The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 222

“What is this?”

“It’s an intelligence bought from Jinhuiru.”

“…….”

Late at night, a wall made of wood divides the boundary of a back alley in the West Bank.

A thick, rolled wad of paper slipped through the hole where the knot had come off.

Hao Mun’s lower servant, Yang Chun, was dumbfounded.

No matter how much Xi’an’s best tower, Jinhuiru, had never received this amount of information in a day.

“Two pieces of silver went in.”

“Two, two cats?”

The price is even more disconcerting.

When it comes to intelligence from prostitutes, fortune tellers, receptionists, musicians, and other chores, most of them are insignificant, so hawkers buy them for one or two pieces of iron.

It is his job to synthesize all of this and extract only the necessary parts and process them into information. Only then will it have value as proper information.

But a hermit is two cats.

Isn’t that much different from the price of high-end information?

What the hell is the information that makes it so expensive?

Yangchun, who had received the wad of paper, handed two pieces of silver plus a bundle of iron coins to the falconer, who hurriedly urged him without even having time to summon the boy who had left the house.

hawkers and servants. they don’t know each other

You don’t even have to know. It’s just a relationship where we buy and sell information like this from time to time.

that’s for the best This is because if the falconers are caught and their tails are exposed, it will be difficult.

Also, it was the same that the disciples did not know about the superior line. This is because they cannot find the top line that is active while hiding their body with their ability.

An upper body completely concealed by a lower body. That was the secret of Haomen’s secret existence for a long time.

“Well, what the hell is that about?”

After the falconer’s presence disappeared, Yangchun, who moved to a safe place, confirmed that no one was around and rummaged through the paper.

Everything was about one person.

A soldier of the terms and conditions who came to Jinhoeru.

What he looked like, what he wore, how he spoke, what he ate, when he went to the back room, who served him, how many times he took a breath… … .

It seems that every single person has bought everything, even the trivial content.

Then, a phrase caught my attention.

“… … Is it beaten enough to make the gold eyes bleed?”

If it is Geum An-pyo, Yang Chun knows it well.

An unmanned soldier of Tangi belonging to Juru who does not match his own skills. He was quite famous in the West Anbu along with Hwang Gak-soo, who disappeared after the shaman’s swordsman hit the battlefield in Dongrim.

But he was beaten to that extent?

Yangchun’s hand quickly fumbled through the paper.

“Is this crazy? Ten unmanned people in two breaths? Is it possible?”

Even if it’s a Juru escort, that’s the case.

I wondered if the political affairs chilseong had appeared.

Then, the only thing left is the shaman sword, which has been reputable lately, isn’t it? Or is there another young divinity?

The young soldier who had a conflict with Jinhuiru’s escort said that he only resigned after Jinhuiruju and Lee Hyangran apologized.

In return for the apology, he ate the most expensive mountain and sea food in Jinhoeru, and two bottles of golden rice wine, which was said to be precious.

He is a very extravagant bastard.

It was to the point of doubting whether he had deliberately caused a commotion to eat it.

“……!”

Then, a piece of paper caught in his hand.

I just can’t get over it.

“That, black energy?”

Whenever he moved, a black aura that swirled around his body like a whirlwind.

Young in the fist, young in the feet.

“What is this… … .”

Rather than his inaction, which is completely unbelievable, the part depicting his energy strangely hits my nerves.

“Black energy, black energy… … .”

Yangchun, who kept repeating the word black energy on his lips due to something that he seemed to know, suddenly remembered a person.

“……!”

But soon Yangchun shook his head.

“Ah, can you? When did you die… … . It can’t be.”

And don’t you say it’s a contract?

It also makes no sense to doubt the disciple.

Because he did not pass on his martial arts skills to Yu Yue-cheong, his only disciple and the master of Sapae at the time.

“It won’t be. What nonsense am I thinking.”

I muttered as if I was talking to myself, but I couldn’t help but feel relieved.

No, what if it’s really someone related to him?

If so, what should I do?

Yangchun could not come to a conclusion at all.

As a servant, what he has to do is to collect various intelligences, create certain information, and pass it on to the upper ranks.

As always, I had to never miss any suspicious circumstances, and if there was anything I was not sure about, I had to go through the process of checking and checking again and again.

