Chapter - 737 Episode 737. Whether there's a ghost or a monster. (2)

"Oh, yeah.

Baek Cheon's walk to the restaurant was light and steady.

I'm dying.

The whole body is as heavy as a wet cotton. No, it wasn't just that much, but I felt like I was barely walking with a rock the size of a house on my shoulder.

- What? - A self-inflicted ball? You're going to master your own ball with this skill? What would you say if you saw the great men of our time? Don't even dream until I have dirt in my eyes, you bastards!

Hyun Young's harsh voice stood in my ear. Baek Cheon shuddered.

There's a demon. The Devil.'

Whasan thought Chung-Myung was the only demon there was, but who would have imagined there would be an older one?

If Chung-Myung pushes a person's body to the limit and makes him worry, Hyun Young pushes a person's mental strength to the limit and makes him think, "Will I not give up until the end?"

"I feel like I'm going to die, Sasook...….”

"……so am I."

Baek Cheon sighed as he watched Yoon-jong staggering next to him.

Swinging a sword in the water doesn't mean it's too hard. Of course, it's hard to run the course without breathing, but it doesn't push people to the limit like climbing cliffs with rocks all over the body.

The key is to stand by your own will.

Cliffs are over when you climb. No matter how hard and dangerous it is, there is an end to it.

But wielding a sword in the water is endless. Even Baek Cheon had to cut off the rope tied to his feet several times and withstand the urge to soar above the water.

Therefore, after this training, I felt as if my head was foggy, let alone tiredness.

"But if you think about it, it's a very reasonable way of training.’

Because now they're not proving their strength, they're proving their qualifications to master their own balls.

Shingong is a mixture of two ways of managing one's skills and controlling one's mind.

In other words, good use of the sword and strong body do nothing to master the skill. Only a firm mind and a firm wick are the foundations for learning craftsmanship.

In this sense, this training method is optimal for determining how strong the students have mental strength and patience.

Yeah... it's the best...….

'It's a problem because I'm about to die.’

Baek Cheon aesthetically lifted his heavy hand and opened the door of the restaurant.

"…I don't think I can eat it?"

"But I'm still going to eat. To endure the training tomorrow."

Baek Cheon sighed and looked around for a vacancy.


Then I suddenly realized something strange.

What are they all looking at?’

Everyone else who was already sitting in the restaurant was looking to one side. Somehow all the expressions seemed to see something strange.

Looking at them together naturally, Baek Cheon nodded convincingly.

"It's Chung-Myung."

"Yes, Chung-Myung."

"It's Chung-Myung, nothing new.

Everyone tried to turn their heads with convincing faces. It was yesterday and today that the disciples couldn't take their eyes off him. I'm sure you've caused some kind of trouble.

Normally, Ogum would have moved immediately to find out what the bastard had done again, but today he was about to collapse, so he didn't have the heart or desire to do it.Baek Cheon, who was trying to cut attention neatly for his mental health, flinched for a moment. Something strange just caught my eye.


Slowly turning to Chung-Myung again, he opened his mouth blankly.

My my.


I'll pretend to know when I'm home. You're turning your head as if you saw something you couldn't see.

Yeah, turn your head back completely...….

Chung-Myung아…Why are you eating like that?

How can you eat with your neck turned like that?

"…What's wrong with him?"

"Leave it alone. How can he do something crazy for a day or two?"

"It's not even a day or two, how can you do something so new and new every time?"

Baek Cheon's eyes became thin.

Sitting at the table across the street, Chung-Myung was still eating in a strange posture. The shoulders were straight, but the neck was almost turned backwards, which was bizarre.

"…It's all spilling."

"I think it's coming out of my mouth."

Baek Cheon couldn't bear to see any more and closed his eyes tightly.

Chung-Myung, please.

You don't have to go this far because everyone in Wasan knows you're out of their minds.

Eventually, the unbearable Baek Cheon trudged toward Chung-Myung. Of all things, he approached the front of Chung-Myung, so all he could see was the back of his head.


"Huh? Are you home?”

……You should at least turn your head and talk when someone calls you.

Baek Cheon opened his mouth with a sour face.

"I don't think it's meaningful to ask this now…"…Is there a problem?"

"Huh? What?"

"If there is no problem, is there a reason why you eat with the attitude of 'I will turn a blind eye to the whole world as of today?'"

"Oh, this?”

Chung-Myung grinning...…. No, he said with a smile on his back.

"It's nothing, just a little, uh..."I was training, and I had a coin mouth."

"Oh, I see. I'll bite the crap...…. What, dude?"

Baek Cheon, who turned around answering roughly, made a lightning move toward Chung-Myung again.

"What, what's here now?"

"Oh, I think I've got a light mouth for coins…….Ha, man. Everything else is fine, but my throat isn't working."

When Baek Cheon, who was speechless, opened his mouth wide, Chung-Myung mumbled as if he was annoyed.

"This is, uh...….”

Then, suddenly, he grabbed my head and started turning it.

Ood, ood, ood, ood, ood, ood, ood!

"Ha, I do……"Don't do it, you son of a b*tc*!

I can hear your neck breaking, you crazy man!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Well, that's weird.…. It definitely seemed right, but where should I start?”


