Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 167

no! Even if you do, you do it too much! (4)

"Oh no, what does all this mean?"

Wiripsan, the crown prince of Hwayeongmun, looked ahead with a bewildered face.

Suddenly, unseen soldiers poured out of Namyeong, and the disciples of the volcano turned on their lights and ran out. In such a yard, it was impossible for him to suck his fingers and look around, the ruler of a military officer whose name represents Hwayoung.

Because of that, even Wilip Mountain, who did not know the English language, hurriedly led his disciples to the place where the crowds gathered.

When we arrived at the sword-gun on the only mountain road up here, many people were screaming in anger.

"It's no use coming here now! The shamans and others have already entered and blocked the entrance."

"Did you say you blocked the entrance?"

"The last wicked bastard that went in knocked down the entrance! I've never seen such a damn bastard in my life! Ew!"

Sadly, Wilipsan could guess who the little guy who got into the last one was with just two words: wicked and damned.

And before he could grasp the situation, the mountain began to vibrate with the sound of shaking the axis.

"Hey, what's this?"

"I'm falling! Get out of here right now! Now!"

"Oh my God, what happened?"

Those who looked at the entrance of the sword gun without giving up their regrets, and those who planned to loot after waiting because there is a high probability that they will come back here no matter who gets new recruits.

Everyone, including you, hurriedly retreated back in panic.

and.

Curl rumble!

With a roar as if the sky was collapsing, the entire ground around the entrance of the sword began to sink.

"Huh huh?"

"Three, my God!"

Those who have retreated are terrified, sticking their heads out and looking at the collapsed place. At least a dozen or more seems to have gone out.

Who will be down there?

'Never survive.'

Even if you are uninhabited, a person is a person. There are things you can handle and things you can't. This was clearly the latter.

No matter how powerful and famous the people who have descended, they are mere people of flesh and blood under this kind of collapse.

"I can't believe it, this place is collapsing...!"

"Well, then what happened to the recruits?"

"It's a new recruit and Nabal, it's all over. Only those who went inside for nothing have become pitiful."

The disappointment that new recruits could not be found forever, and the relief that even those who were not me, could not get new recruits intersected in a complicated way.

However, the feelings that Wilipsan felt were none of the two.

"Oh, no……."

He looked at the broken sword with his wide-open eyes that seemed to tear apart, and then he collapsed on the spot.

"Hey, this can't be."

This should not be the case.

At least they shouldn't die here.

'Now, the future of the volcano is starting to show... … .'

Of course, there will be many more disciples besides those who have come here. But Wilipsan knows. Even if a volcano is a place where talented people come from, there will be no substitute for those who have come here.

Especially the Volcanic God Dragon.

There is no one who can replace Qingming. Because raising such a person is not something that is raised.

"How could this..."

It was Wiripsan who regretted not being able to dry them again. No matter how many disciples they came from the main mountain of Hwasan, Wiripsan was a master who did not even dare to mix their hands, but they overlooked the fact that they had little experience in becoming a strongman.

'I should have said it could be dangerous.'

Of course, I don't know if you've heard of it, but at least I wouldn't have regretted it so much now.

Wilipsan's eyes suddenly became hazy as he remembered what Cheongmyung had said to me.

"Look, the Volcanic God Dragon... didn't you say that you would put the Hwayeongmun on the rock?"

He spoke as if he was willing to carry the future of the volcano on his shoulders, but what kind of incident is this?

"……father."

Unable to even think of wiping away his tears, Wei Lip Shan turned his head to look at what he had done.

"...I don't know if it's okay to say this, but the probability of surviving in there is..."

Weip Shan shook his head with a sad face.

"People are just people."

"Still, you don't know. If you dig it right now!"

"Sorry."

Wilipsan let out a deep sigh. Even the sadness can't be helped, but you have to accept the reality anyway.

"I understand your mind, but stop making up your mind now."

"but……."

Wei Sohaeng looked at the broken sword with a face that could not let go of his regrets.

Of course, he also knows what he is doing. That you can't survive in there anyway. However, thinking about the disciples of Huashan with whom he had been until now, he could not give up his regrets.

"Even the sky doesn't care..."

Wei So Haeng covered his eyes and sobbed lowly.

It was then.

"Damn it, they're all dead! It's better!"

"If we can't get it anyway, it's better that nobody gets it! It's crazy to think that shamans and other sects must have died down there!"

"Ah. It's empty! It's empty!"

Wei Sohaeng's face turned red with anger at the radical reaction he heard from all over the place.

"I!"

"Leave it alone."

"Father Hana! Isn't that so arrogant?"

“Kangho is the original place.”

“……”

Wilipsan put on a bitter expression.

Kang-ho is ruthless. Thousands of people rejoice in the misfortunes of others and slander those who have them. Even here, there are people who are prepared to harm others in order to get new recruits. There is no one who can pray for the rest of the dead.

If there were people who came out of there with new recruits, they would have to fight again with them. He is very tired and has new recruits, so he has no prey.

And if I had seen other people get recruits and return safely in the first place, I wouldn't have been protecting them here.

It might be fortunate that Nam-young was stained with blood and Kang-ho didn't have a new bloodshed.

