Chapter 261 â Clue (1)-Stab!
âUuugh!â
Gyeom-chang let out a pained groan as the needle pierced through the center of his toenail.
He wanted to scream in agony, but he couldnât even do that because of the ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth.
He had tried to steel himself, but he couldnât endure the relentless pain.
He prided himself on having a strong willpower that could cross the threshold, but it took less than a quarter of an hour for it to crumble.
âMmph⦠mmm⦠mmâ¦â
âWhat was that?â
-Yank!
Mok Gyeong-un pulled the ball of cloth out of his mouth.
Gyeom-chang barely managed to speak, exhaling rough breaths.
âHaa⦠haa⦠plea⦠please⦠kill⦠kill meâ¦â
âThatâs the fifth time now. Itâs still too early.â
-Stuff!
âMmph.â
Mok Gyeong-un shoved the ball of cloth back into his mouth.
Then he slowly pushed another needle next to his toenail.
-Stab!
âUuugh.â
Gyeom-chang writhed in pain, appealing for mercy.
However, Mok Gyeong-un, without even a change in his expression, shook and tilted his toenail with the inserted needle.
Unable to bear the suffering, Gyeom-chang eventually lost consciousness.
-Slump!
Just as his head was about to droop downâ¦
-Slap!
Mok Gyeong-un slapped his forehead with his palm, forcing it back up.
With this, Gyeom-chang, who had been about to faint, regained his senses.
Upon waking up, Gyeom-changâs heart nearly stopped at the sight of Mok Gyeong-unâs face through his hazy vision.
For a fleeting moment, he wished he wouldnât wake up again, but that was a futile hope.
âThis⦠this guy is truly a demon.â
He had never seen someone so vicious before.
He himself had interrogated others many times, but he had never gone this far.
This guy was torturing him to the brink of death, not giving him any chance to rest or reprieve.
It was as if he was venting his anger.
So he had no choice but to desperately wish for death.
After all, with both arms severed and his body so ruined, he realized that death was the only rest.
âMmmâ¦â
He mumbled in a feeble voice.
Then, without a word, Mok Gyeong-un ripped off one of the toenails he had stabbed with needles.
-Rip!
âUuugh.â
The human body was truly amazing.
Even though the pain continued, one would think he would get used to it, but that wasnât the case at all.
Each new pain only compounded the existing pain, multiplying the suffering.
Mok Gyeong-un sweetly whispered into his ear.
âYou want to die, donât you?â
ââ¦â
âDonât you want to close your eyes peacefully like this?â
ââ¦â
It was indescribably strange.
Never had the words about letting him die sounded so sweet.
If only he could escape this pain right now, he felt like he could do anythingâ¦
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At that moment, Gyeom-chang bit down on the ball of cloth filling his mouth.
For a moment, he had weakened and almost succumbed to the guyâs temptation.
No matter how painful it was, he couldnât do anything for the one torturing him and driving him to death.
Then, through his hazy vision, he saw Mok Gyeong-unâs face.
The corners of his mouth were stretched to his ears.
-Shudder!
The moment he saw this, a chill ran down Gyeom-changâs spine.
Even as he was struggling to muster his resolve, Mok Gyeong-un wasnât showing disappointment but rather joy.
Why the hell was he so happy?
Why was he smiling with such a demonic face?
As he was filled with questionsâ¦
-Shwip!
Mok Gyeong-un placed his hand on his shoulder and gently whispered.
âIâm glad. I was worried you might weaken and give up.â
âWhat?â
âPlease endure a little longer. I want to see you suffer and be in agony. The night is still very long, after all.â
â!!!!!!â
The moment he heard those words, Gyeom-chang felt like his heart would shatter from pain.
It seemed that what this guy wanted wasnât simply to extract the desired information from him.
He was enjoying his pain and suffering itself.
âDemon⦠This guy is a demon who crawled up from the depths of hell, the embodiment of evil.â
He couldnât think of it any other way.
As fear engulfed his entire body and mind, the resolve he had built up crumbled in an instant.
Even if he endured, who would acknowledge it?
In the end, wouldnât everything end with his death?
At that moment, he choked up.
Why did he alone have to suffer like this?
Even if he maintained his loyalty and righteousness here and died in agony until the very end, would they even know?
In the end, even if he died, wouldnât they be the only ones enjoying the glory and benefits?
As his thoughts reached this point, Gyeom-changâs body went limp as if he had given up.
âHmm. It would be troublesome if you gave up already.â
ââ¦â
Seeing Gyeom-changâs limp and unresponsive state, Mok Gyeong-un clicked his tongue as if disappointed.
He had hoped for him to endure a little longer, but it seemed meaningless now.
So he removed the ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth.
-Yank!