"Yes, I'll eat later and I'll try this first.”

Chung-Myung fumbled over the table and got up.

"Well, are you okay?”

"You can't tell, it's fine!"


What the hell is this guy's "what" up to?

I think it's okay to treat it as normal without an arm or leg...….

"Don't worry, don't worry. It's better if you sleep well."


"Hahaha. I've been through a lot in my life. Hahahaha."

Chung-Myung stumbles to the entrance.


"Uh. The entrance isn't here...….”Boom!

"Hey, shit!"

Boom! Boom!

Chung-Myung, who only found the door a couple more times after being stuck in the wall, laughed and went outside. There was silence in the restaurant.

Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, who were stunned by Baek Cheon's side, approached.

"Will it be all right?"

"… I do…"….”

Baek Cheon stared vaguely at the less closed door and opened his mouth.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"


There was no return answer.

* * *




The soul gradually drifted out of the eyes of the three looking at Chung-Myung.

"Living quarters, living quarters.


"Come and grab this for me. Mr. Ha, this arm...….”

Back Cheon's eyes, which had been unfastened, barely came into focus.

Fortunately, Chung-Myung's neck, which turned back, seemed to have found its place. That was a very fortunate thing.

But if there's a minor problem...….

"…What's wrong with your arm?"

"Uh……. It's just nothing. A little bit of a coin mouth...….”


"Yes. Minor."

"Your arm's behind your shoulder right now."

The right arm went behind the head and touched the back, and the opposite leg turned completely backwards and the heel was forward. As a result, the waist was completely bent to the side and the head was about to touch the floor. So to speak, a man was twisted and shaped like a sickle.

"I can't do that even if you tell me to do it on purpose.’

But what? The little thing?

"No, you crazy bastard! What the hell are you doing? What's wrong with your body!"

"It's strange……. This can't be happening. I did it perfectly.”

Chung-Myung tilted his head nonchalantly as if he wasn't

"Is there a wrong direction from jujube blood to prestigious blood? That's not it either.

"Let's go to the medical center, Chung-Myung! At the pharmacy, you're going to die!

"Come on. It's not like that. I'll get better soon."


"But it was so hard to get dressed. I see. Sasook. I'll fix this first."


"See you later, then."

Chung-Myung, who was about to say hello brightly and walk forward, tilted for a moment.


Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong rushed to the white face and grabbed Chung-Myung, who was falling down.

Then Chung-Myung asked as if he didn't understand.

"What? I was going to go forward. Why should I go back?"

"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! One foot's twisted backwards, and you're not going to the front!"

"Oh, you'really.

The awkwardly smiling Chung-Myung is back in position.

"Ha ha. Don't worry. I made a mistake because I'm not used to it."

"If you make two mistakes, you'll die! Let's just go to the pharmacy right now!"

"There's nothing to worry about. I know my body well. It's better with saliva."


Chung-Myung, who secretly stepped out a couple of times, had his hair dyed black in a normal way.

"Okay! See you later."

Beans! Beans! Beans!

Chung-Myung moved away like a Chinese ghost.

The voice of Jo-Gol, who died in Baek Cheon's ear as he looked at the scene with a detached face, was heard.

"Are you sure…… will it'll be all right?


Baek Cheon wrapped his hands around my face and sobbed.



"Please... Can't you live a normal life? What?"

"…It's easy to give up. Private lodging."

Clear tears flowed from Baek Cheon's oily eyes.

* * *

Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong looked at Chung-Myung silently with a nervous face.Do you think he's okay?’

Doesn't it look good on the outside?’

Fortunately, Chung-Myung looked fine today, even though we exchanged eyes and checked again. On the outside.

But it's too early to be relieved.

Baek Cheon approached him cautiously. Then he suppressed his pounding heart and implied.


Then Chung-Myung smiled brightly and looked up. Baek Cheon looked at it and asked, glaringly.

"Are you all right now?"

Then Chung-Myung smiled even more brightly.

"We're done with the treatment…"…. Chung-Myung아?"

A bright smile.

But that was all. Baek Cheon slowly lowered his gaze. His hands were flapping under Chung-Myung's sleeve. When I looked closely, it seemed like he was pretending to hold something and write it down.


"Yes, boarding house."

"…Bring me Ji Pil-mook."


Sneak. Sneak.

He held a brush in his hand and laid a sheet of paper in front of him. However, it seemed that the arm could not be extended forward. He brought the paper right in front of his hand before Chung-Myung wrote something down.

[No sound]]


[Can't walk forward]]

Baek Cheon had a twitch in his eyelid.

"Hey, Lee……."

Baek Cheon, who was looking for something to say, eventually gave up and tore his head off.

"Then how did you get here, you son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung grinned and scrawled on the paper again.

[Don't worry] Get well soon.]

Chung-Myung, who put the brush on, sprang up. Then, with a smile on his face, he suddenly went back.


Baek Cheon was startled and reached out to catch him. However, Chung-Myung reached out his hand behind his head and supported his body as if he had intended it, and his arms and legs were playing with him as if he were a spider.

Looking blankly at him as he drifted away in an instant, Yun-Jong said in a weak voice.

"…isn't that almost a goblin?"

Baek Cheon just wrapped his face in silence with both hands.