I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 353



[Episode 353] To Namnyeong

According to the will of the late Tang Dong-ryang Baek-ho this time the suppression of traitors required imitating bandits so each person had to dress up as a bandit.

In Cheong’s opinion he couldn’t figure out why he had to personally prepare the makeup needed for the operation.

However in fact when it comes to ancient primitive and uncivilized armies it was common for them to prepare their own items.

Anyway Cheong took the fur coat from the special macho man with his neck broken and put it on.

This is because it is a high-end product no matter how you look at it.

Cheong who stole a macho man’s fur coat and put it on sniffs it.

A scent reminiscent of a temple or a Buddhist temple wafts out and even though it is a pseudo-monastery Cheong’s heart feels a little more at ease as he is a Taoist monk.

Wow it smells really good.

But it’s a little funny.

What kind of bandit in the world would wear a coat made of such high quality raccoon skin and even give it scent?

What on earth do you think of bandits?

Aren’t the fantasies about bandits too strong?

Even the peak is a hat.

Isn’t a hat made of marten skin one of the most luxurious hats you can buy in winter?

After putting it on and untying the folded part it looks like it completely covers the face and only the eyes are sticking out.

And then I realized that the hat of Tang Dong-ryang Baekho who had already passed away was also a very high-quality item.

This is because winter fur hats were used as a means of showing off each other’s wealth among soldiers even if they were not meant to imitate bandits.

That hat is really nice too.

Anyway in the afterlife I’m going to be burning the district heating to keep myself warm so what do I even need a hat for?

The coat isn’t as good as this one but it’s a high-end product.

Um should I get Jangmyeong?

In the end Cheong stuffed Tang Dong-ryang’s Baekho’s coat and hat into his travel bag with the help of a porter and took care of them frugally.

Although Cheong is dressed as a bandit he shows the appearance of a professional bandit.

He hides the body by roughly burying it in fallen leaves and Cheong climbs the mountain again.

He’s a powerful white tiger but he’s only the last step in suppressing the traitors?

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If the poor guy can wear such a nice coat and hat what about the guys above him?

Should I buy some winter clothes now?

So the sun set.

The coats of the Qing Dynasty became more luxurious and their heads were covered with white marten fur which is said to be the best among martens.

The unit price of winter clothes rose vertically but there was no real income.

If you come to catch a traitor and find a suspicious person wandering around the mountain give a signal immediately.

However there is strangely no information about the suspicious guy so all they can say is that he is a white-skinned student and can be recognized at a glance.

Aside from that the scale of the mobilized military is unusual.

I don’t know the exact number because each person belongs to a different general department but they say that the general departments dispatched in groups of 1200 saw five Geumui Committee members and they also say that there were some unpleasant eunuchs (they really said this) walking around.

Did you say that the steel veterans were not mobilized for the search but had set up a separate camp and that only the staff knew where the ambush was?

When I heard the name ‘Geuminuiwiwi’ I suddenly remembered what happened in the Tang family.

The fake Hwagyeong expert who took Taesanggaju’s grandfather’s special aphrodisiac pill and shook his waist in the air to destroy the world was very strong.

Weren’t there some particularly strong people in the unfortunate event that took place around lunch time?

As I think about this my teeth grind together again.

These bastards how rotten are these bastards called government officials in this country?

I have already heard that the current emperor is gnashing his teeth to kill all the martial arts bastards.

Let’s say it’s okay that public power hates private violent groups.

But what on earth is it like to kill everyone who passes by to catch a traitor?

If you said it was a government official’s event everyone would give you the silver coins without saying anything but if you said it was impossible everyone would have grumbled and asked why they wouldn’t return the silver coins but they would have obediently returned.

However their choice was a killer.

By cowardly disguising himself as a bandit.

Emperor Mucheon that old man didn’t just rob the imperial palace and grab the emperor by the collar.

Since you only grab the collar if it were me I would have separated the collar from the neck bone instead of just grabbing the collar.

That’s a scary thought because Cheong is not from the central region.

Even Emperor Muchon who is synonymous with such extremeness only wanted to scold him harshly and never even thought of committing the shameless and terrible crime of assassinating the Emperor.

It was also the reason why Cheong wandered around at night.

They are also dishonest so they must be working in secret.

If you think about the work of the party family it would not be normal for even those hard-core bastards to be mobilized.

So you can’t pretend not to know.

Because that is cowardly and wrong.

If you didn’t know at all you wouldn’t know. Even if you knew you couldn’t pretend not to know.

In addition there were those who died unjustly and there were certainly people who died before that.

Still shouldn’t we pay tribute to those who were wronged and wear uniforms?

Cheong composed himself.

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In fact winter in the Namryeong Mountains cannot be said to be that harsh for a mountainous area in the central plains.

But for Sichuan people the cold is harsh enough.

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It’s amazing that even in the coldest winter in Sacheon’s history the water has never frozen.

So as two Sichuan men are hiding in a crevice in a rock somewhere at the foot of the Namryeong Mountains the cold of the winter night seems to pierce their bones.

One person is just cold.

However the other person was originally a cilantro and should not have been cold but when a person’s muscles under the skin are exposed and blood is leaking no matter how much a person is a cilantro he or she cannot help but shiver from the cold.

“King please leave me alone.”

“You’re saying something funny.”

“Please Heavenly Lady I beg you earnestly-”

Although she has gray hair she is an old woman with not deep wrinkles.

However blood had spread around the corner of his mouth his complexion was pale and there were dark shadows under his eyes making him look like he was clearly sick.

The young man snorted at that.

“joy. You’re being stupid. “What can a white-haired student who doesn’t know how to do in these mountains go out alone and do?”

