Chapter 211 – Chapter 211- True Blood (4)

Bleeding.

In order to suppress the instability of this world, a ritual dedicated to the spirits of shamans and monsters who have reached their peak.

In order to participate in the ceremony that I had only heard of so far, I was now walking with the evil forces.

Jerk, jerk.

Walking with them, each with a distinct personality, gave me a strange feeling.

Lixiang of the Dool clan, humming with a spearhead slung over his shoulder.

A dark ghost hidden anywhere in the body with beef intestine.

Other than that, if you look at the Evergreen of the Clockwork family walking leisurely from behind, with her green hair swept up.

I could get a glimpse of what kind of firmness they had.

This meant that not all of them were easy going.

In the first place, the basic knowledge to be able to enter here was the condition that as a shaman, as a true yōkai of the minimum sorcerer, you had to reach a certain level to enter.

The power had already been proven.

And the criterion to find out how much stronger they are here, whose strength has been proven like this, is none other than personality.

You may be saying what this means, but that’s my experience.

The song kept playing in my head, and the humming Psycho Merlin was so strong that it made a thousand noises.

Also, it seems infinitely frivolous, but in reality, Hongma-dong, who is more calm than anyone else, was strong enough to stick out his tongue.

So, being able to express my own atmosphere without being pressured by the individuality of each other around me.

It just meant that everyone here was strong enough to fuck.

Surprisingly, it seems peaceful, but in an atmosphere that is infinitely suppressed.

We arrived at the entrance of an old gate.

“Everyone wait.”

It was a shabby-looking door that was unimaginably underground to enter Jinhyeol.

It is full of dust, and looking at its appearance, there is not a single trace of human hand on it.

It seemed to have been made up so that no one who had ever flowed into this place would be suspicious.

Woowook Huh.

The headmaster rolled up his long sleeves and wrapped his hands around him.

Yin and yang.

Mixing the two energies with each of his hands, the headmaster knocked on the door.

Then the door opened very naturally, without dropping a speck of dust, slowly.

Lixiang saw this and clicked his tongue.

“You always look at your skills, but you’re always correct. That’s right.”

“Crunch, caress.”

The principal shrugged her shoulders as if nothing was wrong.

I reflected on the behavior of the principal I had just seen.

Holding yin and yang in each of her hands, entwine them at once.

I drew Taegeuk.

As befits a teacher who taught taijiquan to Kim Cha-ryeok during vacation, I could see how different he was from even that simple action.

“Before we die, let’s rise. Inspiration.”

“No work.”

Lixiang followed the principal and begged him to fight.

The principal went inside, ignoring Lixiang’s request.

The figure inside heading to the basement was a narrow spiral staircase.

Naturally, they moved one after another, with the head of the Tengu clan in front of me and the Evergreen of the Clockwork family behind me.

Tumble, Tumble.

As I was going down the stairs lit by candlelight, I heard a quiet conversation in front of me.

“Let’s fight.”

“I don’t like it.”

“I’m thinking of building a railroad near there, is that okay?”

“……”

At first glance, the length of the stairs seemed quite long.

It was because their conversations were mixed with conversations that had no context and were like idle talk.

At that time, I too pricked my ears and overheard the conversation.

The head of the tengu clan, Hasumi, who was in front of me spoke to me.

“Han Joon.”

“Ah yes.”

As if to prove that she had called me, Hasumi, who went ahead, flapped her black wings that rose above her pelvis.

“I heard that you saw my daughter at the academy before.”

“That’s right, I helped once in a while.”

At our academy, the Tengu clan was quite famous.

It wasn’t because the tengu clan was a prestigious clan, but because the student council president belonged to the tengu clan.

The student council president, who had similarly large breasts to Hasumi and looked grown-up, had met her in the hallway long ago.

I was on my way to pile up papers, and the student president spilled it on the floor.

In return for my help, the student president handed me a piece of candy.

And just like that time, Mr. Hasumi, looking for something, rummaged in her arms and handed me a candy.

“Would you like some?”

Reaching out her hand behind her, he offered candy.

Even though I refused, I was grateful and handed over the candy.

Hasumi-san said as she rolled the sweet candy that made her brain tingle on her tongue.

“My family always lives with sweets in their mouths.”

