I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 70



[Episode 70] Who is carrying a knife…

Cheong thought.

Now you don’t have to worry!

Because I am important!

The Heavenly Demon Church underestimated Cheong’s perception too much.

There are definitely things that require fortune telling.

There is no one who can replace Cheong because of the very surprising function for a barbaric midfielder called blowing to unlock.

So I have no choice but to blow.

What if I say no?

Then why not just wait for decades?

So Cheong decided to just take it easy.

All you have to do is keep your arms and mouth intact like that supreme appealer as long as you don’t do that damn thing.

Well since you need hands and a mouth it doesn’t matter if you don’t have legs or eyes right?

Then from now on I was planning to make a fuss and say that I would rather die.

Moreover the leg was also being rehabilitated smoothly.

Judging by his looks he did a good job just walking around and he seemed to be in the mood to applaud.

So just take your time and make the most of it.

It was Cheong’s plan.

Cheong didn’t break the villain’s head just because he was bored.

Whether this is okay or not what the reaction will be I will give it a try.

It was a big decision.

What if something goes wrong and they torture me?

It was Cheong who had the confidence to cry and play 108 songs in a row on the flute.

But there’s no reaction?

So I came to a conclusion.

I am more desperate than I thought.

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Then I’ll have to be more honest.

Of course it was fun too.

Even though the Heuksalmajang was the same it was different from the Tathagatasjang.

It was a martial art that focused on palm strikes called long strikes.

The advantage was the excellent taste.

That feeling that shatters your skull!

The downside is that the pitch black hands are a bit disgusting.

Even the black color is too black.

It wasn’t brown or gray but black with a purity close to 100%.

Cheong has now reached a higher level and looks at the pitch-black skin that extends down to the backs of his hands.

“Whoa….”

As Cheong exhaled the black color quickly disappeared into his skin.

One of the characteristics of Sosu Demon Gong was that he had a sword invulnerability below the elbow.

Clear skin and the shape of long slender hands were just side effects of the process.

And in order to use the Black Death Magic Field you had to break the status of a small number of strong swords and invulnerable all-purpose arms gather your morale and create the Black Death Field.

It was a lot more difficult than I thought.

This was because Sosu Demon Gong had already established himself in the right direction of the blood path.

In order to use the Black Death Demon Field the blood path had to be twisted.

It was a delicate task that had to be done to the point of twisting an otherwise healthy spirit into a fraud!

Cheong was hiding the fact that he could change the color of his hands as if he were swinging a light stick from the Demonic Cult.

Because their hands are like this they think they won’t run away.

For some reason my head was spinning in a despicable way.

It may be a characteristic of a celestial being or Cheong was originally a human being who ended up like that.

Anyway as I maintained the Black Death Demon Leader with desperate concentration my achievements continued to increase for no reason.

This was the reason for the rapid growth of the Qing Heuksal Market.

Anyway time passed quickly.

I think it’s probably been about two months.

I’m bored!

So far I’ve killed quite a few snakes.

So there was no one approaching the area around Cheong.

In fact Bijakbu the secret operation department of the Protestant Outer Party was a spiritual elite that gathered only those who were loyal to the Protestant Church.

This was because it was not possible for an ordinary person to remain loyal to Protestantism while living in the peaceful central plains.

These assassins armed with endless hatred for the Central Powers were valuable talents who raised a considerable amount of funds for the Protestant Church by collecting information as their main job and doing human trafficking and robbery and murder as a side job.

In other words it was too precious to die due to the corruption of the Qing Dynasty.

That’s why they banned access altogether.

Ji Seung-ju That little boy was also avoiding Cheong.

At least I survived by scratching that guy.

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It’s no longer fun. I should just kill him.

A small thing has already accumulated a lot of bad karma.

That was when Cheong made up his mind.

The carriage door swung open without courtesy.

A skinny skeleton-like old man with no trace of flesh beneath his skin looked down at Cheong with disapproving eyes.

“ah. “Is it time to eat?”

Cheong calmly stretched out his arms.

The old man grunted and picked Cheong up.

“What a bitch. The way the world works is turning in the opposite direction. “It looks like King Yeom will be so surprised that he will go on a tour of hell.”

“So someone made a bad leg.”

Cheong received help from the old man.

It’s not about taking care of yourself.

I received assistance.

That was the saying that things go the other way.

Anyway this skinny old man is a great madura named Choi Liong a bicycle horse.

There was also a piece of coriander in a flower pot for the subject of an old man who seemed like he would die if he hit it.

The amount of bad karma that led to him being called a big bad was a bonus.

The Qing convoy was joined by masters returning to Shingyo and now there are four transcendent masters and one Hwa-gyeong.

At the peak Gosu was very busy.

It was the number of masters who were barely out and returning.

The Qing Dynasty looked down on the group called Heavenly Demon God Church.

The Church of the Heavenly Demon aiming to conquer the Central Plains was not a group that only paid lip service without any ability.

In fact my legs had fully recovered by the day before yesterday.

However the level of trickery he had been engaging in so far was already at a level where it could be said to have reached the sky.

I thought it might be worth escaping now but Gosu had become agitated and I was just keeping an eye on him.

But his name is Lyon.

I keep thinking about it but isn’t it kind of cool?

“It’s a good thing that the world’s killer has sick legs. “The Most High showed great insight.”

