Thump thump thump Someone has been knocking on the front door angrily since morning.

However, once the sound travels from the main gate, across the large garden of the villa, and past the paper gate, it is not a very loud noise to the average person.

But Cheong’s body is not ordinary.

Nevertheless, the reason why Cheong did not wake up right away could be said to be a kind of unconscious indifference.

Even if you have superhuman hearing, you wouldn’t be able to sleep for a single moment because you would wake up to every sound you hear during the night.

However, the situation is a little different when you add the sound of shaking the gate and a voice desperately calling out, “Seonyeo, Civil Engineering Fairy.”

By nature, people react more sensitively to sounds that call them even while they are sleeping.

Cheong opens his eyes in Gyeon Po-hee’s arms.

As the bluish twilight of dawn shines outside the paper gate, I immediately feel irritated.

What kind of bastard wakes people up by banging on their front door early in the morning?

However, the softness that touches my fingertips makes me feel a little angry.

In the end, it was because yesterday, without washing, I fell asleep by massaging my breasts like kneading dough, and my hands were already burrowed under my sister-in-law’s jeogori.

hmm. I don’t know why my heart never gets tired of it.

For now, Cheong is lying on the bed, barely awake, but he is very happy.

While I was throwing it away, I brushed off some of the soft belly skin and squeezed the skin on the sides, enjoying the soft skin-

Thump thump thump. Fairy! please!

But still the pounding sound.

Cheong wakes up and makes a noise.

“Huh, sister-in-law? Wake up already… … ?”

“ah. Are you awake? “Sleep more, why?”

“No, no, no, who’s calling outside?”

“I think so. lay down. “I’m going to go out.”

“No, let’s go together.”

Because I lay down straight away, my clothes are the same as yesterday.

Your hair may be a mess, but hats were originally invented for times like this. (no)

When I opened the front door, covered in cotton and yawning, I saw that quite a few people had already gathered around, even though it was dark and gloomy at dawn.

Just those facial expressions.

Cheong feels his sleep slipping away.

“Fairy, the curse, the curse is back!”

“You said you defeated the curse!”

“We, the nobleman and the fairy, have to pay a funeral, but I am afraid that a curse may be placed on us, so please drive away the uncleanness, okay?”

Everyone opens their mouths at the same time for their own reasons, some are surprised, some express resentment, while others cry out and cling to their pleas.

Cheong’s expression turns cold.

—-

While the police are surrounded by a human wall to block the whispering onlookers, Cheong quietly sneaks inside.

A shaman who is said to be helpful even to the police is a difficult and fearful being.

Even if the blue gets inside, no one stops it and just watches, and it is very natural for it to seep in as if it were a pogwae.

Bodies covered with blankets were lined up in a row.

The damage to the body was so severe that they couldn’t bear to show it.

Seven bodies, and just now another stretcher arrived through the crowd of onlookers, eight bodies.

As the stretcher was shaking, the body’s arms fell out and rolled on the floor.

The scar on the back of my hand somehow looks familiar.

Cheong carefully removes the blanket covering the body and checks the face.

Mr. Jang Carpenter Lee. I don’t know their names, but I know their faces and joke around and laugh together.

Of course, once you become a jang carpenter, you become wealthy through all kinds of sacrifices.

Omitting one herbivorous material, inflating the cost of two herbivores, writing transparent workers with only the names of three herbivores, etc… … .

So, Mr. Jang Carpenter Lee was a person who passed the evil karma by a narrow margin and was in the category of evil people.

However, if the central government calls this kind of rip-off, anyone who does not say it is a basic virtue of a merchant is treated as an idiot.

Besides, he only cheats on his customers, and as a carpenter, he is respected for taking good care of his workers by sharing the stolen money well and using his generosity throughout?

Mr. Lee also passed the 100 mark, so is this a natural death?

But, I’m angry. A lot of that too.

Cheong grinds his teeth.

