Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Chapter 555

Episode 555

Signs of collapse (5)

“…is it true?”

“That’s right.”

Song Ha-ni sighed.

“At least that’s what I know.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes deepened.

It was a calmer response than expected. On the other hand, Hwang Seok-tae looked at Song Ha-shini with an astonished face.

“Ah, no matter what, that’s…”

The content was so shocking that even Hwang Seok-tae had to stutter.

Song Ha Ni said in a gloomy voice.

“I didn’t believe it at first either. “I thought it was nonsense.”

“….”

“But now that I think about it… maybe I was just looking away because I didn’t want to believe it.”

Surprisingly, Hwang Seok-tae seemed to be able to understand Song Ha-sini’s feelings.

This was a problem that went beyond white and black. Anyone in the world who encounters such a situation would begin with disbelief.

Song Ha-ni bit her lip and spoke in an urgent voice.

“This fact must never be revealed to the outside world! Several famous restaurants in Sacheon are already involved in this matter! “I don’t know the world, but I can’t even imagine what terrible things they will do to keep their secrets!”

“It’s okay.”

Yeon Ho-jeong raised his hand to stop Song Ha-sini from speaking.

“You told me, your benefactor, the secret you risked your life to keep. And I am not so foolish as to not realize the gravity of your words.”

“…I’m just grateful.”

“the problem is.”

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes lit up.

“Do each chairperson know this?”

Song Ha-ni bit her lip.

“I do not know. We don’t even know when this started happening. Of course, I think the chairpersons don’t know, but…”

It meant that he wasn’t sure.

Even though he had virtually no experience in fighting, Song Ha-ni was a person with the bare minimum of caution. My heart felt broken, but I didn’t give up my doubts because of the relationship.

Yeon Ho-jeong was lost in thought for a moment.

‘If this is really true…’

Some of the Damun factions of Sichuan, that is, the Tang family and Qingcheng army, stepped into the bloody swamp.

It was truly a shocking situation. However, it was difficult for Yeon Ho-jeong to think that their chairmen knew about this matter.

‘First of all, the head of the party probably doesn’t know.’

It wasn’t because I became friends with the party.

Sacheondangga boasts a level of ruthlessness that is different from other sects. The Yeon family was also strict about family laws, but the Tang family was a family that went beyond strictness and sometimes showed cruelty.

In other words, in order to become the head of a Tang family, you need absolute power as well as an iron heart that can withstand the coldness and cruelty.

How could it be that Tang Gwan called himself the king of Sichuan? Even though Cheongseong and Army have similar power, the reason he calls himself the king is because he has a lot of confidence.

If the government had known about this, they would not have come out until the family was completely reorganized.

Also, if he was also a person possessed by the ‘swamp’ mentioned by Song Ha-sini, the Murim League would have been in trouble long ago.

In the same context, there was a high probability that Bokhosae, the leader of Amapa, would not know this fact.

So what about Cheongseong?

‘Pungbyeokja.’

Pungbyeokja was a three-year-old dispatched from the three schools.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sank coldly.

‘The Pungbyeokja is dead, but if this is true, he would have been involved with it for a long time.’

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was thinking of a windbreaker, soon shook his head.

“No matter what happens, it’s still just an assumption. “It’s impossible to be certain until we investigate properly.”

“yes?”

“no.”

Yeon Ho-jeong stood up.

“Leave this job to us.”

Song Ha Ni said in surprise.

“Didn’t you say you would keep it a secret?”

“Don’t worry about leaking secrets. “I won’t tell those I think are enemies.”

“…?!”

“If it’s something you just want to hide, you might as well, but if it’s something you want to solve, you have to find a way.”

“That’s true, but…”

Confusion appeared on Song Ha-ni’s face.

“How on earth should I solve this problem… and everyone around me…”

“This problem is not just yours. “It’s all of our business.”

“…!”

“Don’t worry, trust me. “After all, this is the way to get rid of the clouds hanging over Sacheon.”

Yeon Ho-jeong said to Hwang Seok-tae.

“Please stand guard for a moment.”

“Are you planning on going there?”

“I don’t think it’s okay to go, but I think now is the time to prioritize caution over extremeness.”

“I think so too.”

Yeon Ho-jeong handed the iron bars to Hwang Seok-tae.

“I will clean up the streets first. “Once you’re done sorting things out, take Shinni to my room.”

Hwang Seok-tae nodded.

“Don’t worry, just come back.”

“I understand.”

Song Ha-ni asked urgently.

“Cleaning up the streets? “What do you mean by that?”

“I realized this while following you. Some people are watching you. Of course, it was only a moment, but I roughly counted six or seven.”

“…?!”

“Take off your outer clothes.”

“yes?”

“Give me a coat and bamboo ribs.”

As if possessed, Song Ha-ni took off her outer robe and bamboo ribs and handed them to Yeon Ho-jeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong wore Song Ha-sinni’s robe and a bamboo hat.

Although there was a difference in height and bone structure, Yeon Ho-jeong did not have a strong physique to begin with. Although he had a body whose muscles were compressed to the limit, his skeleton itself was on the slim side.

Yeon Ho-jeong took out an ax and cut off her hair.

square!

Hair falling in a patter. His hair, which used to fall down to his waist, suddenly became shorter.

Song Xini’s eyes shook with embarrassment.

“Why is your hair…?”

Yeon Ho-jeong wrote a bamboo lip without saying a word. It was big and thick, so it covered up all my short hair.

