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"Let's go..."

Mu Jin, who heard all the circumstances from Gu Yang, stood up.

But for some reason, Mu Jin was about to leave the cave and was caught by Gu Yang.

"You don't have to... Why don't you hide and hold on while my internal wounds heal?"

"Even if you don't get caught here in the meantime, many of your minions who have been scattered and hidden will be found and killed."

Gu Yang Fei also knew that. Nevertheless, there was another reason for drying Mujin.

“··· If you move like that, the Shaolin side will suffer a lot of damage, so why are you helping me so much?"

It was the same question that the Red Tiger Lord felt.

The difference was that the Red Tiger Danju was willing to sell his soul if he could save Mu Jin's intentions.

Gu Yang was the leader of the apostates, so he thought it was dangerous to be in debt to Mu Jin and Shaolin.

At his question, Mu Jin just let out a smug and light laugh.

Why are you helping Gu Yang so hard?

If it was Dowolcheon who Mujin was helping, it might be because he was the "protagonist".

But in the case of Gu Yang, it wasn't at all.

Mu Jin also read the first part of the novel, but it wasn't as good as the second part.

Mujin preferred the hard-working protagonist to the talented one.

Even when I saw him face to face, I couldn't even love him more because of his filthy handsome face.

Still, the reason for this was simple.

"I think I'm mistaken about something, but I'm not helping you. You're trying to get rid of Shincheon. As the current leader of the Demon Cult is the front of the Divine Heaven, it is easy for you to eradicate the Divine Heaven worms rooted in the Demon Cult as long as you are alive."

“··· It's only a temporary alliance until we get rid of the Guardian Monks..."

Mu Jin nodded at Gu Yang's words and added.

"That's why we're trying to move even more separately. If we move together, rumors will spread throughout the Demon Cult that you have joined hands with us. If you do that, you will never be able to return to the Demon Cult if you do so."

At Mu Jin's words, Gu Yangfei cleared his throat, "Loud ...

In fact, this was the biggest reason why Gu Yang was reluctant to help Mu Jin.

An apostate aided by a political faction.

If he were labeled like that, he wouldn't be able to return to the Demon Cult and ascend to the position of Heavenly Horse under any pretext.

"Just by coming here, such rumors must already be spreading..."

"Wouldn't it be better to cover my ears and steal the bells blindfolded? At least you can argue that it's not."

Well, I'd already gotten tangled up for a while in the process of getting a clue and Red Tiger Danju, but I thought that if I went their separate ways from now on, I might be able to argue with them.

"That's why our Shaolin and shamans just heard rumors that the Demon Cultists had moved and came to kill them... We're going to say that, too, so let's heal the internal injuries first and then move on."

When Mu Jin finished speaking, he was about to leave again, when Gu Yangfei said with a cool expression.

"Ahem· But you are not used to others, so why do you want to join the group again?"

In response to his question, Mujin pointed somewhere.

There, Mu Yule, who was snoring and sleeping at the boring story of Mu Jin and Gu Yang, was lying there.

"He's a great baboon again. No, it's a monkey's nose..."

* * *

Mu Yul, who had been snoring and dozing, woke up Lingling, and Mu Jin relied on their sense of smell to walk through the forest in the south of the country.

"Can I go to anyone?"

"Wherever you smell like Shaolin people..."

"Understood!"

Looking at Mu Yul and Lingling, who were eagerly snorting to find their way, Mu Jin laughed.

He was always trustworthy and ridiculous.

Regardless of Mu Yul's appearance, the two of them moved to find those who had left to serve as bait.

He needed to rejoin for the time being, even if it was just to shake up the demon cult on behalf of the Gu Yang clan and the apostates.

"I think it smells the hardest here!"

How long did it take to move under the guidance of Mu Yul?

"Mujin-ah· You look like you're fighting?"

Mu Yul said with a desperate look on his face, and ran southwest.

Mu Jin also chased after Mu Yul and Lingling for a while.

Visor!

The jarring of metal penetrated Mujin's ears. And it wasn't long before I started hearing someone's voice and moaning.

"I'll go first! Chase me!"

Now that Mu Jin's senses were still popular, Mu Jin rushed ahead of Mu Yul.

Take a moment to run away from the dense bushes of the south bay to avoid the noise. It wasn't long before Mujin caught sight of them fighting through the bushes.

"Monk of the Outer Temple!"

There, the owner of the party, Hyun Hyun, and the Red Tiger Danju·

And a little less than ten disciples of Shaolin and shamans were battling the black-robed men.

Whether it was a good thing or a misfortune, the number of demons surrounding them was not very large.

But he didn't know how many of those in the battle had been wounded.

"Mujin!"

Likewise, when Hyunhyun found Mujin and hurriedly called his name.

Mujin had already reached the point where the Demon Cult had formed a siege camp.

Whoops!

The demon's side touched Mujin's fist, and an eerie sound rang out from the human body.

When the Demon Cult, whose entire internal organs had been ripped out along with his ribs, collapsed coughing up blood.

Right next to Mujin, who had already reclaimed the right hand he had already wielded, he dug into the sword-wielding demon cult.

"Don't bully the elderly!"

At the same time, Mu Yul and Lingling also joined the war and began to swing their limbs.

"Ugh!"

"Uki!"

Contrary to the atmosphere of the battlefield, which was quite serious, when the two of them began to fight, it seemed as if they were mocking each other.

When the demon swings his axe, he bends his knees and waist to dodge it.

Puck!

He straightened his bent back and knees, and used the momentum to slam his forehead into the abdomen of the man who had wielded the axe.

