cloth Ah-cheong’s eyes turned red.

It’s because all the veins have burst.

Of course the fact that I burst into tears also played a role.

As a man and all it was very painful.

Really.

Ah-cheong who had calmed down and was embarrassed spoke up.

“So what are they?”

“That is….”

Yang Sowol hesitated trailing off his words.

Then after a while his expression became determined.

“It would be polite to tell your benefactor.”

“Oh I wasn’t that curious.”

I asked without thinking but it felt burdensome.

It was sincere but Yang So-wol did not believe it.

“Thank you for your consideration. In fact this child…”

Since it is so grand it seems like there is a big secret!

Acheng swallowed his saliva.

“This child is born with labial hemostasis.”

It was a shocking conclusion!

Hemostasis of the labia! I have no idea!

Yang So-wol noticed that fact with a keen sense of experience.

“Daehyeop Labial Hemostasis…”

—-

Yang So-wol was originally a martial artist but after marrying her husband she retired and settled in distant Fujian.

My husband was a caring person so what?

It’s about being happy with your husband.

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The peak of that happiness is when a child enters the womb.

The child was weak.

My hands and feet were always cold I felt cold and once I fell asleep I had trouble waking up.

Of course that fact did not hinder happiness.

Then when my child got older and I was teaching him basic self-defense I realized that his constitution was strange.

It was some kind of cliffhanger.

It is difficult for a child born with a weak vein to live past the age of thirty.

The surprised couple spread the word in every possible way and brought in the helpless lawmakers.

The result was the worst.

Seoncheonjingi.

It refers to the basic energy that a person possesses.

The amount of congenital Qi varies slightly from person to person.

But it’s all there.

There is a little difference but there is no big difference.

The nature of energy also differed slightly from person to person.

It was what is commonly called the yin-yang and five elements.

But it’s all there.

There is a little difference but there is no big difference.

However very occasionally very occasionally a child is born with this trait taken to its extreme.

Yin and yang each have two properties.

Sexual energy is something cold and dark.

Of these only the cold energy was separated and called labium.

I only buy dark vibes.

Yang is something bright and hot.

Likewise the brightness is Jeongyang and the hotness is Sunyang.

These are six extreme children who are born very rarely.

A boy born with the energy of Pure Yang Geuk Yang and Pure Yang.

A girl who is born with the energy of oblique extreme and labial sounds.

Among the dogs the girl with labial hemostasis was the most valuable.

The child suffered from labial hemostasis.

Meanwhile among Kangho’s evil methods was something called Chaeeumboyang.

The act of stealing a woman’s vagina through sexual intercourse.

It was different from Taoist meditation.

Bangjungsul benefits both men and women by sharing circulating and nurturing energy.

So although Bangjungsul was outrageous it was not evil. In the first place it is also a type of Taoism.

And among the six yin and yang the labial yin was very convenient.

When it meets the energy of yang it spreads downward adding to its heat and brightness.

There was no such elixir for a warrior who had mastered the martial arts of Yanggang.

What about a warrior who has learned the martial arts of Yinhan?

It was an excellent elixir that made the negative energy more pure.

And the thoughts that the martial people have about elixirs.

The elixir is worth risking your life for.

If you don’t risk your life for the elixir what else will you save your life for?

The Murim people are a people who are immortal when it comes to elixirs.

If it was known that the child was born with labial hemostasis the child would not have survived.

You will face the most miserable death in cruel pain.

I needed a background that could protect my child from threats too terrible to put into words.

At least until the child reaches a first-class level and reaches a body where innate Qi can no longer be taken away by any means.

Fortunately there was such a sect in the Kangho martial arts clan.

Musan priestess gate.

However the journey from the remote countryside of Fujian Province to Musan Hubei Province was too harsh for the child.

A journey across half a continent with a child who is already weak.

However Yang So-wol had no time to hesitate after her husband died.

So the mother and daughter left the house holding hands.

—-

“Wait a minute. Then these crazy fuckers now.”

It meant that all those bastards gathered together and made a fuss about picking on a middle school girl.

Something like this… martial arts?

Aside from that the identity of the little boy was a bit shocking.

Were you… a middle school girl?

Ah-cheong looked down at the little boy who was sleeping soundly with his back on her thigh.

Unable to overcome the torture under the guise of treatment he immediately grabbed the thigh of the person complaining of pain who was sobbing into the mouth of the towel and only shedding tears.

He was truly an evil little boy.

“I am embarrassed to tell you this but if you feel sorry for the child could I ask you to accompany me to Musan?”

“Of course! “Those horny bastards.”

The mission window that suddenly appeared stopped Ah-cheong speechless.

[Foreshadowing (Unknown) Second Crisis]

[You have faced the opportunity of a lifetime.]

action to carry out the mission

Good work) Take the child to the shrine’s gate

Or take the child to an appropriate clan.

Good luck) Transferring the elixir to its rightful owner

Bad karma) Selling the elixir

Bad karma) Taking the elixir for yourself

Cheonsalseong) Break the elixir and take the true blood

[This choice can affect the world.]

It was the mission window of a form I had never seen before.

If you say it’s a mission window it’s like a surprise mission where you kill bad guys or do bad things.

Go further and kill the bad guy’s friend.

Kill them all whether they are bad or good.

It was always roughly like this.

If I had known this would happen I would have read the mission strategy.

Character making and early farming run route.

This was the only information Ah-cheong saw before entering the game.

There was no time to find out any other information.

The size of the game was not large to begin with.

The installation was completed quickly and I started the game right away.

What is an omen? What is the nth crisis?

The conditions for achieving the second good karma were the same.

Hand over the elixir to its rightful owner?

Moreover the choice of words was offensively explicit.

There is only one mission method that treats Jin Jang-myeong as a person.

Elixir?

What about elixirs and all for a child who is breathing normally?

Crack. Ah-cheong gritted his teeth.

What on earth?

What should I do? What am I?

Am I in the game? Am I the main character? What is this world?

What about the child? What about mom? People or programming?

Why me why me why why?

What is the omen?

Why did middle school girl Jean meet me?

It’s not a coincidence we’re destined to run into each other.

If I make no choice and whatever I gather leads to the right ending then I am after the end –

Suddenly something cold touched my wrist.

Ah-cheong moved his neck like a rusty rusty machine with faded empty eyes.

A small hand holding my wrist.

It’s so cold that it makes me come to my senses.

“cold….”

The child pulled my wrist with a slight force.

Acheng followed suit and touched the child’s unusually cool cheek.

“ha.”

Ah-cheong sighed deeply.

I feel really shit.

Having a seizure just by looking at the status window is a disease but a disease.

Is this mental illness? I’m a psychopath!

That’s a truly amazing fact.

But you would know if you experienced it too.

Acheong forced himself to swallow the rising nausea.

The bitter gastric juice that had instantly flowed down the esophagus and reached the root of the tongue could not come out and returned.

He scratched his throat roughly to vent his anger.

“Daehyeop?”

“ah. yes. What were you talking about? Oh right. Of course we should go together. I can tell you this. “It’s okay.”

Ah-cheong answered like that.

Is there such a thing as a settings window?

Turn off the mission window that pops up.

Very fucking thing.

Instead of swearing Ah-cheong looked down at the child’s face.

A sleeping child naturally stabilizes the mind and body.

Humans probably evolved that way.

To protect a weak child? maybe?

Whatever the mission Acheong had only one choice to make.

Middle school girl Jean is a baby. You have to protect your baby.

It was common sense for educated modern Koreans.