“But king-”

“It’s all your fault. I should have anticipated this and taught them long ago how to climb mountains or how to survive. If I tried to wash my face alone didn’t I make a fuss and block even a drop of water from reaching it? So I should be able to do something on my own.”

“Wang please.”

“I hope you get better quickly. I had to have at least one strong escort to get out. If I had to leave alone wouldn’t I end up wandering around the mountains and rivers and dying even if I weren’t one of those vicious bastards? “It is not an easy mountain to climb.”

“Wang please. All you have to do is run north. Please use it while it is still useful when the celestial maiden is still ready to cause trouble. “Please don’t die in vain-”

“Why does this person die? Even if you have the will to die you should do your best to get better. hmm. Here’s some water. this. “It’s empty.”

“Wang. “It’s a lifelong wish of a heavenly woman.”

“That’s it. I’ll bring some water so just wait patiently. And stop using that damn wish. Doing something is my lifelong wish. “I don’t think I have that many wishes.”

“Wangya Wangya! “It’s dangerous!”

The old woman desperately sings for Wang Ya unable to raise her voice as she is surrounded by enemies.

However Wangya just clicked her tongue and headed out of the rock crevice.

King Deokhyeon who came out to fetch water was unable to take his steps as the night was much darker than expected.

On the way up I saw a stream flowing that was almost like a leaky stream rather than a small stream below.

So I went out out of curiosity but when I got out I realized that there was a bright spot in the rock that even the moonlight could see through.

In fact once you become a king there is no need to climb a mountain with your own feet.

Because it is a precious horse it has to be carried on the back of a servant if it is not possible to carry it on a carriage or palanquin.

So how could King Deokhyeon know how difficult it was to go down a pathless slope in the dark of night?

I stepped carefully and tried to check if it was slippery or if the ground was broken or the rock was broken.

“What?”

Crispy!

King Deokhyeon continued to slide down the mountainside and hit a stump with his knee causing his body to bend and tumble before hitting his shoulder against a rock and falling from a hill about three feet high.

Fortunately there was water underneath.

I ended up getting completely buried in the fallen leaves that had piled up layer upon layer.

“Off.”

King Deokhyeon couldn’t stand up and wriggled among the fallen leaves.

I wonder if Guan Yu must have been in such pain with his knee feeling like it had been torn apart and his shoulder stuck with an arrow.

In pain so intense that he couldn’t even think of getting up King Deokhyeon buried himself among the soft fallen leaves and waited for the pain to go away.

“Ugh.”

Deokhyeonchinwang turns his body and stretches out his arms.

The leaves have disappeared and a bright half moon shines through the bare branches.

Once again my situation is ridiculous and unsightly.

Since he is the king he doesn’t know how to do anything so he couldn’t even fetch a bucket of water so he ended up lying around like this.

It was then.

Suddenly a shadow appears against the moon and a cold chill extends from my neck.

The unique coldness of metal. When the blade sticks to my neck fear surges up. My heart feels like it’s about to explode and my limbs feel cold and numb so I feel like I’m going crazy.

“What is this? Why are you rolling around on a moonlit night? “A guy with good feet left his good feet behind?”

A completely unexpected woman’s voice came out.

It was also a beautiful voice with a very beautiful tone and clear pronunciation that pierced your ears.

“I am the herbalist.”

“Are you an herbalist? “For an herbalist you speak short?”

“I am a herbalist.”

“In my life I see herbalists dressed in silk clothes. Also the herbalist wandering around foolishly in the mountains.”

“It was just that the night was so dark that I fell without being able to distinguish between the ground and the ground.”

“No if you’re going to imitate an herbalist you’ll have to do it right. What kind of herbalist in the world uses text messages? “Did you change jobs to become an herbalist due to hardships while preparing for the civil service exam?”

“Oh that’s right. “You guessed it right.”

“You sound like a very high-ranking person?”

“no. Go no no I am not a high person. no.”

“You just said such a stupid thing. Huh. go? female?”

Oops. As I speak I end up making mistakes.

In fact since there is a knife at your throat it would be wiser not to make mistakes with your words.

I thought the woman would suddenly grab my collar but with unimaginable force she was lifted up high.

While I’m out of breath-

Suddenly the woman was pulling me by the collar almost as if her nose was touching my face or more accurately as if it was touching the mouth wrap covering my lower abdomen.

And somehow it feels familiar? The beautifully shaped eyes that seem to have been seen are distorted and move up and down and swing from side to side to evenly examine the face.

It was truly a hardship for King Deokhyeon who was shaken by the collar.

Besides isn’t she a truly nasty woman?

Why do you wave someone else’s body around to look at it when all you have to do to look at it is to roll your own eyes?

Then suddenly the woman’s eyes widened and-

“Hmm. freedom? “Isn’t it freedom?”

“Freedom? “How could you call me by that name?”

The pseudonym “Freedom” was created on the spot.

And there was only one person in the world who allowed me to call myself that.

“Is Seo Mun-cheong your friend?”

“Wow it’s freedom. And Sooreum. What the heck I see it all here. No why are you rolling on the floor on a moonlit night? “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Only then does Cheong give up his freedom and hit the dirt and fallen leaves on his body.

Jayu’s face blushed as he patted my butt and shook it off. What kind of woman without any fault is this weird.

“ah. That’s right. Was the traitor free?”

“You’re a traitor. “You are saying something outrageous.”

“Speak less. “Will you treat me like a king?”

Freedom smiled at him.

“Well isn’t that why your friend is saying such rude things? But you say no. “This is not the time.”

The smile is also momentarily holding on to Cheong with an expression of urgency for freedom.

“Please help me. Yeonpa was seriously injured but the details don’t seem to be good. I should have shown it to the congressman right away but I am ignorant of the situation in the mountains. So please can you take me to the doctor?”