Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 4 Episode 5+

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-Hao Mun is dangerous.

“Haomen?”

If it’s Hao Mun, it’s black.

-It was they who made it possible for us, as apostates, to find a way to live.

The residents of Gwihongok didn’t feel awkward about their guests.

This big world.

‘They say the ghost wine keeps the world going.’

Other than that, the situation is lacking.

This is Hao Mun.

Black Si was helping them.

-The reason I tested you was because I wanted to know if you were a god.

-If you weren’t Shinma, you should have made sure you had the will to save Haomen.

Gihongokju’s body was slowly tied to a stone pillar and began to enter.

It was clear that he was sealing himself up as the core of the world in exchange for maintaining this huge world.

-You saved Salsu who was trying to kill you, and you also saved me, who drew the sword at you.

A ghost wine that returned to its original form.

-He also has the power to carry out his own will.

“I think it’s because you look at it a lot.”

The bandage tied around the mouth of the ghost groan twitched at Lee Rowoon’s words.

He seemed to be smiling.

-It would have been difficult to see the end even if we clashed with all our might.

According to Rowoon Lee’s words, the ghost wine didn’t show any power.

He is not in perfect condition to maintain the world.

You cannot use your full strength because of your mind that has been shredded for countless years.

-I can’t escape the ghost song.

Silver’s monsters usually did.

They rarely come out of their world.

Whether it’s intentional or unintentional.

“Who are the soul mates?”

-They… .

-You must protect me.

Do you keep the ghost wine?

-There are times when madness soars. Forget everything and run rampant. The ghost hunters must stop me.

The existence that the murderers of the Ghost Song had to kill was originally a Shinma, but now it seems that it is no longer a Shinma.

Ghost wine.

In order to prevent his runaway and protect the world, he is developing the power of killing water.

-Help me.

He said with languid eyes at the earnest request.

“I have no intention of doing anything for you.”

A firm word.

-Really… .

The ghost’s eyes seemed to close, but he didn’t seem to be greatly disappointed.

-I can. I understand.

“Why do I have to ask someone else to protect and find my own?”

“I am Shinma’s disciple.”

Master, Shin Yeo-wool’s disciple.

“Master has inherited everything Master had to me.”

-Such… .

“Even if Hao Mun is an apostate, it is mine. How they treat me is up to me.”

Beneficial, yourself.

“I will save Hao Mun. I don’t want to see anything other than my own ruining it.”

-Thank you.

“What happened… .”

Kang Eun-ha still has a blank face.

“Sorry!”

She soon knelt to Yi-Woon.

“This blunder! With one pair of my arms-!”

It was a bizarre, twisting sight as he quickly pulled out a large sword and was about to slash my left arm.

“Are you going to die?”

“If you say so!”

“Don’t do it!”

Kang Eun-ha gave up on her path at the sound of Lee Rowoon’s annoying cry.

Swag.

The noise from next door made Lee Ro-Won’s fists move quickly.

The political prisoner’s face fell to the ground along with the binge drinking.

“The sin of not protecting the blood horse… 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 .”

The reason they were doing this was simple.

I followed the ghost song to escort the blood horse, but did nothing.

It was a story about asking for the guilt of standing still, even though the ghost was aiming for a profit.

“In the first place, it’s not at a level that you guys can deal with.”

The prairie of nothing.

Lee Rowoon recalled the ghost wine that was trapped in the barrier.

The silver monsters had the skills to be called monsters.

Those who have crossed the border of life and death beyond the prefecture, the realm of superhumans.

They also spent more than a thousand years practicing radish.

‘Two cogs.’

The Heavenly Demon Gods and the Blood Demon Gods.

A level similar to who you are now, having reached the polarity of those two things.

If it was natural, it would have been natural.

They survived thousands of years and practiced only radish.

‘What I’ve learned is that martial arts are improved to clean dishes.’

It’s bound to be different from Shin Yeo-wool’s.

“The brewer is not a bad person, though.”

Yongjin Lee took out something and put it on.

“Because I’m trying my best anyway.”

It was a voice that desperately felt complex emotions.

“To us, they are like parents and teachers. Well, there are some screws missing.”

Yongjin Lee, who had been saying that, finished preparations with the sound of chirping.

“What? Are you going too?”

Kang Eun-ha knew what to do from now on listening to Lee Rowoon.

I thought there would be no support for Ghost Song.

“Yes? What about the songwriter? Go and help.”

Lee Yong-Jin was definitely a hit.

But it didn’t seem like it would help, considering the missing screws or cluttered appearance.

“It will help.”

A man exuding a strange atmosphere came up to him and said,

When Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Ji-su tilted their heads.

“Grain wine.”

Lee Ron recognized him and said,

The spirit of ghosts.

Obviously, Gokju’s body was sealed inside, but it appeared by borrowing the body of one of the villagers through supremacy.

“Even if he sees him like that, he’s the only one other than Bugokju.”

“Boo, Bugokju? A ghost song?”

I was surprised to hear that Lee Yong-jin was a Bugokju because he was Kang Eun-soo, who had seen the skill of the ghost wine.

“The slayers of the ghost song are extremely reluctant to unleash their power. Especially… .”

Lee Yong-jin shrugs at the words of the ghost song.