What kind of bastards. Salwolmun, Salwolmun, have those bastards decided not to pay attention anymore?

I should have removed the poison a long time ago.

I was just wandering around like this for no reason.

I should have killed them all a long time ago.

A fire burns in Cheong’s eyes.

It is a flame burning with a color that was not present in the midfield.

At that moment, a scene suddenly comes to mind.

The light from the lantern spreads hazily and the world shakes, literally the vision of a drunkard.

Strangers suddenly put their arms around their shoulders, pretending to support them. Before anyone could say who it was, a sharp blade pointed at the side forced silence.

Perhaps because I came to my senses, my vision suddenly became clearer. A deserted back alley dragged along.

Stabbing, cutting and slashing. A voice laughing in a world that is slowly fading away.

Let’s finish this quickly and go have a drink.

And blackout.

Cheong is staggering.

“Sister-in-law? are you okay?”

Gyeon Po-hee rushes in and immediately grabs his arm.

Before I knew it, the beads of sweat that had gathered on the tip of Cheong’s chin were dripping down.

What is this again?

After working as a shaman for a while, did you actually change your job to a shaman? Possession? Super power? Past tense?

Besides, who is showing this?

Is it my ability? Is this you?

Or is it you again in the status window?

Why do you have to show it to me?

no. No.

Why are you showing it? Isn’t it obvious?

Cheong’s mouth droops.

I don’t know what kind of trick it is, but come on.

Okay, I like it this time, so I might be willing to go along with it.

Cheong’s head turns quickly.

Still, there are stories I’ve seen where the original culprit always shows up at the scene.

Whether it was to show off, or to check the situation while trembling to see if something had gone wrong.

Then I saw an unfamiliar but familiar face.

In a natural manner, Cheong wraps his arms around Gyeon Po-hee and walks away as if he is going home.

Then, at some point, Cheong grabs the man by the collar and throws him into the sky with all his might.

“Wow!”

The man screams and crash lands in the middle of the police, at the bedside of the corpse.

At the same time, the sound of punching the air.

The hammerhead hits the man’s ankle and slams!

The bricks that formed the road beneath the author explode and fly into the air.

The sudden commotion made the onlookers scream.

Be that as it may, Cheong grabbed the man who has now become a foot god by the collar and raised his straight hand high, mate!

“Ahhhh! “Evil, evil, evil!”

The man’s screams, which had been screaming in pain and fear as the area below his ankles disappeared, suddenly cut off.

match! match! match! match!

As the author holds his breath, the sound of Cheong’s right hand hitting the man’s right cheek repeatedly continues to echo loudly.

There’s already blood in my ears and my ears are bursting. There were bloody tears around the eyes, and Cheong’s incredible strength was barely enough to protect them, so he kept putting them on his cheeks.

Before we knew it, Gyeon Po-hee was holding the man’s arms tightly and holding them forward.

The man tries to use the dragon, but Gyeon Po-hee is now a full-fledged expert on the verge of enlightenment, and even a great protector who has learned the great vision of Shingyo.

This is not an opponent that a mere warrior can shake off.

“Stop, evil, please, evil, stop. evil.”

But the hand that slaps the cheek doesn’t stop.

Only when half of the man’s face starts to swell up, does Cheong quickly pull the man away.

Gyeon Po-hee, who is quick to notice only Cheong, immediately unleashes his power, and the man’s body falls out and collapses like a scarecrow.

The man sits on top of Mr. Jang Carpenter Lee’s body.

And a cold voice follows it.

“Why did you kill him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You ask why I killed him?”

Cheong grabs the man’s hair, pulls down the corpse, and holds it close to Mr. Jang Carpenter Lee’s face.

The man is shocked and shakes his head.

“Hey.”

“why? Is there any need to be surprised when you kill him? “You giggle with excitement when you kill someone, but are you afraid of the dead body?”

Onlookers swallow or exhale in silence.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not right yet. Sister-in-law?”

