Black City (2)

 

After getting the necessary information from Pyo Guoju and the Golden King, Mujin summoned the bandits of Black Ungchae.

"Come on... Everybody should get a share now."

"A share? What do you mean by that?"

Mujin's sudden words make the bandits look puzzled.

"A lot of people have died, and the work has been so great that it looks like there will be a hunt soon, so let's share what we've captured so far."

"Oh..."

Let's take a moment to let out a faint exclamation. The bandits' eyes were filled with a deep aura of greed.

Mujin knew it clearly, but he didn't care.

Items captured from the North Wind Bureau· And when the bandits were scuffling over the gold and silver treasures they had been saving for a long time.

"Are you just going to let me go?"

Mu Qing asked Mu Jin with a puzzled face.

Apart from forgiving the bandits, I also gave them a bunch of gifts...

"Oh... Are you giving me the money to stop bandit and settle down?"

When Mu Qing told him his reasoning, Mu Gong and Qingshu Dojo Mu Yul looked at him with admiration.

"You're a Buddhist, too..."

"Hahaha· As expected, it's Kang Hyuk Do."

"Wow! It's smart!"

Mujin looked at the reaction of the three of them and wondered what kind of nonsense they were talking about.

"Canine line? They?"

If the openness stopped begging, I would quit, but there was no reason for that to happen.

“··· Then why are you giving me a present?"

"That's not a gift. . . Bait-ji·"

"Bait?"

"I've robbed the Divine Heavens, but there's no way they're going to let it go..."

"Oh! To make them go after them and not us?"

"Yes... After all, most of the things over there aren't for money, they're things, so if you want to turn them into money, you're going to have to go and sell them in the Black City or wherever you can. In the process, they'll all leave their tails behind, so they'll have a lot of traces to chase after them."

It would have been a good idea to kill all those bandits and leave, but that would have a good chance of being caught by the tail.

Even if you move by erasing the trace in your own way, if the trace only goes to one side, you will inevitably be caught someday.

But what if countless traces were scattered in all directions?

Even if they were gods, it would take a long time to find them.

"I've robbed Yonglin Temple, so I'll have to take out insurance."

In particular, there was a danger that the gnome would chase after the king's goods.

In reality, for the current Mu Jin group, the Seven King-level masters were no different from the envoys.

"So take care of yourself."

Mujin smiled at the bandits who were fighting for as much treasure as they could.

They will not know. That the treasure they were carrying with their wicked teeth would become a talisman that would bring in the reaper.

* * *

After dealing with all the bandits and the bandits of the Golden King, and the fake agents of the Pyo Kingdom, the bandits greeted Mu Jin and the others cheerfully, and each of them took an armful of money and scattered in all directions.

After seeing them leave, Mujin and his group left Lao Mountain in light clothes.

Two days to use light air to travel on mountain roads.

Mujin and his group were able to reach Guilin, which was their destination.

A place in Guangxi Province that boasts blessed natural scenery.

Mujin, who had already figured out the exact location of the Black Poem through the Golden King's Mansion, was able to grab a guest cup located quite close to it.

"Let's take a day off and take a look at the scenery of Guilin..."

Anyway, there was about a day to go until the day of the black hour, so the Mujin group unpacked their luggage in the inn and went sightseeing.

One of Guilin's most famous places, the Li River·

'Ugh· I never thought I'd be able to visit a place I've only seen on TV with you."

Along the wide and long Li River, on the left and right, there were dark green bushes and strange rock formations that could be called soaring stone mountains, creating a strange scenery.

And along the Li River floated wooden boats of a peculiar shape, one or two people could only fit on them.

It is not the type of sailing ship that most people think of, but a ship made of five or six long pieces of wood about the thickness of a person's forearm.

In each boat, a fisherman was fishing with a bird or two.

"Let's build that and ride it!"

It seemed like something funny, so Mu Yul jumped up and down and ran towards the bushes around him.

In the end, Mujin and his group followed Mu Yul, cutting a few trees from the bushes and weaving them together to make a disposable wooden boat.

In modern times, it would have been a one-day job with a variety of tools, but thanks to the use of martial arts, it was not too difficult to break wood.

As Mu Jin and his group headed toward the river, each carrying their own boat lightly, an old man Wen spoke to them.

"Hehehe... Are you going to fish with that boat now?"

"Yes· Senior·"

"Hmmm· Why don't you pay the people here to join us?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

At Mujin's question, the old man took a fish out of a basket made of woven tree trunks, fed it to the bird on his shoulder, and opened his mouth.

"It's hard to fish here without him. They're the ones who locate the fish and show them the water."

"Is that a bird?"

"That's right. It's a cormorant..."

"Oh, so you said to pay those fishermen to join them?"

"Hehehe... These guys are quite picky, so they only listen to their owners, who have been feeding and taming them since they were babies."

"Is that so?"

Mu Jin tilted his head at the old man's words. That's right...

"Oh really!? If you go over there, there are fish!? Thank you!"

The hard-to-tame cormorant and the martial arts seemed to have become friends before they knew it.

It wasn't a cormorant that had already been tamed by man, but a lone one who roamed lonely.

The old man turned his head following Mu Jin's gaze, and his jaw dropped.

"What the hell is this?"

The common sense he had cultivated over the years he had lived here for more than sixty years had been shattered, and saliva was dripping from the old man's mouth.

