I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 16



[Episode 16] Change course to north-northwest.

Poor children grow up quickly.

The same goes for sick children.

And Jin Jang-myeong was sick and poor.

They weren’t even poor to begin with.

After the fever boiled over and the dazed mind returned the decorations in the house disappeared and the number of servants decreased.

Just like that the manor with the yard narrowed down to a damp corner of the room where the door creaked and twisted.

Dad went to get medicine and never came back.

Instead only the medicine came back.

It should have been the opposite.

My mother couldn’t even mourn properly.

At night when I couldn’t sleep and pretended to be asleep I heard my mother’s sorrow sobbing quietly in case anyone heard.

Soon after I left home.

It was all his fault.

So Jin Jang-myeong had to be a fool.

I had to be an immature child.

I know that because I grew up at a young age my adult appearance actually hurt my mother.

And then I saw the woman.

She was a foolish wandering woman who prepared expensive dishes and had the happiest face in the world.

Something pitch-black boiled inside Jin Jang-myeong’s heart.

Then I took a bite.

I fell for the provocation and ended up eating my stomach full.

The food was delicious though.

But I couldn’t bear it when my mother expressed her humble gratitude.

Because it shouldn’t be like that.

It was just a favor given by a fool who was just happy in the world.

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A cheap favor that is infinitely light.

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It was a carriage rolling slowly.

A carriage is originally an object that rolls slowly.

If you speed up even a little it becomes not a means of transportation but a tool of torture that grabs the rider’s buttocks.

Inside Acheng was going through great difficulties.

“Mother is this really okay?”

“He’s a bit foolish… Myung-ah Daehyeop is uncomfortable.”

“…It’s comfortable here.”

Ride comfort is ultimately a matter of how scientific the cushioning effect is.

Shock mitigation for carriages tended to depend entirely on materials.

This means that the elasticity of wood is everything.

For that reason what Jin Jangmyeong said was not wrong.

It is much more comfortable to ride on Acheong’s thighs which are moderately full of muscle and flesh rather than just cotton pads.

Plus it was nice to lean back on.

After last night’s attack Jin Jangmyeong’s attitude changed.

It stuck to the side like a piece of gum and wouldn’t fall off.

Instead Ah-cheong became uncomfortable.

Roughly speaking a ten-year-old child could be held in one’s arms patted on the head and made to feel good.

But what if it’s only small and dwarfed and it’s a 16-year-old middle school girl?

Just by sitting him on my lap I had to prepare for social death.

Even his mother was on the other side!

So Ah-cheong had no choice but to remain frozen.

But isn’t sixteen the age to sit on someone’s lap and make a fool of yourself?

Isn’t it? Is this the distance girls feel?

In fact Jin Jang-myeong was enjoying the reaction with the sensitivity of a sick child.

I don’t know why but it was because I noticed that Ah-cheong was quite uncomfortable with contact.

Jin Jang-myeong went one step further.

He grabbed Acheng’s left and right hands and placed them on his thighs.

Ah-cheong stiffened.

This is really annoying.

To others she might have looked like a mysterious woman holding her nephew but to Ah-cheong it wasn’t like that.

Saying that a person’s inner self is important ultimately means that the way each individual views the world is important.

Acheong hides Acheongbeop.

Is this green light? no.

uh. Acheong. Acheongbeop.

All the modern memes that I repeat to myself when I’m in trouble or anxious didn’t even come to mind this time.

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Until yesterday you were an adolescent teenager.

When did you and I become us?

Somehow Ah-cheong was picking up the jujeop and swallowing it.

“Daehyeop.”

Ah-cheong was startled by the uncomfortable voice.

Yang So-wol’s stiff face was seen.

“I am innocent! As you saw earlier this is my intention.”

“I guess I chose the wrong coachman.”

Fortunately it was not an investigation into child molestation.

But why is the coachman again?

ah. The coachman is terrible at driving the carriage.

It felt like I had become one with the ground.

I was feeling every single grain of sand on the road with my butt.

In the past I went on a drive with a friend to commemorate his first car.

I couldn’t go for 30 minutes and I started getting motion sickness.

This is the effect the driver has on the ride quality.

“The carriage is slowing down.”

Yang Sowol picked up the sword.

Ah-cheong was surprised.

Even though the driver drove the carriage with his feet I think cutting with a knife is a bit excessive.

Or is this just common sense from Moorim?

In martial arts there may be a custom of beheading a coachman who cannot drive a carriage.

It’s such a harsh industry.

So where does a novice coachman build his career?

While Ah-cheong was still wandering Yang So-wol screamed.

“Now!”

There was no way to stop him.

Yang Sowol powerfully kicked the door and jumped out.

