"Ghosts are already dead, aren't they?"
"Don't you think he's going to kill you again?"
"I'm sure you're just not thinking about it."
Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol strongly agreed with the last Baek Cheon. That interpretation is the most credible.
"But isn't it amazing? It looks like a ghost from the outside."
"Even right in front of me, I can't feel my presence."
"Hahaha. You look like a ghost."
"I know. I see something hazy, but my presence...…."
Haha, Baek Cheon's face, who was smiling and talking, slowly hardened.
"Is it a real ghost?"
Then the ghost's shape was violently stirred.
Soon after, a dreary necropolis began to flow out.
Chung-Myung tilted his head.
"What's he doing?"
"…You seem to be pretending to be a ghost."
Chung-Myung was dumbfounded and laughed.
"Well, you'll know when you cut it. I've never heard of a ghost bleeding from being stabbed. If you're decapitated, you're human, or you're a ghost."
Hawasan's disciples trembled at a violent confirmation that they had never heard before.
That bastard is scarier than a ghost.
Chung-Myung rolled up his sleeves. The blood-stained forearm appeared frighteningly.
"Do you want to get caught? Or do you want to get beaten up?"
At that time, a dreary voice leaked from the haebubyeon shape.
"…...have you set a trap?"
"Oh, you're talking."
Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide and laughed soon after.
"As you can see."
"…the little ones."
The shape of the ghost began to wander violently. Then, he moved up, down, left and right. As if a horse were ready to run with ture.
Seeing that, Chung-Myung said with a grumpy face.
"If you run away now, you'll be dead."
"Hu-hoo. If you can, try to catch it."
The figure, which soared to Ho Gong in an instant, soon penetrated the ceiling and drifted away in a blink of an eye.
"For God's sake!"
Hawsan's disciples screamed embarrassedly.
How fast the movement was, the whitish figure has now become so far away that it is invisible.
"…That's so fast."
"I couldn't even see it."
"I've never seen anything so fast."
Everyone looked at the ceiling with a blank face.
Chung-Myung nodded as if admiring.
"It's pretty fast."
And then he muttered seriously, really curious.
"Are you a moron?"
"It must be fast. It looks like you're losing your brain, too."
Chung-Myung looked back at Jo-Gol without even paying attention to the missing ghost.
"The death penalty."
"Go get the shovel."
Chung-Myung's eyes turned to the floor as the ghost dug up. The corners of my mouth rolled up on its own.
"Is there something here that you need to gain by posing as a ghost?"
Is it a treasure?
It's a treasure, right?
* * *
All night long!
All night long!
Every time the soil was scooped up, a mess flowed out of Chung-Myung's mouth.
Well, that's possible.
When a person is in a good mood, he or she gets excited when he or she works. Especially if you work to get something great, doesn't it make you excited?
There are no complaints there.
But the problem is... It was not Chung-Myung who was shoveling, but other people.
"How far do I have to dig?"Chung-Myung frowned slightly at Jo-Gol's question.
"Last time, when we raised the angle, we dug for a long time, right?"
"I used to be."
"If you look at it that time, it's at least below that. So, just dig first. If you dig, you'll find it no matter what!"
He's not the one selling it's not for sale.….
Everyone stared at Chung-Myung with venomous eyes, but he smiled happily and stood by.
"It was very quick. Hehehehe."
At that rate, it was definitely one of the fastest in the world.
Of course, light work is not necessarily proportional to skill. But with that much experience, you can make a fortune if you want to.
"It's an express sign. We can ship it in 10 days to all parts of the country! How much is it if we just take care of the stamps of the dignitaries? Oh, my God!"
Perhaps the average person can make an unimaginable amount of money.
But it's down here that he tried to get it by pretending to be a ghost?
"Hehehe! It must be expensive! It's going to be very expensive!"
Yoon-jong frowned at him, looking at him, who was so happy about the money.
"…Living room. Isn't that too much?"
"Will you stop me?"
"If you say something to your superiors...…."
"Who's your superior here?"
"Hyun Young 장……. I wasn't thinking well."
As soon as I run to Hyun Young, there are only two more people who laugh and fall back. That'll double the nagging.
Rather than that, Chung-Myung would rather work with him alone.
"Don't straighten your back and work, guys! Shovel one more time while you're talking!"
Hawsan's disciples breathed out all that sorrow in a sigh and then shoveled again without saying nothing.
But their eyes weren't just full of complaints.
Following Chung-Myung, their increased sense of wit and sense of wealth were also raising their expectations to the maximum.
'There must be something.'
It's expensive, right?
Rice and meat soup! Rice and meat soup!
As investment in Hwayeongmun has increased, side dishes have become a little poor recently. If you have a big bite here, you'll be able to eat well again for a while!
"Para. Let's dig first and think."
They all wielded their shovels as sharp as swords and dug down the paddles. A pile of dirt soared up as if Hwasan were erupting.
The pace got faster as if it were competing.
"Oh, don't use the spade! It's dangerous! It's narrow!"
"You have to do it quickly!"
"Which gatekeeper uses the sword to shovel!"
It was when Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong were quarreling and digging the floor.
"How much more of this do we dig…"…."
There was a sound of something getting stuck in the shovel.
Everyone flinched and turned their heads.
