Chapter 222 – Delicious Baeksuk
Oooooh-!
Early in the morning when the sun just started to rise.
The mercenary who ran out of the cabin fell on the floor and vomited.
The grains of rice from the rice balls I ate yesterday were mixed with the sticky gastric juice and dripped down.
“Cybal… It’s all gone. It’s dead…”
The mercenaries, who had been coughing and sweating all night long, were cold.
“It must be poison, right?”
Hans said after looking at the poop and urine leaking from the bodies of the dead writers and their pale faces.
Marjorie shook her head and muttered, “I felt like this was going to happen after having been sick all day yesterday.”
Is it normal for one person to die?
Especially in a field like this-, it was a yard where all sorts of odd things were rampant.
One of the mercenaries spat out sticky saliva on the floor as if feeling bad.
“What did you do wrong… Hey hey-! For some reason, he said that he could smell feces while sleeping. If you want to die, you will die gracefully…”
The guy who had been vomiting at the mercenary’s words wiped his teeth and rushed at it.
Oh my-!
He climbed on top of the fallen mercenary after being hit by his jawbone – snorting and spitting out his anger.
“…This mother-in-law, you bastard-! There’s something else I can’t say-!”
“Cybal-! You can’t say anything to a bastard who has already died!”
Ian ripped them apart.
Dick died yesterday.
Three more were dead now, and all that was left was these two fighting back and forth.
Courageously follow Seo-joon to try to make a fortune – four died, and now there are only two left.
“What’s the matter?”
Just then, Seo-joon led a group of men wearing cotton.
Yes, the man in the leopard was also there.
When he said that the mercenaries were dead-, Seo-joon touched his face and let out a sigh.
“I can’t help it… Can I ask for a funeral?”
“…We burn without asking.”
At the man’s words, Seo-joon shook his head. I beg you for that…
The mercenary, who had been struggling for a while, spat on the floor and let go of his collar.
The mercenary, whose nose was bleeding after being punched, grabbed Ian’s outstretched hand and stood up.
“Are you okay?”
“…Nothing. It’s better than the ones who have lost their lives.”
The men in veils took out the cold bodies of the three mercenaries one by one.
The bodies were moved to the crematorium where the dry soil was exposed, and people dressed in cotton began to gather at the crematorium one by one.
Whether it was a custom in the village—everyone, regardless of gender or age, seemed to come out without exception.
Hundreds of people gathered like that.
They silently stood around the crematorium and waited patiently for someone.
The last one to appear was a dark-haired woman wearing a thick cotton thread.
“Who is it?”
“The village chief.”
Seojun answered Monica’s whispering question.
“Are you a girl?”
“…”
Seo-joon said nothing, and Margery glared at her woman with a suspicious look.
Her woman, accompanied by her own escort, walked at her slow pace—and was handed a perch with her flames roaring—by a man in her leopard.
She then muttered something as if she were praying and set the bodies of the three mercenaries on fire.
Blazing-
The tiny flames that initially clung to the hem of their clothes soon spread to their bodies—and grew larger and larger, eventually engulfing their bodies completely.
Ian watched them burn for a long time, then looked around.
Ironically, none of them showed much change in their facial expressions.
Marjorie and Hans, two mercenaries, Seo-Jun hyung and Monica noona, let alone Lily-.
Even though we slept in the same room the night before and breathed the same air the whole time.
Their expressions were not much different from those of last night when they ate rice balls.
Of course, so did Ian himself.
I closed my eyes and opened them.
Death seemed so close.
I thought maybe I could have been there.
“Ian…”
Lily approached Ian.
She held out her hand to Ian.
He seemed to notice that his eyes were shimmering with an unknown emotion.
After a moment of hesitation, Ian held her hand in silence.
The flames rose higher.
The smell of burning flesh tickled his nostrils.
It reminded me of the story of the sailor who roasted and ate his dead friend.
“`
A man in a hopi invited the party to his house.
Before leaving, he told me to fill up my stomach and go- Seo-joon readily accepted when he said he would treat me to a hearty meal.
But someone was there first.
Munching-
Two men of similar physique were eating something first.
Holding a chicken leg bone in his mouth, he quietly watched Seo-joon and his party enter while sucking the bone marrow.
Their lower officials could be seen naked because the cotton thread that had been covering their faces for the meal was raised halfway—both had fist-sized boils hanging from their chins.