“You should think that I’m being vicious because my legs hurt. “If he was fine I wouldn’t have promoted him.”

“It seems like a bitch who just wants to be free. If it weren’t for Boksinjeok she would have been splashed in shit and killed right away. very.”

“Uh huh. When I go to eat it’s dirty. Grandpa please watch your mouth right? “There is muddy water and oil so why use shit water?”

Choi Lyon glared at Cheong with wide eyes.

“Uh huh. Don’t open your eyes like that. “I’m going to love you.”

Choi Lyon’s eyes became even more sinister.

When it comes to flowering the color of your eyes is no joke.

Cheong feeling burdened looked the other way.

“…She looks like a bitch who wants all her flesh smeared on her.”

It was said to separate the flesh from the bones.

Cheong who was a little scared looked around for no reason.

I saw a landscape with several huge tents set up in an open grassland.

The Jungwon that Cheong knew was no longer the same.

As we entered the large tent there was a spectacular gathering of gorgeously prepared tables and a swarm of evildoers.

“Is Mr. Jajeonma-kun here?”

The evildoers of Protestantism greeted Choi Lyong.

As a result of Cheong’s observation the Protestant evildoers were actually more polite.

I know why.

Last time I saw the head of a guy who was drinking and telling the truth get smashed.

In this town if you don’t have manners you lose your life so everyone was polite.

“That crazy bitch why bother pampering her so much when she could just grab her hair and drag her away?”

One of the demons was flattering then immediately closed his mouth and closed his eyes.

It was because of the purple lightning bolts extending from Choi Lyon’s whole body.

This is a unique bicycle made by Bicycle Magic Gong.

Thanks to that I got hit with a few greens for no reason.

Cheong which was delivered to the table served the only stigma of his life as a gourmet meal.

As I was pushing my cheeks to the point of bursting with greed someone belatedly took a seat on the other side of the table.

“Ugh Kkobbungi.”

Cheong smiled happily with his bulging cheeks.

I used to sneak away whenever I saw his face but today when I made up my mind for some reason it appeared right in front of my eyes.

I’ll put up with it now because there are a lot of experts but we’ll see.

Cheong’s smile was faint.

Ji Seung-ju opened his mouth immediately without even saying hello.

“A while ago.”

“what?”

“You asked me about strong self-esteem the other day.”

Cheong swallowed the food he was chewing.

“what. “Have you been thinking about that until now?”

“I thought about it for a long time but what Sojeo did was just a killing spree not self-respect.”

“okay? why? Because I’m not a Protestant? Because you can do it and I can’t?”

“no. When the strong take the life of the weak it must be absolutely necessary. “At the very least it must be a meaningful death that serves as nourishment for a higher state.”

It looks like he just rolled his head.

The other person was a former production worker at Munpungdangdang.

A self-made giant who majored in humanities and won a difficult position as a production worker!

Isn’t this a cruel society in which humanities majors barely survive by receiving basic livelihood aid or working on part-time short-term contracts?

It was Cheong that we can boldly say achieved a legendary success.

“Is this a natural choice? A wild beast with a full stomach doesn’t hunt? A natural cycle evidenced by the food chain?”

“…!”

Lightning struck Ji Seung-ju’s head.

“what. “If that’s you then that’s probably it.”

Cheong just lost interest.

Because there was no need to seriously respond to a guy who was talking bullshit.

It’s funny to begin with.

How many wild animals hunt because they are bored?

Even if you don’t go far you can tell just by looking at the furry wheels playing in the alleys.

“however.”

Ji Seung-ju spoke up.

I looked at Cheong wondering if he was going to say some bullshit again but Ji Seung-ju looked somewhat triumphant in the face of an expressionless subject.

what.

They say Ji won because he didn’t give her someone to talk to.

What are you thinking about?

Then I guess I’ll have to pick on Oh’s tail and show a personal attack at the end of the argument.

Cheong fired a shot at the forbidden secret art of argument.

It was then.

“That hand.”

“uh?”

“Last time it was definitely black from above the wrist to just above this point.”

Cheong was embarrassed.

In fact the higher the level of the black assassin the more difficult it was to maintain it.

“I’ve been watching you closely but I noticed that the black water gradually decreased during the meal.”

When I eat I have no choice but to lose my mind a little.

Is it so wrong to want to eat comfortably in the first place?

They say they don’t even touch the dog while eating!

“haha. “Could it be that our little boy is seeing something wrong because his eye is strained?”

“Can’t you hide the black jacket?”

Although there is a question mark at the end it is actually a message that is already certain.

Even if you try to explain it you won’t believe it.

Cheong sighed deeply.

A quick-witted kid. I should have gotten rid of it a long time ago.

Even though he had decided to kill him now he wasn’t someone who could just be killed like the other henchmen.

Even looking at this kid these eminent masters were people with high standards of courage.

“You got caught?”

‘Did you get caught?’ purely because of a topic you were careless about. It was crazy.

Cheong’s hands turned white again.

Clean and beautiful hands.

The hands were originally black and ugly but once they changed they were once again truly beautiful the hands of a beautiful woman.

Ji Seung-ju broke his long-lost expression and slightly raised the corners of his mouth as if he knew that would happen.

And the black killer sitting across from me coughed in surprise and powerfully fired all the meat he was chewing at the front.