âHaa⦠haaâ¦â
As the ball of cloth was removed, Gyeom-chang feebly opened his mouth, catching his breath.
âWhaa⦠yoo waa⦠juss⦠tell me⦠I won⦠endoo⦠anymoreâ¦â
-Grab!
âUgh?â
At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un gripped his jaw.
Then, with one hand, he fixed his head in place and pushed his jaw inward and upward.
With thatâ¦
-Crack!
Along with the sound of bones creaking, Gyeom-changâs dislocated jaw joint was realigned.
Not only were all his teeth broken when his face was torn, but his jaw joint was also dislocated.
Thatâs why he couldnât pronounce properly.
But now that his jaw joint was realignedâ¦
âLetâs talk now.â
âHaa⦠haa⦠juss⦠how muchâ¦â
Although his pronunciation was still slurred due to his missing teeth, it was at a level that could be understood better than before.
However, he wasnât happy at all.
In the end, whether this way or that, he had to tell the guy what he wanted to hear in order to meet his death comfortably.
But before that, there was one question he wanted to resolve.
ââ¦Before answering⦠I want to ask⦠one thing.â
âIt seems youâre not ready yet.â
At that question, Mok Gyeong-un tried to shove the ball of cloth back into his mouth.
Gyeom-chang was startled and hurriedly spoke.
âI, I was just curious about how the Sichuan Dang Family managed to uncover our existence.â
âSichuan Dang Family?â
At his words, Mok Gyeong-un furrowed his brows.
What was this about now?
Why was this guy suddenly associating him with the Sichuan Dang Family?
As he was puzzled, Gyeom-chang cautiously said:
âIn the current martial world, the only ones who have reached the level of Poison Master are Guyang Sa-oh, the Eight Poison Snake Staff, and Dang Inhae, the Head of the Sichuan Dang Family, the Thousand Poison Hands.â
âSo?â
âAmong them, Guyang Sa-oh⦠couldnât possibly be here, so naturally, the only one left is the Thousand Poison Hands.â
âWhy do you assert that Guyang Sa-oh wouldnât be here?â
âThatâsâ¦â
Seeing him hesitate, Mok Gyeong-unâs eyes narrowed.
Thanks to his attitude, he could easily figure out one thing.
âAh. You seem to know Guyang Sa-oh very well. Or perhaps heâs on your side.â
ââ¦â
âDamn it. I did something stupid.â
At Mok Gyeong-unâs words, Gyeom-chang blamed his own foolishness.
He didnât need to mention Guyang Sa-oh of the Eight Poison Snake Staff, but in trying to confirm that his guess was correct, he ended up revealing unnecessary information.
âDonât worry. Iâm not particularly interested in this. Rather, thereâs something else Iâd like you to tell me.â
âSomething else?â
âThe mark on your scabbard, what is it?â
At this question, Gyeom-chang furrowed his brows.
He thought the guy was asking because he knew something about the mark, but did he not know anything?
But then Mok Gyeong-un pressed down hard on his shoulder and said:
-Squeeze!
âUgh.â
âIâd like you to answer immediately when asked. Donât try to be clever.â
âIt, itâs a mark symbolizing the organization.â
âOrganization?â
âYe⦠yes.â
âAs I thought, it is a group.â
This aligned almost perfectly with his expectations.
So Mok Gyeong-un asked another question.
âI understand it symbolizes an organization, but what does this mark actually mean?â
ââ¦Thatâsâ¦â
âThis wonât do. It seems youâre not ready yet.â
As he said that, Mok Gyeong-un tried to shove the ball of cloth back into his mouth.
Gyeom-chang was startled and hurriedly spoke.
âI, I donât know the exact meaning either. I only know that it adds one to two.â
âAdds one to two?â
What did that mean?
Mok Gyeong-un ruminated on those words.
Since he said it adds one to two, the part that was originally [äº] with the lower part of the stroke being longer indeed meant two (äº).
But what did it mean to add one vertically penetrating the line?
âWhy not just add one horizontally?â
That way, it would become the character three (ä¸), and the meaning would make sense.
But why did they say it had that meaning when the line penetrated vertically?
Was there a hidden meaning?
âThereâs also the character three (ä¸), so do you really think that makes sense?â
ââ¦I really donât know. I was just told that something that couldnât exist was added.â
âSomething that couldnât exist was added?â
âHmm.â
Mok Gyeong-un stroked his chin.
It was too vague, so it was difficult to understand the meaning just from this.
But it didnât matter.
If he found out what they were doing, the answer would naturally come out.
So Mok Gyeong-un tried to ask what he was most curious about.
This was the most urgent matter above all else.
âIs the one called Ghost Blade also on your side?â
â!?â
At those words, Gyeom-changâs expression slightly distorted.