A man who uses black energy.

It’s just a hope.

However, knowing that the story could be huge, Yangchun hurriedly got up and headed to his place of residence.

“You bastards, if you’ve eaten two pieces of silver, you should’ve come up with a name.”

* * *

flutter.

Yangchun hung out the different colored laundry one by one on the line in front of the house.

If possible, it should be arranged by color so that it would be neat and pleasing to the viewer, but Yangchun didn’t seem to care about that.

“Hey, Seapearl. What are you doing laundry in the middle of the night?”

A very drunk man comes to Yangchun’s laundry and makes a fuss about it.

It is a caterpillar that roams the streets of Tujeon in the back alleys.

Perhaps, looking at the tail, it seems that he went to the gambling house today and robbed himself.

“Don’t worry and go on your way.”

“Sipper, if you want to spread it, sort it by color. red to blue… … My eyes hurt.”

“What does it matter to you no matter what others do?”

As Yangchun nervously clenched his fists, the small-sized caterpillar shrank his neck with a prickly expression.

“You bastard, with your personality. If anyone sees it, they’ll think it’s not a clothes shop, but a dog butcher.”

“Isn’t it off?”

“Go, go, Inum. go!”

At the threat of Yangchun, the caterpillar stumbled, fell, and got up repeatedly, and ran away.

“Twu, don’t ghosts know anything? I won’t catch that gambling madman. Anyway, why can’t I see Jeong-rak, who I’m with today?”

Yangchun shook his head in the direction in which the caterpillars had disappeared and went into his house carrying the basket containing the laundry.

Just as he lights a lantern to drive away the darkness in the room.

“Don’t turn it on.”

“……!”

A masked man with a familiar voice emerged from the darkness.

It was his superior who always came to him.

How did you come so soon?

He usually appeared without the public, but it usually took half a day at the longest and an hour at the shortest.

I just sent him a signal, so how did he know and come?

“How can you be so careless? Two blue, one hundred and three red!”

“sorry.”

After being scolded by the masked man, Yangchun apologized in a hoarse voice.

삼색신호 (three-color signal).

It was something that only official Hao Mundo knew, and it was a secret method used when conveying one’s will to a superior.

It was the laundry that Yangchun hung outside just a moment ago.

By combining white, blue, and red, signals with various meanings are sent. The tools were not specified. Only the color was fixed, it could be laundry, it could be a flag, and sometimes it could be clothes.

Anything that was marked on it would always be visited by superiors.

“Not only military personnel from the political affairs league, but also soldiers from government departments and guard posts were mobilized. What happened to send the emergency signal?”

His voice was very low, but full of scolding.

“The matter is the matter.”

“… … matter?”

“yes. A strange person appeared in Jinhuiru.”

“Speak.”

“It is said that he used black energy in the form of a whirlwind.”

“Black energy… … . What do you want to say?”

“if… … Isn’t that, Mukryonggi?”

Yangchun gave the bundle of papers he had bought from the hawker to the masked man.

The black energy mentioned at the end of miscellaneous content.

Deep ripples appeared in the masked person’s eyes, then disappeared, and the masked person, who had been silent for a long time, asked in a low voice.

“It’s a contract… … Do you think you are related to him?”

“… … yes.”

“Tsk, he is the one who passed away two years ago. Even before that, he was a person who had been in trouble for several years due to illness.”

“I know. But if, he left an heir… … .”

“Nonsense.”

“…….”

“Are you unaware of the relationship between him and Moonju?”

“I know. Moon lord knows everything related to him. Because you were closest to me other than Danju Cheon.”

“okay. So it makes no sense. If there had been a disciple other than Yoo Yuolcheong, Munju would have told me to find him first when he turned his back on Sapaecheon.”

“…….”

Despite the masked person’s words, Yangchun’s face did not straighten.

“Are you still in doubt?”

“… … yes.”

“…….”

Jongdo, they were people with exceptional ability to create a piece of information based on numerous rumors.

They were the lowest-ranking monks in Haomen, but those who played the most important role.

Knowing its importance, the Jongdo in charge of each branch was to be appointed with the approval of the Munju.

The masked man looked at Yangchun, sighed deeply, and shook his head.