One on the left, one on the right.
“Lump-beaked brother. They are skilled hunters. I will guide you to the demon cave.”
At the words of the man in hopi, Seo-joon shook his head.
“The seats are small, so sit close together. Bring me some food.”
Seo-joon sat down next to the lump-beaked brothers without hesitation.
“Hello.”
Seo-joon first greeted the man sitting next to me, but there was no reply from him.
He puts the chicken leg he was sucking into his mouth and spit it out, then picks up another chicken.
“Hyung is not very talkative.”
The man sitting opposite Seo-joon bent over his hump-beaked lower crown and said with a grin.
The man with few intact teeth—he giggled, saying that if he had any questions, he could just ask himself.
As the party sat down at the table one by one, young lepers dressed in cotton came out with large bowls of soup.
No one picked up a spoon first, probably because they had smelled the burning flesh.
“I will eat well.”
Seojun first picked up a large chicken leg.
I took a bite of it, and as if I had waited, a string came up on my retina.
[A narcotic substance has entered the body.]
[〈 Abnormal Status: Alertness Relaxation 〉 is temporarily…]
Seo-jun, who had hardened for a moment, narrowed his eyes and looked around.
So are the idiots who wonder if it’s the old man with a lump beak or something-, and the man in the leopard is also staring at Seo-joon.
An uncomfortable silence looms.
Seo-joon, who moved the string far away, seemed to have nothing wrong – just like that – sucked the flesh on his leg and swallowed it with a grunt.
“The taste is so-good. Please eat.”
The lump-beaked brothers start to eat the white rice in front of me right away, as if they were going to freeze at Seo-jun’s words.
One by one, the party began to eat while holding the white soup.
Ian shook his head, saying that he couldn’t eat it, as if he didn’t like the taste of the food, but he said that he would have to eat a certain amount to gain strength, but Monica held out a large chicken leg.
Ian reluctantly takes a bite.
As Seo-jun said, the taste was so good-, the speed at which he ate gradually increased.
Of course, that “Taste” Had a slightly different meaning.
All of the drug tteokbokki sold in modern times are fake. This is shit- the real drug baeksuk…
See-. The scene of this gluttonous appetite -.
Everyone buries their faces on the table and eats hastily, as if they had heard something.
Not to mention Lily, who had absolutely no appetite for food, and as the Volga turned red, she was quickly moving her hands and mouth so that she could not be discreet.
It was Marjorie who was left alone in such an atmosphere.
She looked at the strange situation going on, then grabbed a piece of chicken breast and ate it.
And then – slap what was in her mouth! He spat and jumped up from his seat.
“Ii-what are these little bastards doing to Baeksuk…!”
Seo-jun grabbed her forearm as she tried to say something more.
“…”
Seojun didn’t say anything to Marjorie.
Even so, she seemed to understand what Seo-joon was trying to say.
After sweeping her face away, she slumped down in her seat, grabbed her chicken leg and took a big bite.
She claps and admires-.
“What did Baeksuk do to make it so delicious…? It’s fucking delicious…”
It was she who muttered these words.
“`
Wow-
A group of people who go into the bush and vomit up everything they ate.
The Lumpy Brothers approach them from afar.
“Come out now. Everyone.”
At Seo-jun’s words, the party came out of the bush one by one.
Seo-joon, who looked back at the group, pointed at Margeri, clicking his tongue.
Hans hurriedly approached her and brushed off the chicken remnants from her mouth with her hand.
Just in time, the lump-beaked brothers came close.
They slung shortbows across their shoulders, which were good for use in the mountains, and had a bunch of arrows inserted into the quiver of their waist dance.
“Are you ready?”
At the question of the lump-beaked younger brother with a grin, Seo-joon looked back at the group behind him.
Maybe it was because everyone vomited so hard that I didn’t feel fine, but maybe because I had a good rest the night before, my condition wasn’t too bad.
“Then, please guide me.”
“Nothing.”
The lump-beaked younger brother nodded, took out a short sword blade from his waist, and walked ahead.
The lump-billed older brother, who is on the quiet side, stayed still, so when Ian asked if he was going – his younger brother answered instead.
“Hyung likes the back more than the front. Oh, I’m not talking about women. Ughhh…”
My younger brother who makes jokes that won’t work.
That’s how the journey to Magulo began.
Surrounded by the lump-beaked brothers –