âIt seems so.â
âWho the hell is this guy?â
The reason Gyeom-chang reacted this way was that until now, no one had ever figured out that Ghost Blade was related to them.
To the flustered Gyeom-chang, Mok Gyeong-un said what he wanted to ask the most.
âWhen Ghost Blade kills someone or something, does he leave your organizationâs mark?â
âWhen he kills someone or something?â
âYes.â
If this was confirmed, the culprit would undoubtedly be Ghost Blade.
Mok Gyeong-un stared intently at Gyeom-chang.
However, to Mok Gyeong-unâs question, Gyeom-chang gave a completely unexpected answer.
âDo you think that makes sense?â
âWhat?â
âWhy would he leave a mark if he deliberately killed someone?â
ââ¦What do you mean by that?â
âThe dead canât speak. And a dead corpse is meant to rot and disappear. But our organization doesnât leave traces. So why would we leave a mark on someone we killed?â
â!?â
At those words, one of Mok Gyeong-unâs eyebrows raised.
That was because what this guy said wasnât wrong, even if he was lying.
There was no reason for a secretive organization to leave traces as if boasting.
So Mok Gyeong-un asked:
âThen why did they leave such a mark on those they killed or someone?â
ââ¦I think thereâs some misunderstanding.â
âMisunderstanding?â
âWe donât leave our organizationâs mark on those we have already killed. And the one who leaves such a mark as a scar isâ¦â
âThe one who leaves it is?â
âOnly the one you know as Ghost Blade.â
-Pak!
As soon as he finished speaking, Mok Gyeong-un grabbed Gyeom-chang by the collar, pulled him close, and said in a menacing voice:
âAre you messing with me right now? Youâre saying Ghost Blade left a mark on someone who was already dead, and you want me to believe that?â
âIt, itâs not a lie. Ghost Blade leaving that mark is a kind of warning.â
âWarning? What does that mean?â
âI donât know exactly either. I just heard that Ghost Blade leaves such scars as a warning to those involved in our affairs. If they ignore the warning, he makes them pay with their lives and erases the scarâ¦â
-Bam!
âUgh.â
Before he could even finish speaking, Mok Gyeong-un pushed him to the floor.
Startled, Gyeom-chang said:
âItâs true.â
âIâve already confirmed that he left the scar and then killed someone, yet you keep trying to deceive me.â
âLeft the scar and then killed? How could that be?â
âHow could that be? I saw it with my own eyes.â
âThatâs impossible. Didnât I tell you? Why would Ghost Blade leave a trace that could be tracked or used as a clue in such a place? This is⦠aaaagh.â
A scream of pain burst out from Gyeom-changâs mouth.
Mok Gyeong-unâs fingers had dug into his collarbone.
As he was suffering like this, Mok Gyeong-unâs eyes narrowed to the point of sharpness.
ââ¦He doesnât leave traces on the dead?â
Mok Gyeong-unâs mind became complicated.
Based on the clues he had pursued so far, Ghost Blade should be the one who killed him.
But Ghost Blade said he doesnât leave traces on the dead.
Yet there was a scar-like mark left on his dead grandfatherâs body.
âIt wasnât left a long time ago.â
The blood on the scar was clear evidence that the wound was inflicted at the moment of death.
But this guy was strongly denying it.
That meant one of two things.
Either this guy was lying to deceive him, orâ¦
ââ¦Could it be?â
The focus of Mok Gyeong-unâs pupils shrank.
Eventually, Mok Gyeong-un grabbed Gyeom-changâs collarbone with his fingers and pulled him close.
Directly grabbing the bone and pulling, it couldnât be anything but painful.
âAaaargh!â
Regardless, Mok Gyeong-un asked:
âIf Ghost Blade is from your organization, you should at least know well whether he killed someone or not, right?â
At this question, the suffering Gyeom-chang shook his head vigorously.
âAaagh. I, I donât know.â
âShall I make you know?â
âItâs true. We are a cell organization to begin with, so we can only move according to the orders given and canât know exactly what each of us is doing.â
ââ¦You canât know? Are you certain?â
âYe, yes. If itâs not information we absolutely need to know, itâs not even shared.â
âHmm.â
It was too desperate to be a lie.
So Mok Gyeong-un stared at him and said:
âThen you must have never heard the name Mun-no.â
âMun-no? Did you just say Mun-no?â
âDidnât you just say that information isnât shared?â
At those words, Gyeom-chang trembled.
Seeing this, Mok Gyeong-un found it strange and asked:
âYou know something?â
At that question, Gyeom-chang hesitated for a moment with a frown before opening his mouth.
ââ¦If the Mun-no youâre talking about is the same name we know, itâs the old name of Medicine Immortal Hae Yeong.â immortal
â!?â