But the young Wei Sohaeng could not stand it.

"Isn't that too harsh?"

For a moment, the eyes around him were focused on Wei So-haeng.

"People may have died, but that's a bummer! Is that what a person with a sore throat would say?"

"What else is that bastard?"

"I don't know. He seems to be a young man who doesn't know anything about the world. Baby, Arthur. Then he dies."

"profit!"

It was at the moment when Wei So Haeng was so moved that he was about to refute it.

Weip Shan sighs and blocks his son's front.

"I am Wiripsan, the owner of Namyoung Hwayeongmun."

"...Hwayeongmun?"

"Is there such a place?"

Wilipsan ignored their reaction and opened his mouth.

"Those who have nothing to gain, please go back. The residents of Namyeong are trembling with anxiety because of the powerful men who have flocked to them."

"What is that, you're telling us this and that!"

"With what qualifications, the Munju of the clan that has never been heard of!"

He said it politely, but when only the insult returned, Wilipsan's face was also distorted.

He was just trying to be as patient as possible. Judging from the fact that his stomach is turned upside down, if Wilipsan was more than the above, it would have been worse, but it would not have been worse. Finally, an anger erupted from his mouth.

"I told you not to insult the deceased and get out of here right now! I'm putting up with wanting to tear your mouths open!"

"Huh?"

"Is that guy crazy?"

"Even if I'm in there, it looks like it's dead. Giggles."

Wei Lie San grabbed the handle of his sword around his waist.

At the very least, keeping them from insulting the dead in the sword gun will be the greatest tribute he can send to the disciples of the volcano.

He was just about to scream.

cock cock.

Wisohaeng stabs Wiripsan's back.

"Don't discourage me! I've been patient enough! I can't stand the words and actions of those ruthless writers any longer!"

"Oh, Father! It's not that. Me, over there! Over there!"

"Yes?"

Wilip San turned his head. His gaze glanced at Wei So Haeng once, then moved slowly to follow where his fingertips were pointing.

'Yes?'

Wei Sohaeng pointed to the middle of the broken sword gun.

No, why is that?

It was then.

Excited!

"Huh?"

Wilip Mountain rolled his eyes.

'Did I see it wrong?'

I must have just seen the excitement of that place... … .

Excited!

"Whoa!"

Wiripsan's eyes grew as bright as a candle.

This time it was never wrong. It was clearly upsetting.

'Stand, please... … !'

It was the moment when Wiripsan was about to jump down.

Whoops!

Something pierced the floor with a dull sound. It didn't take long before he realized that it was actually a human arm.

stutter stutter.

The arm that has risen through the floor begins to groan slowly around it. And finally… … .

Paaaaaah!

Earth and sand sprung up in all directions, and someone protruded from within.

"Oh oh oh oh! I almost fell for it!"

familiar voice.

familiar face.

And it was a more familiar, irritable tone of voice.

"My wife, Qingming Dojo!"

Wiripsan jumped to the floor without delay. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he ran to Cheongmyeong.

Cheongmyeong, who he thought would have died, eventually survived and escaped his sword gun.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I don't know what they're talking about, but Qingming uses evil and points a few times towards the sky.

Then another voice came from inside the hole.

"Get out of here! You bastard!"

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving now!"

Cheongmyung crawled out, wearing an arrogant expression. Then, one after another, the disciples of the volcano crawl out.

"Turn it off."

“It was really close.”

"If I go back into a cave or underground, I'm not a human."

As soon as the disciple of the volcano, who had become like a beggar, came out, they collapsed to the floor. It is a sight that can give you an idea of how hard it was to get out of there.

Unable to control his emotions, Wiripsan rushed to the disciples of Hwasan and hugged them tightly.

Confused because they did not understand the English language, the disciples of the volcano opened their eyes wide and saw Mt. Wirip.

"Huh! Why is this man like this?"

"What, Moonju?"

Wilipsan said in a trembling voice.

"It's good. It's good! Everyone really… it's really good to come back!"

Cheongmyeong and Baekcheon scratched their heads awkwardly. Anyway, it's nice to have someone to welcome you.

"Ahhh! Volcanic God Dragon! Me! Pull me out! My leg is stuck."

"Oh, that beggar man! Really!"

Cheongmyung raised Hong Dae-gwang, who was struggling with his teeth. Along with him, the open islands hanging from Hong Dae-kwang protrude one after another like a sweet potato at the root.

"Oh! Come out separately! It's heavy!"

Cheong-myeong was annoyed, but Hong-dae-gwang seemed to have no energy to respond, and as soon as he came out, he lay down on the floor.

"Heo Eok! Heo Eok! Really... I really thought I was going to die. Really..."

Starting with the volcano and the opening, the survivors began to crawl out from the inside. After everyone came out, the shaman came out last.

Heo San-ja looked up at the sky with a slightly disappointed face.

"...you'll see the sun again."

He thought he was going to die.

If Qingming had not been able to show his wits in a moment of crisis, he would have been really dead. It was such a crisis situation.

But the crisis was not over yet.

Seeing those who had been armed with swords escape, the crowd collapsed and began to encircle the hollowed-out pit.

Sanja Heo frowned at the vicious momentum.

and… … .