Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor

Chapter 292

Episode 292:

I never even thought about it.

The source of the oracle bone was the remark of the leader of the Demonic Cult.

‘under.’

I burst out laughing at the absurdity.

In other words, doesn’t it mean that in order to unravel the secrets related to the return, we must eventually reveal the Heavenly Demon Palace?

‘It’s a prerequisite for extreme evil.’

My head was pounding.

I wondered if this was how a peddler felt as he stood before his eyes with the passageway blocked by falling rocks.

‘Let’s summarize.’

Still, it wasn’t that there was absolutely no income.

Some questions were clearly resolved.

First of all, if I were to list only the facts that were clearly revealed, it would be as follows

. The purpose of Muyeongsintu’s creation of Bidong was to store the oracle bone, which has mysterious powers.

2. The fact that Hao Wen-ju and I learned about the future was the result of the power of the oracle bone being revealed.

三. The source of the oracle bone is Ma Gyoju’s notes.

On the other hand, to summarize the questions that have not yet been resolved and that have newly arisen, it was as follows

. Why is it me and Hao Wen Zhou?

2. Am I really a precognitive person and not a regressor?

3. If the oracle bone originally belonged to the Demonic Cult, would the current Demonic Cult leader know that I am a returnee

? For what reason did Reporter Cheon join hands with Muyeongshintu?

The first question came to mind when I met Hao Wen-ju in Hunan.

[Cause and effect exist in everything in the world. So, what is the reason that you and I experienced this strange phenomenon?]

[In other words, I met my end while investigating the same place in the same area at the same time as you.] There

was definitely a common denominator between him and me.

Two people who died in the same place at the same time saw the same future.

It was too elaborate to be a coincidence.

‘But in other words, that’s it.’

It is true that they have something in common, but that cannot be the answer to the first question.

At that time, the number of Murim people who died near Bidong reached three digits.

Right now, four elders belonging to the three groups of Hyeolcheondae (血天隊), Ten Thousand Demon Palace (萬魔宮), and the second and fourth brothers lost their lives by my hands.

But why was the power of the oracle bone transmitted only to me and Hao Wenju?

Were two people simply chosen at random?

Otherwise, is there some birth secret between Hao Wenju and me?

[Do you also have memories of your past life?]

[Memories of your past life?]

[I am asking if you returned to the past with memories of the future.] [

I see. It seems you consider yourself to have regressed, right?]

The answer to the second question was actually available.

‘Hao Wenju seems to have decided that I have the same precognitive abilities as him.’

My thoughts were different.

I assure you that I was a regressor, not a prophet.

I decided that there was no need to correct the misunderstanding, so I did not refute it.

‘Contemplation and experience are completely different.’

If I had simply possessed knowledge, I would never have reached this level at the age of just over a year old.

Also, the reason I was able to use the Poking Sleep Demonic Attack with maximum efficiency in the fight against the Blood Witch was thanks to my experience using it in my previous life.

‘There was also content in Muyeongsintu’s memoir that seemed to suggest a return.’

For example, the phrase, ‘If I go back to the past, this time I will save everyone.’

[The person who killed Future Day is a man you know well.]

[Are you the leader of the Demon Cult?]

[You’re quick-witted. At the time, I was gathering information about Muyeongsintu’s secrets and was killed by his hands without even knowing what was going on.] The

third question came to mind while reading Muyeongsintu’s handwriting.

How much does Master Ma really know?

If you think about it, the Demon Cultist in his previous life reacted uncharacteristically oversensitive when the rumor about Muyeongshintu’s secret mission spread.

He dispatched a number of people, including me, to investigate, and even went as far as to come to Aan himself.

‘The cult leader probably knew that the stolen oracle bone was hidden in Muyeongsintu’s secret cavity.’

At least he must have heard the story from the previous religious leader.

However, I wasn’t sure if he knew that the power contained in the oracle bone had already been used up and that I had returned as a result.

‘Even if you’re not sure, there’s a high possibility that you have some suspicion.’

A rapid onset that is not appropriate for one’s age.

