Chapter - 238 Episode 238. This is hell. (3)



"Ugh."



"Oops!"



"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!"



The cart moved at a bizarre pace.



From the beginning, Jang Ho-chae's enemies were quite outstanding for their skills. Such people could not have been slow to move when they even pulled out the strength they had been nursing.



"Ugh…….wealth, debt stocks…….I'm no longer...…."



"Hang in there! Hey, dude! You have to hang in there!"



"Well, I can't……."



"Then do you want to go up there?"



After hearing Bangyo's words, the manger turns his head slightly.



His eyes caught the image of a cart.



The manger, who was about to collapse, slightly stirred up the game, and soon grabbed the cart with his crazy eyes.



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"



"Yes! Hang in there!"



Bangyo pushed the cart with tears in her eyes.



My legs were shaking and my mouth smelled sweet, but I could never stop.



Do they bother you if you stop?



No!



It's a problem because you treat me so well!



Bangyo raises her head slightly and looks over the cart.



There, five men were relaxing next to Chung-Myung.



"I told you to lie down. Why do you keep sitting down?"



"That's all right!"



"Horses don't lie down and rest!"



Chung-Myung shakes his head as he looks at the male enemies who answer in an unstoppable.



"Oh, you don't understand what I don't understand. Make yourself at home."



"We're really fine!"



"Comfortable! It's really relaxing."



"It was so comfortable that I slept soundly!"



Bangyo stole the snow.



How can a man be so vicious?'



Shortly after departing from Gonmung, Chung-Myung put five of them on top of the cart.



Having found a large cart, there was enough space for five other than the disciples of Hwasan.



Why drag 10 people at the same time? We can take turns dragging five people. Take a rest when you have time left.



It sounds like they are being considerate of them, but the truth is, at 12 o'clock a day, you have to pull the cart without a break.



Well, that's fine.



It may be a little uncomfortable because it's on a running cart, but what gives you a break anyway?



However, those who climbed up the cart happily and happily realized that it was next to Chung-Myung and had no choice but to close their eyes.



I'm not going there.



Better run and die!'



Hell would be more comfortable. You are the one who will serve the Lord of the Underworld as his brother!"



Those pushing the cart looked at those resting from above with pitiful faces. They were all on their knees and trembling in contemplation.



And Chung-Myung was lying slanting beside him, fiddling with hay.



"Are you hungry?"



"No!"



"I'm not hungry!"



"It's weird. I think I starved for a day. Isn't it time you got hungry?"



"No! It's really all right!"



"Really?"



"Yes! We don't have much appetite."



"Tsk. I can't force her to eat even if she doesn't want to. Tell me whenever you're hungry. I'll give you food."



"Oh, I see."



When Chung-Myung yawned and turned over, the mangers shed tears of blood.



Is hay food? Is hay rice?'



'I've sinned in my past life.'



'Crime is in this world, you son of a b*tc*.'



Why would he do that?



I shouldn't have sinned.



It was also too late a regret now.



"Take a good rest anyway. I told you. If you go twice as fast as before, they'll let you go."



"Yes!"



"I believe that."



"Instead……."



Chung-Myung twisted his neck left and right.



Crack. Crack."Imagine what will happen if we don't arrive twice as fast."



"……."



"I'll have to run hard."



"Bar, I'll be there on time!"



"Yes, if you're hungry, eat hay."



Chung-Myung grinned and lay down completely.



'Oh, I've become too nice.'



In the past, I would have cut off the neck the moment I encountered those things.



Chung-Myung's smile deepened with tears of blood from his enemies.



* * *



"Have you heard from him yet?"



"Yes, my lord."



"Well."



The gap between the eyebrows of the landscape has narrowed.



'Ummm.'



No matter how hard you try, there's no way you can't help but worry. He's headed to the dangerous Unnam. He hasn't heard from you?



Now I believe that I am a grown-up child and try to wait, but that's not the case with parents.



"You mean it's so hard to send a piece of news. What an indifferent fellow."



"The lord knows that it's hard to get the news from Unnam to here."



"That's true!"



Cho Pyeong sighed deeply and moved on.



Usually, walking in the garden as I am now would relieve my frustration, but no matter how long I walked, my stomach was noisy today.



"Lord of commerce."



"I know."