"Hehehe!"

When the technology he created worked, Mu Yul laughed happily.

It was an imitation of the Mankr's attack on Mujin in the past in the South Bay.

The movement of a giant serpent that crouches and spreads like a spring.

“우끼 우끼 우끼끼!!”

Lingling, who was perched on top of Mu Yul's neck, screamed like a beast archer, flailing his arms frantically and unleashing a barrage of blows.

It was to imitate the combination of the Beast Archer and the Mankr, but he didn't know why Mu Yul was imitating the animal Mankr and the monkey Lingling was imitating the Beast Archer.

Anyway, thanks to the joining of Mu Jin, Mu Yul, and Ling Ling, they were able to clear out the demons without difficulty.

"Monk of the Outer Temple· What happened?"

The number of decoyers who served as decoys numbered seventy in the Red Tiger Corps, so why were there only a dozen left?

Mujin asked with an anxious face, but instead of answering the question, Ambassador Hyun brought up something else.

"Let's get out of here first. There is a risk that you will be tracked again soon. There are a lot of injured people right now, so it would be dangerous if the chase continued."

At Ambassador Hyun's words, Mu Jin and Mu Yu Lingling, who were in the best condition, began to help the wounded.

It sounded a little awkward. Except for Mujin and Muyul, they were all wounded.

There were no immediate life-threatening injuries, but four were seriously injured, and the rest were bleeding all over their bodies.

Mu Jin lifted the two seriously injured on his back, and Mu Yul and Lingling each picked up one of them.

It was quite strange to see a tiny Lingling, only half as tall as Mu Yul, carrying a man on his back.

His legs were dragging on.

But he needed to borrow a cat's hand right away, so he wasn't in a position to refuse the monkey's help.

Just as he seemed ready to move, Hyunhyun looked at the Red Tiger Danju.

Then the Red Tiger Lord took the lead and began to lead the way.

After a while of starting to move· Having managed to get out of the battle, Mujin asked again.

"Monk of the Outer Temple· Why are there only ten left?"

"I divided them into groups of ten or so to disperse their pursuit."

Mujin, who had been worried that they were all dead, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But that's only for a moment.

As much as he saw them surrounded, Mujin began to worry that they were all being crushed.

"It is said that there are many hiding places that the apostates have found or made in case of emergency. Don't worry, they've probably chosen another hiding place."

"But could they also have been captured by their pursuers?"

"We were the last to leave on purpose to buy time for others to hide. In order to pursue us, we also deliberately left traces of them. As long as we are caught, others are likely to be safe."

"Oh..."

Mujin involuntarily let out an exclamation.

"You're trying to use yourself as a scapegoat in your desperation."

As the one responsible for the atrocities, it was tantamount to saying that he had made himself a scapegoat.

* * *

Thanks to the breach of the encirclement once, they were able to reach their hideout without encountering any followers.

As it was a place prepared just in case, it was at least prepared as the place where the old sheep were hiding.

Immediately after completing the first aid using the medicines and water that were there, as well as the golden spear medicine that each of them carried for emergencies.

Mujin stood up·

"Then we'll move to find the others. I think you should take a break from taking care of your injuries."

At Mujin's words, Hyunhyun shook his head.

"The sun has already begun to rise. It's dangerous to stay up all night. Mujin-ah·"

"That's about it. Monk of the Outer Temple·"

"You may be fine, but don't those you have visited need rest? And it's not easy to sneak around during such a bright time, so why not take a break and move in the evening?"

“··· I understand..."

Mujin was anxious because he was worried about the lives of the others who had been scattered, but in the end, he accepted Hyunhyun's cold judgment.

Come to think of it, it was a story that Mujin often heard when he was in the army. Resting well is also part of combat.

Eventually, Mujin rested during the day with the wounded and got back up just as the sun began to set.

Then, with Mu Yul, I chased the unique smell of Shaolin again for a while.

"Mujin-ah· You smell blood, don't you?"

"The smell of blood?"

Mu Jin thought for a moment.

'Was there any fighting going on nearby?'

If there was a battle during this time, the Demon Cult and his companions· Or maybe it was a battle between demons and apostates.

"Where are you?"

Just in case, Mujin decided to move in that direction first.

Relying on his senses of smell, he moved cautiously through the bushes for a moment.

Soon they were able to reach a cave hidden among the bushes.

And when he got near the cave, he could smell the blood now.

No, it wasn't as much as I could smell, but it smelled very strong blood.

But unlike the thick smell of blood, there was no sign of popularity in the cave.

Mu Jin opened the shadow hole and ghost beam just in case, and cautiously entered the cave.

“··· Crazy·"

And what Mu Jin saw was the image of dead corpses, their bodies covered in blood and internal organs.

'Really?'

Mujin was momentarily uneasy, but fortunately or unfortunately, the clothes worn by the brutally slaughtered corpses were all similar to those worn by the Red Tiger men.

Apparently it was one of the groups of apostates who had scattered with the Gu Yang Party.

And this cave seemed to have been their hiding place.

He said that he didn't care about human life, but he still breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't from Shaolin, and he saw something strange in his eyes.

"Mummy?"

It was commonly called the throat ear in martial arts and was placed among the corpses that had died in a horrible way.

Of course, if you bleed excessively, you might be able to look a lot like that.

But·

"I don't have any wounds."

There were no wounds on his neck, and there was no sign of blood.

And most of all·

"Mujin-ah· Doesn't that corpse look like a child?"

No matter how much blood had been drained and shrivelled, the saint's corpse could not be so small.