“huh!”

Gyeon Po-hee grabs the man again with a bright answer.

Cheong raises his hand again.

“for a moment! Wait! “Let me tell you!”

“late. “For now, ten.”

“Sleep!”

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

There is a sound of flesh being struck with a regular beat.

The reason why water is gradually mixing in is because the flesh of the cheek tag is bursting and blood is flowing out.

Cheong, who has finally filled ten, asks again.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Orders, orders, evil!”

“The voice is small. again.”

“I received your order!”

“To whom?”

“Brother Badger, evil!”

Wow! The man’s head turns.

To the unfair look in his eyes as if asking “Why?”, Cheong simply answers in a voice without a voice.

“If you say that, do you think I know who it is? Do you want to say something that only you know?”

“Tortoiseshell, tortoiseshell master, evil!”

“What is the turtleneck? “Are you not speaking properly?”

“Brother Osori, the leader of the Gwangju Defense Combat Unit, Gwigapdae, ordered it!”

Hearing noises spread again from the onlookers.

Either way, go again!

“Does trash even sound like a big brother?”

“no! “The badger ordered it!”

“why?”

“that.”

Cheong’s hand rises to the sky again.

The man shouts urgently.

“They also said that if the workers die, construction will stop at Jinjiajang!”

“Who did you kill with? “I killed someone.”

The man immediately follows Cheong’s words and says their names.

In fact, how would Cheong know who it is just by listening?

But there are probably quite a few people here who are curious about that.

“Mother-in-law, break your arm and let it go.”

“huh!”

Gyeon Po-hee folds both of the man’s upper arms outward as easily as if he were breaking a millet.

Since he was already a man without a foot, even after Gyeon Po-hee let go of his hand, he collapsed on the floor and was unable to crawl.

“Let’s go now. no. “My sister-in-law is dangerous, so would you like to wait at the shrine, or rather, at Jinga?”

“no. Are you going to go fight? “I’m going with my sister-in-law, too.”

Gyeon Po-hee clearly states his intention.

Cheong opens his lips and concludes that no matter what he says, he won’t listen.

“If it’s dangerous, run away. “If I get confused, I’m in more danger.”

“huh. huh.”

Although her face is covered with cotton, she is probably smiling broadly.

As if Cheong had finished his business, he naturally walked away silently on the author’s side.

Onlookers step back to clear a path in case they reach, and Cheong stretches out among them at his characteristic fast pace.

“Off… … ”

The man still touches the floor.

After one ankle was crushed and looked like a dumpling dough, and both arms were broken, it was not easy to move even with a reasonable amount of mental strength.

And those below the knees gather around it, blocking the slowly brightening morning sunlight and casting a shadow.

These are the victims that the man himself cried out for, their families, friends, and neighbors.

“Save me… … ”

The man’s speech is slurred.

Each of them held the bricks in their hands, the bricks that had been turned over into broken roads by Cheong’s hammering, so tightly that their tendons stood out.

“Pozole, pozole bastard!” Save people! Here.”

But there is no answer back.

If the police hadn’t stopped them in the first place, wouldn’t they have come in and been standing here?

And then, the obvious story.

Things called revenge.

—-

Surprisingly, the front of Gwangju Seonbang is clean.

Cheong tilts his head.

I thought there must be a bug that saw that trash being kicked and ran to its lair in a huff.

Or are you looking down on me too much?

Cheong approaches the main gate of Gwangju Seonbang, dragging his hammer.

The guards at the main gate guarding the gate to the left and right hold their weapons and take a deep breath.

“Stop!”

There are two people who have taken a breath, but there is only one voice.

This is not because the two are combined and sound like one voice.

The head of the hammer draws a large trajectory and hits the forearm.

The elbow hit the owner’s torso and broke all his ribs.

A sharply broken rib pierced my lung and created a hole.

Because then people can’t make sounds.