Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 582

Episode 582

‘Coffin? Is it a jiangshi?’

The large rectangular coffin lying on its side was an object used in spiritual medicine.

Jin Cheon-hee went inside through the roof out of curiosity.

When I opened the wooden coffin, I found that there was a person inside and an unknown liquid was boiling inside.

“what’s this?”

Gongsun Yong and Prince Han Bing were astonished and their faces turned pale.

Jin Cheon-hee calmly put her hand to her nose.

I felt my breath.

‘Alive?’

I wrapped my hands with the tarp I had brought with me and pulled out the person inside.

When I put my finger on my neck and checked my pulse, I felt it racing.

‘Why not…?’

After thinking about it for a while, I finally smiled bitterly.

“First of all, I don’t think this is done for therapeutic purposes.”

“what?”

Jin Cheon-hee did not answer.

I just went in and checked the house next door and all the other houses.

A pipe of the same shape.

However, the liquid inside was different.

There was an organ diaphragm at the bottom of the pipe, but it was difficult to determine what it was made for with just the chilmageum’s sound holes.

Even if you knew the structure, you couldn’t know it unless you had knowledge of magic.

However, I do know that it definitely has an evil meaning.

“What did you make it for? “Why are people lying in there?”

“Humans of various ages. “Why on earth is this happening?”

“….”

Slurp.

Jin Cheon-hee overturned the coffin containing the child.

An unknown drug leaked out. The drug smelled of blood.

I felt my pulse and realized I was alive.

“Ugh.”

The child let out a moan like a person being held down by scissors.

It looks like you’re having a terrible nightmare.

Jin Cheon-hee woke up the child who was suffering from a nightmare.

The child slowly opens his eyes. A hint of light lingered in his empty eyes.

However, those were not the eyes of an ordinary person.

Eventually, the child opened his mouth.

Surprisingly, it was a very clear tone of voice.

A strange prophecy that is almost like what someone else is saying.

“…Blood lines will guide you to paradise.”

“baby.”

“Blood lines will guide you to paradise. The blood line will descend and guide you to paradise. Free from the shackles of reincarnation, a true paradise of blood will unfold. Let the living worship. Honor the dead. “On the day when the winter ends and the blood moon rises, the

long mourning will end…” At that moment, the child coughs.

My body began to twist strangely.

Scales sprout from the arms.

Jin Cheon-hee quickly tried to stun the child by stabbing him, but the child eventually died, bleeding from his neck.

Urgently try CPR. Press and stimulate the acupuncture points and pour out your internal energy. But there is no answer.

There was no way for a life that died in an instant to come back.

Gongsunyoung grabbed Jin Tianxi’s shoulder with a miserable face.

“Let’s stop. The child is already….”

Quaaaaaang!

At that moment, Jin Cheon-hee couldn’t bear it and punched the wall.

“….”

Gong Son-young barely managed to hold Jin Cheon-hee’s trembling shoulder, as if her tears had dried.

“are you okay? hey. Wake.”

“Sister… I think this is a laboratory.”

“what?”

The thoughts continued to unfold in despair.

“It appears that efforts were made to make even the coffins for each person in each house the same size. Plus drugs. “This medicine has a different smell in each tube…”

Prince Han Bing asked.

“Are you saying it’s a gigantic blood missionary laboratory?”

Jin Cheon-hee nodded and hugged the child who had become a monster.

However, in Prince Hanbing’s eyes, ‘it’ could no longer be called a person.

Its arms were full of scales, and its teeth were closer to those of a lion or tiger than those of a human.

It made me wonder if this is what the legendary monkfish or Rakshasa looked like.

Jin Cheonhee’s lips are trembling.

“sorry. Baby. I shouldn’t have woken you up. sorry.”

This was a child who was suffering from a terrible nightmare.

At the same time, the child was deeply brainwashed.

To the extent that I could only recite doctrine before my consciousness returned and I could distinguish between my friends and my friends.

“Sorry.”

Jin Cheon-hee put the child down on the bed with trembling hands.

It was a bed that had never been used by anyone.

A village with people but no people.

Jin Cheon-hee took a deep breath.

Even in deep self-reproach, blue eyes still dragged me to the next step.

“Can people who are being experimented on return to their original state?”

I collect passages that appeared in the Most High Heavenly Demon.

I struggled to get even a small line mentioning blood missions.

“…First of all… I lost my wit. Most likely, he also lost his soul. So, what remains in the child’s body is white.”

It is usually said that in this martial arts worldview, a person’s soul is divided into soul (?) and white (?).

It is said that after a person dies, the soul ascends to heaven and the soul remains on earth.

In a way, since it is based on yin-yang and the five elements, the human soul also means the harmony of yin-yang.

So, it can be said that when using a sect, the bag that is still in the body is used to raise the corpse.

As a result, I know roughly what happens to the blood missionaries who have no ego among the blood missionaries in the Heavenly Demon from the text of the novel.

“They eat the soul. Leave the bag behind. So, if you recite the same phrase over and over again, there is a possibility that your soul will disappear and you will only be repeating the memories.”

Of course, it could not have been true.

What was shown in the Supreme Heavenly Demon probably wasn’t everything.

These guys can’t just use one method when manipulating people.

In the first place, separating the soul of a living person is a very advanced and laborious spell.

Separating the soul of a living person and brainwashing them is a waste of waste.

‘So it could be some kind of experimental process that I don’t know about. So, if they were brainwashing and modifying the human body to the limit with drugs.’