“That guy’s cheon-blood flag is bigger than anyone else’s, so I put a ban on it myself.”

“Can you do it?”

This time, the bridegroom said while looking at Lee Rowoon.

“At that time, Master must have thought that it was close to impossible to teach someone. But now it is different.”

The unfinished aura, cheonhyeolgi.

“I’ve already written some hands.”

He was able to control that celestial stage.

To alleviate and reduce side effects.

“If she can use her best, then she is a priestess of the blood cult. I will be no less than you.”

Kang Eun-ha’s eyes lit up at Gok-ju’s words.

It was also Kang Eun-ha’s love for victory before she was a goddess.

“It is an unforgivable sin to threaten a blood demon. However, as Mujin Kang Eun-ha, I am grateful for the grace of Gokju.”

Kang Eun-ha speaks while taking power.

While Lee Rowoon and Gok-ju were fighting, Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Jeong-su, who had been enthralled, had a conversation with some of the spirits of Gok-ju.

In that story, Eun-ha Kang and Jeong-su Jeong achieved enlightenment.

‘Cheonhyeolgi.’

Since it was a ghost wine that mastered the mixed martial arts of Cheonmagi and Hyolmagi, which was taught by her teacher, Yeo-wool Shin himself, it was able to convey a meaningful realization to Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Ji-soo, who are now starting to deal with Heolmagi and Cheonmagi.

“I’m glad it was helpful. and… .”

The ghost wine master saw a benefit.

“I don’t think I can do anything for you.”

A ghost wine that has lived for more than a thousand years.

The radish he honed and polished would be helpful to anyone who had reached the same level.

“You… .”

-Because you seem to be in a place that cannot be compared to me.

There is nothing I can do about him.

Lee Rowoon nodded and said.

“I’m leaving without delay.”

Hao Mun said it was dangerous.

You may already be under attack.

“The Bugokju will guide you.”

It looked like the Daejeon of the Imperial Palace.

A squeaky voice.

“It’s too flashy for mean gisaengs and geeks to live in.”

The fierce and sharp voice filled with dissatisfaction and rang out.

“Isn’t it?”

At the end of the war, his question was passed on to the man behind his droopy feet.

The flames soaring outside the open door lit up for a moment.

“I left you all alone because it was helpful to us.”

The man looked all over Daejeon and said.

“Even the bugs have a role to play. You can filter out the information you buy or sell to anyone, or the group of weightlifters that you are partnering with.”

“Weightlifting.”

A clear voice echoed from behind.

“Since when did Eun become an imperial palace?”

The man laughed at the voice he heard, and the voice continued.

“Does Hoeju consider himself emperor?”

“The silver is ruined.”

A man who answers.

“There is no imperial palace. There is no Manmin. Only the uninhabited have survived the destruction.”

“Is there a law against becoming emperor?”

“The people to rule are the uninhabited, and the world is not overflowing with garbage to live for.”

A number that cannot be compared with the people of silver in the past.

Insects overflowing even after killing them.

There were so many people on Earth.

“Hoeju will become emperor. Just like the madhus of that western region.”

“Crazy.”

“Why not?”

The man’s eyes gleamed eerily.

“In the past, Shinma was also a warrior, but wasn’t he a king?”

The clear voice filled with anger and rang out in Daejeon.

Blood runs down the man’s mouth.

It was an internal wound from Ilgal.

“Don’t put his name in a dirty mouth!”

“Anyway… .”

said the man who wiped his lips.

“Aren’t you also apostates?”

When the cold voice shakes your feet again.

“Stop it.”

A well-dressed man entered Daejeon with a tired face.

“If I provoked Munju-sama any more… .”

A man who looks like a cold-blooded person, but also looks like an office worker.

“I can’t stand it any longer.”

It was Hasemin.

“Keep your promise.”

The man nodded at Ha Se-min’s cold voice.

“Cancer, whose word is that?”

The man smiled and started walking away.

“Keep in mind that Haomen’s fate is at stake with you, the Black Shi King.”

The man who said so tapped Ha Se-min on the shoulder and passed by.

“Keep in mind… summer solstice.”

Ha Se-min said while biting her lip towards the missing man.

He knelt down in front of his wobbly feet.

“Moonju. my god.”

Ha Se-min, twisted in anger, said as he threw his head down to the ground.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

The question is whether I have to go through all this disgrace.

A voice came from behind my feet, from which I had not heard an answer for a long time.

“The new horse tile is absolute.”

“Damn-!”

Hasemin shouted.

“What is a Shinma!”

I am Ha Se-min, who was born in Haomun and rose to the position of departmentalist.

But Moonju didn’t tell him everything.

It wasn’t just me.

Everyone in Hao Mun doesn’t know the truth.

This is the price.

“The truth that only Moonju knows… .”

The world of Haomun on fire.

“It is leading us to hell.”

He led them into the world of Haomun.

All these four months happened in one small tile they brought.

The risk of collapse and loss of what has been built up.

“I will. If it is the path Munju has set.”

Ha Se-min had no choice but to follow.

When Ha Se-min, who said that, left Daejeon.

“The only choice is to walk to him… .”

Hao Moon-ju and Ha-jin’s clear voices echoed hollowly.

“He really… Be the one you’ve been waiting for.”