I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 97



[Episode 97] Cheonmachong

Ji Seung-ju’s eyes trembled.

It’s just that the expression doesn’t change but it doesn’t mean there are no emotions.

“Why if you even like the fantasy of Jinbeop I will answer that it is ultimately a fiction and you will starve and die. Are you saying you don’t mind if I die like that?”

“What are you talking about? “When do you want me to die?”

“You just said.”

“Aren’t you going to disband the faction? Why me instead of an expert? Let our little boy do the annoying and difficult work. “Do whatever you want to do.”

Ji Seung-ju opened his mouth.

What shameless talk!

“There are degrees of having a thick face. “Are you confidently saying that you won’t even help now and that you will only enjoy the results?”

“huh. “I’m not the one who’s in a hurry anyway right?”

“That kind of thing.”

“Besides even if you wanted to help the kid there’s a reason you can’t. “I really can’t help it.”

“What do you mean the reason is?”

“I do not listen to orders from those weaker than me.”

Ji Seung-ju’s expression was sour.

“It’s sick. “What kind of bitch is this?”

“It’s here. I’m thinking about staying here now. “But the floor is a bit cold to lie down on.”

Cheong chuckled and took the medicine.

Ji Seung-ju’s face turned red.

Then Cheong suddenly made a face.

“hey. Even though I’m ignorant I know how things work right? “What can I do with an idiot who doesn’t know anything about the law?”

“that.”

“You’ll use some strength instead right? But isn’t that everything? If we move separately it would be better not to touch it. “If we move together it’s not much different from if you do it alone right?”

Ji Seung-ju kept his mouth shut.

People keep their mouths shut about things they have nothing to say.

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Cheongdo also had thick-boned production workers.

This meant that I experienced saying goodbye to countless new people passing by.

In fact taking a newbie who doesn’t know anything doesn’t really help much.

But does that mean you have to keep it far away and work on it separately?

That day will be the day when the yield of the process is completely blown away.

Likewise if Cheong himself doesn’t know how to form a new recruit what’s the point of bringing him along?

I can only see it as a ploy to put it next to me and keep an eye on it because I’m afraid that the demon will break my head when I can’t see it.

Cheong is just ignorant. Not stupid.

In the first place she was a treacherous bitch who changed her face by clearly distinguishing between those who should be good and those who should not be.

I’m just not trying to act particularly smartly.

There were many cases where I acted according to my mood at the time and ended up doing stupid things.

Nevertheless she is a proud martial arts swordsman who somehow managed to survive through her conduct!

Although he is ignorant his insensitivity to not wanting to know anything unless it is absolutely necessary can certainly be said to be a bad thing as a human being…

“Would you please go and dismantle the formation for me? I’m going to rest here for a bit. “Oh my legs feel a little numb.”

Cheong said with a wicked smile.

Ji Seung-ju took a deep breath and eventually sighed.

“…great. Instead please do not lay a hand on the members of the Protestant church.”

“well. “What should I do?”

“There’s no need to hold a grudge against you right? “If you want to walk away unharmed after work.”

Then why not just kill them all before then?

That was when Cheong thought so.

“The depth of field also varies depending on the person. “There are many people who if touched clumsily wake up from a fantasy and are at their peak they cannot handle it.”

“madam. “That makes sense.”

Well if you look at this little boy right now doesn’t he seem to be moving around in his right mind?

There’s no guarantee that other Madou won’t be like this right?

Moreover if you break the demon’s head you have to break it completely to remove the evil root and if you fail a big problem could arise.

If you don’t wake up at least you can go back even if you miss the Heavenly Demon Soul.

In this case there is no reason to choose the former.

Cheong scratched his head.

Then as he straightened up his tangled hair out of habit Cheong obediently acknowledged.

“good. Why not just quietly look around? So how long will it take? “If you become an expert don’t you think you can figure out all the right angles?”

“well. If we are lucky we may be able to do it within a few days but if we are not lucky we may all end up starving to death here.”

“If you don’t want to tell me just say so. “Anyway that’s the way they speak with their brains.”

Cheong grunted and turned around.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to take a look. why.”

Actually I’m going to look for the Heavenly Demon Spirit.

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From the looks of it it doesn’t seem like it will be a task that will be completed in a short period of time.

“It can be dangerous if you get caught up in a fight.”

“What are you worried about?”

“Is that possible? “I gave you a clear warning so behave yourself.”

Ji Seung-ju said that and then turned around and walked away.

That thing is messed up.

Cheong shook his head and looked around Daejeon.

Excluding the door through which the child came in and the door through which the child went out there were seven remaining doors.

First of all I guess it’s the left hand rule.

It was a simple logical reasoning that you could break through any maze by putting your left hand on the wall and walking straight ahead.

Cheong headed to the door on the far left.

—-

It felt like half a day.

All Cheong knew was very little knowledge about other people’s fantasies.

Fantasy was ultimately divided into two categories.

Those with great desires seemed to enjoy seeing themselves achieve something in the future.

And there were also people who stayed in search of what they had lost from the past.

Even though it was only meant to be eaten didn’t Cheong also fall into the latter category?

In that sense peeking into other people’s fantasies wasn’t as fun as I thought.

It may seem cool to say that you see hope for the future but in the end it was just a childish delusion hidden inside.

