Where he is walking now was a bend formed by

Where he is walking now was a bend formed by rough cliffs on both sides. “Did I take the wrong way?”‘ Young Ho-cheng frowned and went inside. It was too late to go back. Suddenly, the wind blew a strong smell of blood. “What?” Young Ho-sung’s face changed completely. Whoosh! His new model was shooting forward like a comb. After a while, he arrived on a large rock. “No?” There was an astonishing sight there. The rock was covered with blood, and on top of it, three bodies were facing him in a strange way. First, one body was a gray-haired old man in a yellow robe. He looked over eighty, with a fist-sized hole near his heart. The blood that had accumulated around him had already solidified black as if time had passed considerably. The second body was a Taoist wearing a yellow uniform. He was old, too, but he was dead with his eyes wide open. Strangely enough, his feet were stuck about a foot through the rock, so that he stood tall and died. The third body was an old man in black. There were traces of images all over his face, which made a very vicious impression. He was dead, hugging the rock with his left hand, and a sword stuck in the rock, penetrating from his chest to his back. He was also dead standing. However, he looked much more miserable than the previous Taoist. Aside from the penetration of the back, the right arm was cut off from the shoulder, and the cut right arm was stuck in a rock about the same distance. “Ummm… …Yeonghojinseong was fed up with this terrible sight. Despite the bright daylight, cold sweat was flowing down my spine. But he couldn’t help but marvel. “Just by looking at the dead, you can see that they all have great inner experience. Who the hell are they…? “It was all messed up around. The nearby beautiful trees, let alone the roots of the trees, were pulled out and scattered in all directions. From that point on, it was beyond imagination how desperate a bloody battle took place between the three. Younghojinseong looked at them alternately, wriggling his eyebrows. “What on earth were they fighting such a desperate battle?” He was a ten-year-old Young Ho-seong, who knew nothing in the world, but Jig’s situation alone was driving him to embarrassment. After calming down, Yeonghojinseong began to closely observe the scene again. His sharp eyes did not overlook any of the surrounding grass roots, tree roots, or pieces of stone. First, I found an object under the feet of an old man in black. It was a palm-sized black plaque with blood all tangled together.우리카지노 On the front of the black plaque, a hideous devil statue was engraved, and on the contrary, the following text was engraved on the back. “The 72 Machetes” – In.> “What does this mean?” Young Ho-jin’s face, which had been thinking for a while, was suddenly changing. “Is this… Isn’t it the spirit tablet of Baekma Castle?” Baekma Castle! It might have been a coincidence that the legendary Baekma Castle suddenly came to his mind. Or perhaps some powerful force of fate inspired him. At last, he felt a foreboding of conviction.