Cho Pyung sighed.



You can't keep spending time like this. He's a Dead Sea senator who's responsible for the lives of so many upper members.



It was the moment when he turned his heavy steps and tried to get inside the pavilion.



Drumroll! Drum roll!



"Huh?"



Cho Pyung turned his head.



A loud sound of foot clouds began to be heard from the main road in front of the main gate.



What's going on?'



Dududududududududududududududu!



The space between the eyebrows of the landscape has narrowed slightly.



It's like the sound of a large army advancing. In addition, the sound was getting louder. As if a large army were advancing this way.



"What's going on?"



"Well, I'll check it out right now!"



It was the moment when the general rushed and grabbed the door.



Bang!



The front door burst out with a huge explosion. The recoil bounces the gunman high into the sky.



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"



The general's scream grew farther and farther, but Cho Pyong could not bear to turn his head. This is because the scene I saw through the door was so bizarre.



Those who dragged in large carts with the intention of destroying everything in the world gradually slowed down, looked around blankly, and fell down on the spot.



Then he started to cry and wait.



"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!"



"Sa, you're alive! I'm alive!"



"Hhhhhhhhhhaha! Mother! I arrived on time!"



What the hell are they?'



Cho Pyung opened his eyes wide and looked at the people lying next to the cart.



The clothes were ragged and ragged, and the whole body was covered with dirt and sweat. Whenever I see him, the beggar passing by looks like he's going to bow his head.



But their faces were full of joy and emotion, as opposed to the disastrous snare.



"Giggles... Giggles. I'm alive! I'm alive!"



"Oh, dear fan, we did it!"



"Yeah, yeah. Everyone worked really hard. I'm thrilled with this fan stock!"



What is he doing?



Cho Pyeong-eun, who had no way of understanding the sudden situation, just stared blankly.



Then, someone jumped up on the cart.



"Hush!"



Then he jumped and kicked his tongue.



"How dare they break in the door? This is Jo-Gol's death row house."



"Gasp!"



"Gasp!"



Cho Pyung tilted his head.



What about the author?



The author is obviously Chung-Myung, the priest of Jo-Gol, or Hwasan Theologian.



That's...?"Oh, my back."



"Yes, I'm glad you're here early, but it's shaking so much."



"Sickness, motion sickness."



"Go, go, go, get off! Don't throw up here!"



Hwasan's disciples appeared one after another from the cart. Jo-pyeong, who found his son Jo-Gol among them, raised his eyes wide.



"Walk! You! You! What the hell happened to this?"



"Father!"



Jo-Gol ran to Jo Pyung at a quick pace.



"Yeah, what happened...…."



Slap!



But Jo-Gol grabbed his hand without even having time to listen to his father.



Cho Pyong, who saw his son's eyes as if he was about to put out the fire, flinched and took a step back. But Jo-Gol tightened his hands as if he wouldn't let go of such a father.



"Father!"



"Uh, huh?"



Cho Pyong was quite embarrassed because he had never seen his son exude such a terrifying spirit.



"Grain!"



"……."



"We need to buy the grain right now! We need to secure all the grain in the saints!"



"……Huh?"



No, as soon as he got back, he didn't even say hello.….



"What does that mean?"



Jo-Gol looked scary at Cho Pyong, who wanted to hear and see the situation first.



"Tea!"



"……Huh?"



"I can trade cars!"



It was absolutely groundless.



But a merchant is a good reputation. He was also a competent merchant who led the Dead Sea Merchant Association, called the Sacheon Teenage Shopping Center.



He quickly isolated the useful information in Jo-Gol's words.



"So……."



Jo-pyeong, who has slightly cleaned up, opens his mouth quickly.



"The car you're talking about will of course be Unnam's."



"Yes!"



"So you'really...Are you saying that the four people who went with you this time got the right to buy Unnam's car?"



"Yes! I've got a resale ticket."



"…exclusive?"



So everything...….the right to resell Unnam's car…….



Cho Pyong muttered, slightly tilting. Then, he jumped as if he had been struck by lightning. My eyes grew as big as they could pop out.



"Well, well, well...…. Resale! Did you say resale right?"



"Yes!"



"If you take the grain, you'll give me the car?"



"I told you so! We don't have time for this!"



Cho Pyeong's eyes slowly began to turn.