Jin Cheon-hee may never know, but it could be an experiment of Blood Mission.

There is not a single line mentioned in the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

If the spirit has not been touched, there is a way to return it to its original state…

But if not… If not…

If the great method briefly mentioned in the Supreme Heavenly Demon is used here, these people will never return to the original state again. can’t come back

“It’s similar to making ginger poetry.”

“…It’s even worse than that.”

My hands were shaking.

Can these people be saved?

I don’t know.

In the first place, Yeo Ha-ryun killed everyone without exception to give them rest.

That is the rest of the Demonic Cult.

This world is strong and evil will prevail until the black Maitreya comes down.

For those who do not open their eyes when the time comes, death is freedom.

I don’t know what the black Maitreya means.

Just that good deeds and evil deeds are equally important, and you are the one who walks between them. It’s just that he is a seeker of the dharma that will come to an end someday.

In the eyes of modern people, this too is ultimately a lie.

On the other hand, blood missions.

‘Blood lines will guide you to paradise.’

A story from the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

They want destruction.

That doesn’t simply mean that the world is going to shit.

In human history, there has never been a time when humans did not kill other people and there was never a time when they did not suffer from war and disease.

Now, in its own way, it is a time of celebration of the Peaceful World.

If so, what about the difficult times?

Isn’t it common to hear stories of hungry parents switching their children to eat their children?

So, if that is the goal, blood missions have already been achieved a long time ago.

‘What are the conditions for destruction?’

And what is ‘Paradise of Blood’?

Yeo Ha-Ryun clearly won the fight against Blood Mission.

It meant that they were prevented from reaching ‘Paradise’.

‘When winter ends and the blood moon rises, the long mourning comes to an end…?’

Manghyang (??) means missing one’s hometown.

homesick.

‘Is this just a fanatic spell from a pseudo? Or…’

My mind was complicated.

More than that, I couldn’t take my eyes off the child’s body.

My heart sinks into the deep sea.

Jin Cheon-hee arranged the child’s body neatly.

Then, I suddenly noticed a red dot on the top of my wrist and a dot on the inside of my elbow again.

“what? “It’s a needle mark.”

“hmm?”

“Uh…”

When I took off the child’s clothes, I saw several injection marks in the areas that had not yet mutated.

“Usually, lawmakers don’t use it often. “Do blood missionaries use breaking spells like you?”

At Gongsunyoung’s words, Jin Cheonhee tried to shake her head, but then closed her mouth.

“…I don’t know.”

The protagonist of the Most High Demon simply cut down everything in front of him.

Being tolerant of your enemies is nothing but a luxury.

Listening to the enemy’s circumstances was a waste of time.

That distant, lonely blood road.

Jin Cheon-hee only knows how to kill an opponent, but only the tip of the iceberg is mentioned in detail about how the blood missionaries train their ‘believers’.

‘It’s a needle mark.’

First of all, these were things that had never been seen on the corpses of the remnants of the Blood Mission.

I arrived here by a different route than Yeo Ha-ryun.

Now these people are no longer characters in the novel.

Jin Cheon-hee carefully put the clothes back on the child.

“I don’t even know what kind of group the blood missionaries are.”

Wasn’t he simply a two-dimensional villain in a martial arts novel?

What is ‘Manghyang (??)’?

So, let’s turn the question around.

‘Where do they come from?’

First of all, the hometown of Yocheon-gun, one of the ten thousand counties, was where Odogmun was located.

I will not forget the five readings.

“…Heeya. Cheonhee…. Hey Jin Cheonhee!”

“Ah yes. yes sister!”

“You’re bleeding.”

It seemed like he had been holding his right wrist tightly with his left hand without realizing it. Blood oozed out.

Jin Tianxi thought as he removed his hand.

What is Manghyang?

Why? That word seemed to be a more important clue than the ‘blood paradise’ they first emphasized.

‘What are you guys missing?’

At least I don’t think I’m doing this because of the soybean paste soup my parents made when I was young.

* * *

After that, Jin Cheon-hee searched around the house with a pale complexion.

All the houses with no traces of human habitation had these devices and each coffin.

“I think it’s at least a few thousand. “It’s Cheonhee.”

“How on earth did so many people…”

Prince Hanbing also muttered in a daze.

Jin Cheon-hee answered.

“First of all… the Lord of the North Sea Palace has joined hands with the Blood Mission. “It’s because I didn’t notice.”

Because we relied too much on the original, the original itself became a trap.

Gongsunyoung was dumbfounded and hit Jin Cheonhee and others until they made a loud noise.

“No, as soon as he saw someone, he became a blood missionary, and if we guess that thousands of people are being experimented on in the mine, he is a immortal. “Or he’s mentally ill.”

“Noona Jeon.”

“Ah, shut up! Stop blaming yourself. No matter how much you are a lawmaker or a smart guy, you can’t do something that you can’t do. you are not god You don’t have to be responsible for every death. This shit happened because the Northern Sea Ice Palace Lord turned around! Algan?”

“But….”

Wow!

“Oh go! sister!”

“…but it’s just a judge, blame yourself one more time. “I’m going to be really angry.”

Gongsun Yong felt frustrated.

‘Why on earth does this guy think he’s a god?’

No, the ones who are digging tunnels and experimenting on people are Blood Missionaries and the Lord of the North Sea Ice Palace, so why on earth do they feel guilty?