“Ah, yes. They say that they are from a clan that uses witchcraft and witchcraft together, so the degree of fatigue is considerable.”

In a way, it was similar to me.

Because now I also use witchcraft and witchcraft together.

“That’s just an excuse, it’s just that my family doesn’t like sweets.”

Hasumi-san also put her candy in her mouth, but her pronunciation was slightly muffled.

“Anyway, I remember saying that my daughter was a student to pay attention to. Since that student, Mr. Han Jun, is here, it gives me a strange feeling.”

“Me too.”

“Whoops, is that so?”

After that, we went down a few more times talking about Mr. Hasumi and her student president.

After a few minutes of heartwarming conversation, the topic of conversation naturally ran out.

Jerk, jerk.

As I went down the stairs in silence again, I suddenly started to pay attention to Evergreen, who didn’t say a word behind me.

“Haaam.”

Unlike us, who are walking in line, Evergreen is slightly behind and leisurely.

Curious about him, who brushed his green hair up, I spoke to him.

“Excuse me.”

“… Me?”

When I slightly turned my head, Evergreen wondered if I had called her.

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

Looking at Evergreen, who gave an unexpectedly sincere answer, I asked him a question.

“I’m just asking out of curiosity.”

“Uh.”

“He uses magic to manipulate time, but he’s kind of very relaxed.”

Clockwork family.

It was strange that he, the head of the only family that handles time among witchcraft, was late and showed a sluggish appearance.

Evergreen must have been asked this question a lot, so he naturally accepted my answer.

“Even though I look relaxed, I’m living my life fast.”

“Okay?”

“Then, you only have to act quickly when you really need it anyway.”

Evergreen yawned once more.

I guessed that the continued answer would come back anyway even if I inquired further here.

I went down the stairs in silence.

After going down for about 20 minutes, everyone was silent.

Tumble, Tumble.

Only our footsteps echoed on the stairs.

The reason we all became silent was simple.

Below me

In less than a few minutes, an unbelievable amount of energy was overflowing.

It was an energy that seemed to suffocate my breath or give me numbness in my hamstrings.

Feeling the energy gradually getting stronger, I went down the stairs.

The principal spat out a word.

“It has arrived.”

Contrary to the narrow spiral staircase, a good-sized vacant lot.

In the center of the clearing, there was something that naturally caught the eye.

Red, blue, white.

It spewed out various lights at every moment and even wriggled. It was in the shape of a well.

As if to show that the energy he had felt so far was derived from this, a tremendous energy fluctuated whenever the light changed.

Kim Ji-hye said, watching something in the shape of a well without saying anything.

“That’s why you have to sacrifice your blood.”

Kim Ji-hye, who put the cigarette in her mouth into her arms, stared at me.

Facing Jihye Kim’s meaningful gaze, I nodded her head.

“Yes.”

He corrected his lost mind for a moment and recalled his original purpose.

Whether I can solve that instability or not.

Depending on the outcome, thinking about the future that will change infinitely.

I slowly approached the pond.

As I sat down on one side of the pond, everyone stood around the pond.

I had already heard enough of how the ritual was performed, so I took out the bankruptcy sword from my chest.

“… Shit.”

The phoenix got annoyed at seeing my bankrupt sword, and took out a small blade from within.

Swoop.

So everyone took out their own blades and cut the inside of their palms.

Blood pooled in our hands, and we grabbed them and poured out our unique energy.

Tuk-wook, pop.

With a clenched fist, let’s pour blood into the well drop by drop.

The appearance of the well has changed.

White, blue, and red—all kinds of colors bizarrely mixed and wriggled.

It was like a bloodline.

The bloodline of the world where the skin is peeling and the muscles are exposed.

I’ve been living in this world so far, and I’ve only expressed awe that this world is made of witchcraft.

I had no idea how great it was.

Yes, it was because the world I was stepping on was too perfectly identical to the existing world to see that it was made of witchcraft.

However.

The moment I see this vein right in front of my eyes.

I could feel firsthand how great this world is.

A sensation that cannot be felt in a lifetime just by looking at the outer skin.

It wasn’t until after seeing this appearance that the skin peeled off and the veins were exposed.

Only after seeing the flaws in this seemingly perfect world.

Ironically, I came to realize how out of step my parents were.