A move that seems to know the future.

Since this much judgment material was given, it was expected that the religious leader would have noticed to some extent.

The reason why he was so wary of me and kept a close eye on me to the point where I thought it was excessive, and the reason why he dispatched the Youngeumdae to plot my assassination, may also have something to do with it.

“That Soju has a crush on me.”

“yes? What is that...”

“I’m telling you this in case you misunderstand, but I’m not talking about liking you as a friend or colleague.”

Tang Seo-yeon’s face showed a look of bewilderment.

The sight of her wandering around, unable to find anything to say, couldn’t have been more cute.

I stopped in place, took a breath, looked straight into her eyes, and spoke the words I had prepared.

“Sozer. “Would you like to meet me on the condition that you marry me?”

“...!”

* * *

At the same time, the Sima family in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province.

“Aaaah!”

Someone’s desperate scream echoed loudly inside the enclosed space.

Sima Shihwan covered his ears with both hands and frowned.

He clicked his tongue and muttered.

“There really is no such thing as a monster. “I can’t believe you’re so excited even though you’re banned from performing internal exercises.”

“An absolute expert is not an absolute expert for nothing.”

A snickering sound followed.

There was an uncomfortable look in Sima Seju’s eyes as he glanced at the man sitting on the wall.

I told him several times that having outsiders would interfere with his work, but he never seemed to have any intention of listening.

“What a delightful sight. “This inhumane thing is happening in the middle of the Baekdo Murim sphere of influence.”

“It was not Confucius who ordered me to do this.”

“So the current situation is all because of me? That’s funny. “Whenever you accept it without much hesitation.”

“.......”

“By the way, is it impossible to manufacture a strong poem?”

“I am not God. “I don’t know of any convenient way to manipulate a corpse to do what I want.”

“According to tradition, the Demonic Cult of the past performed many strong poems...”

“Tradition is just tradition. “There are a lot of absurd stories that have no reality.”

“Speaking of that, when I provided the recipe for raw ginger, there was an immediate positive response, didn’t it?”

“Because I decided it was quite possible. “Resurrecting the dead is God’s domain, but brainwashing the living is no different.”

“Hmm.”

A man wearing a gray long robe, the Laughing Demon Lord, let out a strange sound.

At that moment, the old man kneeling in the middle of the huge formation shook his shoulders as if in a fit.

“Whoa! Argh!”

For a while, he shook his bound body and screamed.

In the end, the old man’s new body became limp as if it had drank water.

It seemed like he was quite mentally shocked as he passed out with foam at the mouth.

Sima Seohwan gave instructions to Gasol with a hand gesture as if he had been waiting.

A warrior with a majestic physique left the room carrying the old man on his back, and the waiting monks retrieved the fetish.

“Kk!Khahahaha!”

Sosalmagun, who was shaking his shoulders and laughing, suddenly burst into laughter.

Sima Seohwan stared at him like he was crazy.

‘What’s so funny?’

If I were to briefly summarize and explain the ‘work’ taking place here, it would be as follows.

After restraining the body with divination, their physical strength is reduced through harsh torture.

The subject’s mind is destroyed by administering drugs and putting him/her in an infinite hell realized by Jinbeop.

At the same time, there is constant brainwashing.

To become a doll that faithfully follows its master’s orders.

‘Anyway, these things are called demons.’

I couldn’t understand it at all.

I didn’t even want to understand.

To what extent does one have to be mentally broken to feel joy while watching this terrible work?

“I’m looking forward to it.”

As if what I was laughing about just a moment ago was a lie.

Sosalma-kun, with a cold expression on his face, muttered as he left the secret room.

“How amazing is ginger poetry made from Changgui?”

* * *

Three years and half a year passed.

Spring at the age of twenty-five.

I swept aside the mobsters lined up in the office and said with a smile on my face.

“I’m sure everyone is expecting this, but the reason we’ve gathered you all together today is to say goodbye.”

“.......”

“Everyone has had a hard time working under a strict boss.”

Finally, the day of moving to Maeng’s headquarters arrived.