'The monopoly of Unnam's car. Take the grain and trade it for the car.'



There was so much to ask, but now is not the time. It's not too late to ask once you've moved!



"Cho, General! Where is the General!"



"Ugh……Yes, Lord Merchant. I'm right here.Yo……."



The general, who fell into the pond and looked sad, was almost there.



"Buy every grain of the saints right now! No, you have to buy all the grain in Sacheon! Twice the price! No, I'll take three times as much! Move! Now!



"Yes!"



"Get ready to go up to Unnam at the same time! It seems like 1 o'clock is urgent, so as soon as possible! We'll have to get enough wagons and horses ready to go with the grain we'"



"Yes!"



After seeing the expression of Cho Pyong, the governor jumped into the pavilion without a single word or reply.



Only after completing the order did Cho-pyeong look at Jo-Gol.



"Once you've done what you're saying, now explain to me what the hell is going on."



"Yes, I mean……."



Jo-Gol began explaining the situation with Yoon-Jong.



Looking at it, Chung-Myung turned and trudged along. It's an explanation anyway, so he'll do well on his own, and now Chung-Myung has a separate to do.



"Turn it off……."



"Dah, I think my legs are missing…"….""I don't even have the strength to drink water."



The bandits on the floor groan and rub their legs. Chung-Myung smiled pleased at the sight.



"Everyone worked so hard."



"No!"



"It's all thanks to you!"



"Yeah, yeah."



Chung-Myung's face was filled with satisfaction.



Thanks to the crazy run of the marchers, I was able to return to Sacheon twice as fast as when I really went.



"He, by the way, is the seal."



"Huh?"



"…Are you forgiving us now?"



Jang Ho-chae's fan owner Bang Yo asked secretly.



Of course, what he really wants to say is...



Are you letting us go now?'



But I don't have the courage to ask Chung-Myung directly.



"What am I going to do with you?"



"……Gee, sure."



"Don't worry. I'll let you go."



"Go, thank you! Thank you very much."



Chung-Myung smiles and nods.



And that was the moment.



Tatatatatat!



Chung-Myung wielded his hand like a bolt of lightning and hit the power of the demons.



"What?"



"Ugh!"



The bandits grabbed their lower stomachs and shrank.



Realizing in an instant that their internal skills had been banned again, the demons looked at Chung-Myung with questionable eyes.



"Do, sir?"



"What the hell is this…….?"



But Chung-Myung just shrugged calmly.



"Come on, I'm not lying. I'm really letting you go."



"…Yes?"



The next moment, there was a noise coming from behind his back, and Baek Cheon walked in through the broken door.



"Chung-Myung아. I brought him."



"Oh, good job, Sasook."



You want me to bring him?



Who?



Bangyo and other horsemen turned their heads with anxious eyes.



Why aren't ominous foreboding wrong?



It was the government officials who followed Baek Cheon.



"……."



The officials who kicked in the door hardened their faces while looking at the scattered demons.



"Are they these guys? The mangers of the janghochae."



"……."



The demons looked at Chung-Myung again with stunned eyes.



Dude.



Don't tell me...



And Chung-Myung didn't betray their expectations.



"Yes, they are. Hurry up and take him."



"I……."



"That dog bird……."



Before making a complaint, officials rushed in and weaved them in a row.



"You mortal enemies! You must have been wild!"



"You're beheaded! Do you think there are one or two dead Sichuan people?"



"Drag it!"



The demons, who were being dragged helplessly, looked back at Chung-Myung in unison.



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! You don't even look like him!"



"That malko-sman! You're a human being!"



"That hell of a man!"



There was a lot of resentment, but Chung-Myung's face was heartbreaking. He even rubbed his ears and spoke with a puff of his fingers.



"Where is the dog barking?"



In the end, the bandits, including Bangyo, were dragged away, spouting all the swear words in their heads.



Baek Cheon, who was looking at the scene, approached and hinted.



"…Is it okay to do this?"



"Is there a problem?"



"But I did my best."



"That's the only way to do it. And you kept your promise. I let him go. But what can I do if the country takes it away?"



"……."



"It's a bit unfortunate, though. Should I have gotten you some hay?"



Oh, my. Our Chung-Myung.



He's kind-hearted.



He's kind-hearted.