I’m guessing he didn’t mean to look around now so he told you to follow him.

Ah-cheong also jumped down holding Jin Jang-myeong.

“shit! “You noticed!”

“Hit!” “As long as the baby is fine!”

An unexpected crowd of people gathered to welcome us.

Only then did Acheong understand the situation.

These guys haven’t given up yet.

Ah-cheong’s hand groped inside his arms and shot out.

One of the enemies that was running towards me sat down and screamed holding its eyes.

Argh! It was a roar as if my throat was being torn apart.

However if a chopstick pierces the eyelid and gets stuck in the eye anyone will scream like that.

After last night’s attack Ah-cheong reflected a lot.

After gaining confidence as a master I became very complacent.

If my inner strength was a little lacking I wouldn’t be breathing so well right now.

So I solved some of the free training points I had accumulated.

There are about 30 martial arts with white borders and two of them Naegongsimbeop were raised to 10 stars.

As a lowest-level martial artist he did not have the level of 12-star greatness so he did not acquire great special abilities but there was still a total increase of about 20%.

And I raised one dark skill to 10 stars.

One three three.

It was difficult to expect its power as it was a throwing technique that meant catching three sparrows with one chopstick and was an easily available cancer technique.

However Western expert John Mo enhanced his reputation by annihilating one Black Island Bangpa with just a pencil.

Even if it is a third-rate cancer technique it is different when done by an expert.

Iljeotsamjak is a dark technique that uses a pole that is easily available so its power is low to begin with.

So the mystery lies in the Book of Seongdonggyeok.

Memorization continued to fly towards my eyes.

One person has already become one-eyed and collapsed.

The raiders prepared for it. He raised his arm and raised his defense so that he could strike at any time.

Then a low straight line penetrated between the crotch.

The second victim couldn’t even scream.

Instead he held his lower abdomen and foamed at the mouth.

A vicious attack that breaks the chain.

The attackers felt a deep sense of fear.

“Such a vicious thing!”

“It’s a witch a witch! “The witch is here!”

In fact Ah-cheong also felt a little sorry.

But should we choose any means in this heartless situation of life and death?

I neutralized two with just chopsticks so it was worth investing the training points.

Ah-cheong pulled out his sword. A razor-sharp sword energy rose.

“Climax expert!”

“I didn’t say it was a fucking climax!”

They hesitated.

Ah-cheong tried to jump out but only took a step forward.

The startled enemies retreated backwards.

Ah-cheong was conflicted.

Can I hold him next to me and see the blood?

Last night I learned practical combat techniques.

From what I can see it looks like there is no expert and there is no problem.

What if a gale of anger seriously hurts your delicate sensibilities?

At that time Yang Sowol flew in exquisitely.

“Daehyup Myeong-il!”

“I believed it!”

Ah-cheong shouted excitedly.

My hands were free. I searched everything.

The two assailants who followed Yang So-wol were cut horizontally with one sword.

The upper body separated and the contents poured out.

The enemies in Yang Sowol’s direction quickly moved away.

It was then.

“stop!”

The rat-shaped man came out holding on to his weight for no reason.

Ah-cheong recognized that face.

“you! yesterday!”

Yesterday it rained and splattered.

Thanks to this Acheong had a forced experience as a gwanunjang.

The shine disappeared from Ah-cheong’s eyes.

I said I would definitely kill that bastard.

The mouse statue was somehow in good spirits even in the face of death.

And he raised his arms high as if showing off.

It was a hand holding something large and round.

“stop! Can’t you see this? “If you don’t want to die together leave that brat right now-”

However Acheong’s eyes had already rolled back.

Of course I couldn’t see it.

Damn-! The sound of the temple bell of Tathagata Goddess.

The upper part of the mouse statue’s wrist disappeared.

And the big black round thing was pushed by the career and flew away –

The sound became a shock wave and shook the forest.

Trees shake dry leaves fly and grass lies down all at once. The birds flew up all at once.

A subtle earthquake that pushes into the soles of your feet.

A wall bomb.

It was the government official’s secret weapon and the worst nightmare of the martial arts world.

The only countermeasure is self-defense.

Even the climactic warrior cannot be found if he is caught in the explosion.

But Ah-cheong doesn’t know anything like that.

Ah-cheong had already grabbed the rat statue’s neck.

“Fuck you. “I said I would kill you.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Did you do it? In my heart. “Eagerly.”

“What is that…”

If you press hard on the neck artery there is no special pressure.

The rat statue lost consciousness and fell limp.

You can’t kill this guy easily.

Now how do I kill someone so that people can say I killed him well?

But before that.

Ah-cheong’s head turned.

A bright smile and dead eyes turned towards the attackers.