‘··· You're not going to fall down like that, are you?'

It was a bad sight for the old man's heart.

"No matter how you think about it, I think he made a mistake in changing jobs."

He should have turned into a druid instead of a monk.

To the surprise of the others, Muyul, who had made friends with the cormorant he had met for the first time today, watched the cormorants move a few times as they roamed the river.

"Hit!"

Mimicking the movements of a cormorant, he jumped into the water, grabbed a large fish with his hand, and leapt out of the water.

It was an application of the movement of the school and imitation of the movement of a cormorant.

"After all..."

If I sent him to a place like Savana or the Amazon for ten years, I wouldn't be able to make a hundred Shaolin books instead of five Shaolin books.

'Oh, I don't know. I can only make moves, but I can't make internal attacks."

It looked like he was just going to change jobs to Tarzan.

* * *

After touring the Li River with the human cormorants, Mujin and his group returned to the inn and enjoyed Guilin's famous food.

The next day, they spent the day sightseeing in Guilin, and in the evening, they returned to the inn to finish their meal.

"Let's go, shall we?"

When night fell, I put on the bandit clothes I had brought with me and snuck out of the inn.

Guilin's Black City didn't take place in the middle of the village. It is only held at night at regular intervals in the outskirts of the town where Mujin and his group took a guest house.

"Oh..."

When I arrived at the place I found out about through the Golden King Fan Owner, I found that there were people gathered in the area that was quiet during the day, and I didn't know when I had arrived.

Some people used masks or veils to hide their identities, while others proudly showed their faces even when they came to these places.

Wooden and cloth tents and stalls were strewn about, and lanterns were lit up, creating a scene that resembled a night market.

"Didn't you have a place like this in the daytime?"

"Did they come here and make it all up?"

Mujin and his companions looked at the vendors at the stalls and asked, and Mujin shook his head.

"No... There is a place to manage it separately. It's called the Dark Heaven Society..."

"Dark Tenkai!?"

"That Dark Heaven of the Seven Lords?"

"Loud voices, these people..."

"Suck it!"

It was an open secret anyway, but it wasn't good to be noticed, so Mujin cautioned him.

Black Poetry and Black Markets tend to be held all over the Central Plains, but the Black Cities held in the entire Safa sphere of influence were mostly markets controlled by the Dark Heaven Society.

However, since they live in the mountains and don't know anything about the world, they forgot that this is the market of the Dark Heaven Society, and before I knew it, I was immersed in the night market.

"Let's try that too..."

"Oh· It's the first time I've seen it, right?"

They have completely lost their aversion to eating meat, and their eyes light up as they look at the food on the stalls.

"You don't seem to be selling anything, do you?"

Various weapons and clothes, gold and silver treasures, etc. Showed interest in a variety of things.

Some of the stalls and those on the street laughed at the sight of them snooping around, dressed in shabby clothes, but they didn't care.

"Where did they get all that stuff?"

Mujin replied to the innocent group's questions with a fishy smile.

"Where are you? It's all stolen goods. Stolen or killed by someone· I got it illegally, so I can't sell it unless it's on the black market."

“····”

As they were in the middle of their night market, it dawned on their skin that this was not a night market, but a black market.

Mujin told them a few things for them.

"The grass over there is probably poison or drugs..."

"That black powder that you sneak out there... That's probably the kind of gunpowder that only the Imperial Court is allowed to use. If you secretly keep it or use it, you'll be arrested for treason..."

Mujin gives a few explanations, and the excitement on the faces of the group becomes tense.

But he wasn't here just to tell the group about the horrors of the black market.

Mujin's main purpose is to disrupt the plans and growth of the dark side of Shincheon.

And here in Guilin, Black City was also associated with Xincheon.

To be precise, the head of the branch in charge of Guilin Black City here was a servant of Xintian.

Although the leader of the Sect, the Heavenly Sword Emperor Hyuk Jingang, was a person associated with the Divine Heaven, not all of the Sectarian factions were like that.

In the first place, the Sado League itself was just a "temporary" alliance system created to oppose political factions.

In the meantime, Hyuk Jingang wanted to control the entire Sect faction, and the person who made the Amchenkai give his absolute support to Hyukjingang was the head of the Guilin branch of the Amcheon Society.

In just a few years, the head of the Guilin branch of the Amcheon Society succeeded in cultivating the Guilin Black City into the second largest of the hundreds of Black Shi under the control of the Cancer Society, earning him the position of Vice President.

He used the influence he had created through this to ensure that the Dark Heaven Society absolutely supported the Hyukjin River.

In order to find out how the Guilin branch chief had made this place so strong, Mu Jin and his group went to the depths of the Black City.

Soon, the ugliest scene of the bottom was revealed before their eyes.

"Ahh Please save me..."

"Clklkl· Crazy, do I have the jaws to kill your? How many pennies do I have to make after selling for four years?"

A middle-aged man dragging a woman with shackles on her limbs.

"Mamaaaa

"Hiic..."

Children who don't know anything and just look for their parents.

“····”

Someone with eyes who seems to have accepted everything and has lost the will to live.

"A piece of gold... I can't go any further than that..."

And those who buy and sell them.

Slave Market·

The hellish scene of humans buying and selling humans unfolded before their eyes.

Guilin Black City·

It was a den of evil that would within a few years become the largest slave market in the entire Middle Plains.