“good night. I’ll take a look for myself. So, forget about this.”

“yes.”

Only then did Yangchun’s face light up, and the masked man burst out laughing.

“Since you’ve come a long way, let’s have a cup of tea.”

Yangchun grabs the teapot from the table next to him and turns his head.

“… … her.”

A laugh came out.

does not exist.

Just like when it came, it disappeared without leaving a trace.

Even though he was right next to him, he didn’t notice.

Yangchun stuck out his tongue and put the teapot back down.

“I really wish it was a Mukryonggi.”

I heard that wind.

Sapaecheon, which has changed from the past.

Hao Mun locked the door and hid.

I missed Yangchun.

Those days when I was so busy that even ten bodies were not enough.

Risking his life to collect and deliver information, the endless pride he felt whenever Sapaecheon went on a winning streak.

“It was fun. Some personality… … Even so, it was always fun. Because he always had accidents that others didn’t expect.”

Yangchun had a dreamy expression on his lips and a smile on his lips.

* * *

The atmosphere in the clearing room of Jinhuiru changed.

In an instant, everyone’s eyes were focused on it.

Because of only one person, Jinmu.

Well, it was understandable, since I was so upset for no reason.

Because of this, Hyangran Lee of Jinhoeruju directly took care of it, and Geum Anpyo, whose face turned blue, and the escort soldiers of Jinhoeru were guarding the outskirts.

Squeak.

Middle-aged Mibu Lee Hyang-ran took out some seomseom corn hidden in his sleeve and filled his drinking glass.

“Golden powder. It tastes good.”

“Thank you, man. It is a liquor that is not handled anywhere in the central court.”

“Golden lacquer.”

Jinmu laughed at Lee Hyangran’s trivial bragging and emptied his glass at once. Lee Hyang-ran stared intently at Jinmu.

“Cut your eyes. I will pierce your face.”

“sorry.”

At Jinmu’s scolding, Lee Hyangran covered her mouth with her sleeve and laughed, but did not turn her head or look away.

A man with tousled hair covering his face.

Only the chin is visible, but even so, there is no way that she, who runs the best base runner in Xi’an, will not recognize her.

Shameless sword, Jinmu.

But I pretended not to know.

Jinmu did not reveal himself, so it should be. That was her iron rule and habit of entertaining people for a long time.

“Your face has something you want to ask?”

“Could you answer me if I ask?”

“…….”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

It wasn’t a question that required a clear answer, but I never enjoy this type of alumni answer.

I’m not even looking at people.

“say it. If I can give you an answer, I will.”

When Jinmu’s permission was granted, Hyangran Lee opened her mouth after a long time after all the people who were helping out outside the clearing room.

“How did you do that?”

“…….”

As soon as permission is granted, it directly stabs and enters.

Hyangran Lee of Jinhoeru. Judging by the appearance, he is in his mid-40s.

He must have been dealing with people for quite a long time, judging by his calm expression and old eyes from beginning to end.

As you deal with countless people, your nunchi naturally develops to the level of a fortune teller.

Just as old people live a long life and deepen their knowledge of contemplation, so did she.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like you don’t understand what I mean, do you? It seems that you deliberately quarreled, but did I see it wrong?”

“…….”

The words that are spit out slowly are like that, and the notice is quite good. Hmm, this floor is a bit thick. Or a woman’s intuition, something like that?

“Nice to see you.”

Jinmu, who smiled shyly, answered without hesitation.

It doesn’t matter if you know now anyway.

“also… … Why did you do that?”

“I need to draw some attention. So that you can pay attention to what I have shown you.”

“What is it?”

“You know, you too.”

“…….”

“Hasn’t everyone at Jinhuiru already sold my information?”

Yi Hyang-ran’s eyes widened at the laughable answer.

interest… … no way?

“And if you reveal that much, one of them will come soon.”

At Jinmu’s words, Hyangran Lee’s expression began to change moment by moment, and a deep smile began to form on Jinmu’s lips.

“… … It’s finally here. The one I’ve been waiting for.”

“……?!”

Paaang!

I didn’t even bother to ask what he was talking about.

Because Jinmu’s new model was already moving at a tremendous speed.

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