"Did you find it?"
"Do you have one?"
"Ee, there is! There's something here!"
"Get out of the way!"
As soon as the horse came out, Chung-Myung jumped into the pit. Then, he took away Yoon-jong's shovel and glistened his eyes.
"I'm in charge of this work!"
"...do the f*ck."
Baek Cheon murmured helplessly, but Chung-Myung didn't seem to hear it.
"Hehehe! Will there be ghosts or treasures? This is so exciting."
Chung-Myung began to delicately stab the shovel into the floor. It was a motion that seemed relaxed at first glance, but the swarming pile of dirt from side to side reminded me of a typhoon."Be gentle!"
"Oh, it stings! It stings!"
The floor appeared in an instant.
"It's a stone wall, isn't it?"
"Wow, I buried a stone wall deep in here. That's amazing. It must have been really hard."
"You mean there's something that's as important as that."
Hawasan's disciples' eyes were quickly stained with greed.
If Tae Sang-ro had seen all the disciples of Doga glistening with wealth, he would have been on a rampage to peel off those rotten people.
Unfortunately, however, this place was not a virtuous circle, but a present world.
"But how do I open this? Is the door down there?"
"Can't we just break it down?"
"Hey, I don't even know what's inside. You can't do that. If it's weak, it could break. Better find the door and open it!"
"Then let's dig to the side. You have to be careful!"
Before Chung-Myung even stepped up, they quarreled and tried to make money somehow to make money.
Chung-Myung smiled very pleasedly.
"You've raised them all."
I'm done raising them. Now everyone is a great bandit...…. No, I'm a Taoist.
What? There's only one letter difference anyway.
Baek Cheon, Jo-Gol, and Yoon-Jong began peeling the surroundings with shovels, and Yoo-Esul was picking up a large brush from somewhere and gently shaking off the dirt around the stone wall.
'It's like...... they're almost robbers.'
a lengthy death sentence
……Did I raise you too much?
Hey, you son of a b*tc*, now you'sir.….
"Oh, I don't know, I don't know."
Chung-Myung shook out the auditory hallucination in his ears and grinned.
You look like you just have to make money anyway!
"Here it is!"
"It's the door!"
"Found you, Chung-Myung!"
When cheers came, Chung-Myung quickly approached with his eyes wide open.
"Are you there?"
In front of Chung-Myung, there was a large door into the stone wall.
"Oh, it could be bigger than I thought."
"There must be something long down here, too. I got something right here!"
"Maybe there's something as big as the last time I got a mix!"
Chung-Myung held his stomach and laughed. Then, suddenly, he looked so serious and looked at me.
"No, no, no. I haven't even opened it yet, but it's not something to like. Money is earned and liked, not just because you can make it. Let's open it first!"
It was the moment Chung-Myung grabbed the tightly closed door.
A very embarrassed voice came from above their heads.
Hawsan's disciples all looked up with a sullen face.
The hazy ghost-like figure was constantly fluttering with embarrassment.
"I don't know why he ran away like that if he's going to come back like that."
Chung-Myung grinned at the figure.
"Hey, if you're a ghost, go your way, if you're a human. If you don't want to die."
"How dare you!"
The ghost must have been very angry and sprayed the milky energy all over the place.
"I tried not to see my blood. You guys are going too far! Don't blame my hand for being cruel!"
The white figure began to sink down at an enormous rate.
But unlike those who were embarrassed, Chung-Myung picked up the shovel that he had put down with a face that was unnerving.
The world has become silent.
Baek Cheon watched the scene unfold before his eyes in front of him.The side of the shovel wielded by Chung-Myung is exactly stuck in a milky-white shape.
The world, which had been moving at an enormous speed, seemed to have stopped.
The shape of the shovel seemed to be wiped out a couple of times, and soon it slid down to the floor.
But the threshing is not over.
"But when he sees it, he sees it!"
Chung-Myung flipped his eyes and raised a shovel.
"Human beings die!"
"You told me or you didn't! You son of a b*tc*!"
Chung-Myung's shovel began to dance.
"But this bastard? You're not afraid of anything. This is the order, you son of a b*tc*! Dying! Dying!"
Everyone who looked at the scene closed their eyes.
Something unprecedented in Jungwon Temple was unfolding in real time in front of their eyes.
a shovel regulation
Ghosts are being shoveled to death.'
"At this point, I admit it even if it's a wonk.'
I feel sorry for you.
Whenever a shovel was hit, the milky energy that had been floating around the shape spread greatly and shrunk repeatedly.
"You, you, you! Kill me...….Argh! Argh!"
Oh, my god!
"I can't stop...…. You! My skills! Oh, that groin! Argh! Hey, groin!"
"Die, you son of a b*tc*!"
The ghost, who was trying to resist something, began to vent its sorrowful screams and pleas before just a few minutes passed.
"Sa, save me! It's not a ghost! It's a person! Argh! Argh! Save me!"
"Now this ghost cub is trying to trick people! A lot of money! Good luck!"
"Ears, it's not a ghost!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh, my God!
Daybreak began in the distance. And in the foreground of Hwagyeongmun, a sad scream continued to ring high and high.
Whether it's a man or a ghost, the end is not good when you meet a bad guy.