What are the fantasies of people who see the past?

Because it was an office that had no interest in the story of a person they had never met.

Moreover the search was fruitless.

In fact if you’re looking for something you don’t even know what it looks like is there any chance you’ll get any results?

To put it bluntly if it looked like a rock wouldn’t there be no way to find it even if Cheong held it and wandered around for decades?

madam. Nothing is working.

Cheong grunted as he crossed a vast meadow with a waterfall flowing and horses grazing in groups.

Then at some point the deafening sound of rain rang out and when I came to my senses I found myself standing in the middle of a dark downpour.

For Cheong who had already broken his illusion it was just an illusion that passed through but it was still a harsh downpour that was enough to overwhelm him just by hearing and seeing it.

And there was a person sitting in the middle of it.

Holding someone in your arms.

As Cheong approached he saw a familiar face.

Choi Lyon was holding his daughter’s body in his arms and just staring at her face.

Just hitting the pouring rain with my body

Cheong watched it for a moment.

It was like looking at a photo that had completely stopped except for the rain.

All he could do was blink his eyelids occasionally covering the old man’s regretful eyes.

The time when Cheong came in ate and enjoyed plenty of sweets was not short at all and even after that it felt like he had been wandering around for half a day.

It was not difficult for Cheong to understand that Choi Lyon had been holding on to the cold body that was his daughter for such a long time.

Cheong frowned.

If you’ve been in a fantasy for a long time couldn’t you heal your mind and body by seeing a more hopeful scene?

Mr. A’s old man is Cheongseung.

“Hey grandpa.”

Then Choi Lyon looked up at Cheong from a distance.

“If you look at it as a bright fun and happy scene does it seem like it’s just a passing thing? “If you’re going to see your daughter’s face for the first time try to recall some good memories.”

Then the scenery changed.

In a magnificent flower garden a young child chased a butterfly and let out his characteristic bright laughter.

However it was clear that the reason he kept glancing this way was to see if my father had gone somewhere.

“okay. It looks much better. I don’t have much time left to live so I’ll choose a good one and pay for it. “Don’t be embarrassed and look pitiful.”

Choi Lyon looked at the scene as if fascinated.

Then suddenly I uttered one word.

“no.”

And then it was that scene again.

The rain fell the old man was beaten and his daughter died.

Cheong was irritated.

“What is it? What’s the problem?”

“The child committed suicide.”

“I know. “Because I heard it last time.”

“Isn’t everyone’s first priority is their own life? Even if it is a difficult and difficult life it is the same. However if I were to throw away my life it would only be painful to live and breathe.”

“So you’re saying Grandpa will suffer as well?”

Choi Lyon burst out laughing.

“It was my wish for my child to go to midfield. “I don’t know who blew the wind but I believed my happiness was in the midfield.”

“So?”

“At that time the old man was the great guardian of Protestantism. Then would it have been possible for Daehobeop to leave the Demonic Cult? As far as the old man knew the place called Jungwon was a hell where parents swapped children and ate them.”

Is there a father in the world who would not stop his daughter from going to hell?

Choi Bang-chae was even the daughter of Dae Ho-beop a leader among the Protestants who were hated by everyone in the central region.

“He was a good kid. “I was the one who suffered the most because I couldn’t say a harsh word to others.”

The child changed day by day.

I watched Cheong grow into a changing world.

My daughter who used to sympathize with the pain by shedding tears every time she saw someone getting hit now just poured out harsh words to everyone with eyes filled with venom.

But that nature has not gone anywhere.

Because all those vicious acts were scratching my heart.

That’s how Choi Bang-chae eventually committed suicide.

“It was only after my daughter died that I gave up my position and volunteered to work outside the party. I was planning to see with my own eyes what the stupid bitch had envisioned for Joongwon. The ugly bitch didn’t even know I was enjoying luxury. She didn’t even know how happy I was because I was born as someone’s daughter. “I want to laugh at you like that.”

I only found out after I went to the midfield like that.

The child was right.

I should have let my daughter go.

At least the place suitable for a child was not this pot of solitude Shin City where people eat each other and grow poisonous.

If it weren’t for Shinsi I might have been happy anywhere.

Choi Lyon looked at his dead daughter’s face again.

Only then did Cheong understand this scene.

Choi Lyon was an old man who had already died a long time ago.

The reason I’m holding my breath is just because it’s painful.

It was a punishment given to me by my father who believed that I had killed my daughter.

So the hope was like this.

It may be a wish that is stuffed into the most painful and painful time of life.

I just want to constantly have my heart broken.

Can we call this kind of life alive?

Cheong messed up his hair.

There was no point in tying my hair back right away because it was actually something I did because I didn’t feel comfortable.

“I just hate the real Shinpa.”

But is this the old man’s fault?

Is it such a big mistake that I will suffer like this for the rest of my life?

It’s not that I can’t understand that feeling.

Cheong saw the evil deeds of the Jajeonma Army.

And then I saw those gazes focused on my daughter.

Whether it goes well or not I’ll just sell it to the old man.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to leave it in that ugly state.

Because the bag strap is short I cannot provide psychological counseling.

But physical therapy is also my specialty right?

Cheong raised his hand holding the lucky charm.