That wasn’t all. He entrusted the Black Dragon Department and the White Dragon Department to Hwang Seok-tae.

“I’ll be back.”

Slurp.

With those words, Yeonhojeong disappeared from sight.

“This is…?”

I couldn’t figure out how things were going. Song Ha-ni looked blankly at the street.

At that time, Hwang Seok-tae spoke.

“Don’t worry about that person, use luck to correct your internal injuries.”

“But… this job is too dangerous.”

“No matter how dangerous this job is, would it be as dangerous as entering the Mukryongbu as a three-year-old?”

“….”

“That person is the one who did it. “There is no need to worry, especially since this kind of secret struggle has become so enlightened.”

Song Ha-shini’s mouth dropped open.

Hwang Seok-tae chuckled without realizing it.

“No matter what, it’s a great feeling of confidence to leave even the ax to me.”

* * *

The streets were still bustling.

It was far from midnight, but even after midnight, this vitality did not seem to disappear.

Bases and guests lined up left and right. Beyond the alley was the red light district, and there were many shops selling simple snacks as well as fabric stores and leather shoes.

It was a lively street.

‘Really…’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s feelings as she walked down the street with her bamboo hat pressed down were extremely complicated.

‘It’s beyond imagination. If what Song Ha-sini said is true….’

Yeon Ho-jeong knew well how terrible a person could commit in order to lead a war to complete victory.

Someone says You shouldn’t do something so inhumane and immoral. There is a line even in war.

It’s nonsense.

People who have never experienced war always say the least.

However, when war becomes a reality and falls before our eyes, no one will say the least. The word they were crying out for was immediately changed to the word ‘somehow.’

For life, for a home.

Furthermore, for the future.

The reasons vary. The important thing is that the stronger the desire for various reasons, the more capable humans are of committing unimaginably terrible acts.

In the past, the Three Churches were like that, the Murim League was like that, and Heukjeseong was like that too. There was no distinction between black and white or between political and political issues in treating the enemy mercilessly.

but.

‘I didn’t know you would do something like this.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes trembled slightly.

He didn’t expect anything from the Three Bridges. This is because they think they are invaders who will attack and die before they are attacked.

Besides, he had suffered from their cruelty for years. So he did not feel guilty when he killed a member of the Three Churches.

But at least in their previous lives, they hadn’t done something this sticky and vicious. At least that was the case as far as Yeon Ho-jeong knew.

‘In a way, it can be a really effective method.’

The more moral a wartime operation is, the more horrendous and effective the results are.

Now, the Three Religions were attacking Sichuan with a deeper, more vicious, and more deadly trick than before.

‘The damn station was attacked.’

Yeon Ho-jeong realized how they were able to use such a trick and how they were able to capture the leaders of the Gangdaemun faction so quickly.

‘We tried to hide the existence of the three religions as much as possible. This was because if their existence became known to the world, great confusion could result. I thought the time to tell the world about them was when the majority of the Murim were ready to become one.’

I was still thinking that way. It may be difficult, but isn’t it difficult to stop the enemy even if everyone’s minds are united?

But they came in through this gap.

‘Corrupting the leaders of the Kangdaemun faction… Amazing. If everyone in the central circle knew of the existence of the Three Churches, they would never have used this method. Because it will be a serious blow to your morality. This is how big problems will arise in the occupation after victory.’

It was then.

Yeon Ho-jeong did not miss the insidious gaze directed at him.

Slurp.

Yeonhojeong, who had been buried in the crowd, suddenly moved behind the back of the businessman selling leather shoes.

Crump!

Yeon Ho-jeong snapped his neck in one go and crumpled his body under the table.

The streets were still bustling. No one realized that Jang Sachi was dead.

Yeon Ho-jeong shook his hands.

He was a guy who had learned his skills. Also, an assassin.

He naturally blended into people.

‘But we have not yet informed people about the existence of the Three Religions. There are more people who know about their existence than before, but the majority still don’t know. That’s why they were able to sneak in.’

Yeon Ho-jeong sighed.

Slurp.

He blended into the crowd again and appeared on the roof of a tall base building.

On the roof, a masked person was looking down at the street. As he turned his head here and there, he seemed to be looking for Yeon Ho-jeong, who was dressed as Song Ha-sin-ni.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s hand grabbed the masked man’s neck.

Quad deuk!

The masked man stuck out his tongue and fell down.

hook!

Yeon Ho-jeong, who came down to the street at once, was once again buried in the crowd.

‘If you later announce that the Three Churches did such a thing, the depth of truth will change. It may be possible if it is incited, but when looking at the big picture of the war, it cannot be said to be a very important part. When that time comes, everyone will draw their swords and fight.’

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled bitterly.

‘It’s amazing. I don’t know whose brainchild it was, but it was a good hit.’

Sreuk.

Yeon Ho-jeong stopped walking.

‘Dangaju.’

The restaurant came to mind.

In the past, during the time of the Emperor of Darkness, he planted a memorization in his chest.

And now, in this day and age, the Sichuan giant has become a very humane person.

‘I hope it doesn’t collapse.’

It was then.

“It’s not Song Ha.”

Yeon Ho-jeong looked straight ahead.

On a street where people were passing by, a middle-aged woman was glaring at Yeon Ho-jeong.

“Who are you?”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled bitterly.

“He’s an empty firewoodcutter, you bastards.”