Chapter - 678 Episode 678. Where am I? (3)

"……Congratulations, Chung-Myung stamp."

"Oh, my God! How can I go this far?….”

Chung-Myung, who rushed toward the person in front of him and tried to hold his hand, paused for a moment.

Huh? What is it?

Did the body walk in?

I know him. Yeah, it was exactly who I knew him. But the look was too far from what Chung-Myung knew.

"…Where did you get hit?”


"Then what kind of illness do you have?”

"…I'm fine."

"Then why?"

Chung-Myung tilts his head.

The man in front of him now is a ghost door's rumor...… No. It was Dowon Chan, now the gatekeeper of the Ghost Gate.

He couldn't see his face even after the opening ceremony was over before he arrived in Hwasan.

And that's all about to die.

"Yo, what's not going well these days?"

The unusual guilt on Chung-Myung's face was young.

Come to think of it, I couldn't pay attention for a while because I was busy leaving my work at the ghost gate. It's because I had faith that Wang Munnyak or Wang Jong would do well on their own, but...….

"No way."


But then a bright glow rose on Dowon Chan's face. It was surprising that you could make such a gentle expression even with a dark shadow that came down to the tip of your chin, crumbly skin, and a pale complexion that seemed to vomit blood and die at any moment.

"It's a problem, it's a problem, it's a problem...…. I understand exactly what you mean by the stamp Chung-Myung saying that a door-to-door faction needs money to develop. As the money started to pile up on the ghost door, my life changed completely.”

"He, isn't he? But why....”

What's wrong with your face? Pijuktto you don't like you.

"……As I said, it's a problem because it's so good. At first, everyone was happy to work moderately and make a lot of money.”


"But things are getting...… No, it's weird to say dot and dot. It literally started to rise like a landslide.”

"……Oh, a landslide."

"Yes……. There's no way to describe it except by the word landslide. I mean, the work...…things are going crazy and over and over and over again and over and over again.….work……."

There was a blight on Dowon Chan's face. It was like a man watching things go up right in front of his eyes.

"It is not enough to mobilize all my disciples, to carry the signs day and night, to drag all the elders out, and now even I am emptying the text and carrying the goods…….”

Chung-Myung was rarely embarrassed.

"You're a gatekeeper, aren't you?”

"…...doors and f*cks."


Dowon Chan sighed deeply as the ground died.

"So…… I tried to participate in the break-up somehow, but suddenly there's an emergency delivery…"….I arrived now with all my might after shipping from Beijing to Sacheon."



"I mean... You went from Beijing to Sacheon, and then you came all the way here?”

"Not exactly. Before that, I started from Haenam. From Beijing to Haenam, from Haenam to Beijing, from there to Sacheon, and back to here...….”


Chung-Myung's eyes caused a major earthquake.

No, are you crazy?

"Are you going that far?”

"Express delivery is a very expensive delivery. There's no reason to use us unless it's a long distance."

"Oh, well, yes. I know, but...….”

Chung-Myung once again looked at Dowon Chan's condition.

Now that I see it, my face wasn't just a little damaged. I lost a lot of weight compared to before, so my cheekbones looked prominent.

"Well, I didn't know you were going through so much."If Chung-Myung is called the devil's reality, he will shed tears and curse, saying that the devil of hell is unfair. But Chung-Myung couldn't help but feel guilty in front of Dowon Chan's face now.

"How, uh...…some less work…….”


"I'll try to cut back on that……. To put it mildly….”

"What do you mean?"


At the moment, Dowon Chan's eyes flashed blue.

"How can you cut back on your work? Doesn't that reduce money, money!"


"We're running out of ghost door warehouses right now, so we're going to need an extension! No, we need to build a new warehouse! Money! Money pours in like a landslide!"

"……I heard earlier things were coming in like landslides."

"Ildo landslide! Landslide!

Dowon Chan's eyes glistened.

The image of the noble warrior I saw the other day was nowhere to be found. Now, it was literally a business that had lost its taste in money.

"You have to earn money to know, kkkk! It's gonna make money! This!"


"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa You have to know the bright side of the seal! In fact, I've suffered a lot from stopping by Hwasan. If it's time for me to come to the island, I can play two more games, and then I'll have to pay...….”

Chung-Myung smiled as he looked at him who was crazy about money.

'I don't know, now.'

These days, it seemed that his surroundings were going crazier than him. It's him, it's him, everyone's out of their minds.


Then suddenly Dowon Chan flashed at Chung-Myung with his eyes wide open.

Chung-Myung flinched back, but Dowon Chan grabbed his shoulder without giving him time to step down.

"Let's expand!"


"I'll take more disciples! I'll increase the number of people who can ship, so let's expand our business! If we can ship not only Beijing but also Namkyung and Saebu, we'll earn more money!"

"Oh, no, wait a minute! He said he would revive the ghost gate after saving money by doing this in moderation...….”

"Revival? This is a revival, this is a revival! What better revival than this! They used to get tired of the meat when they just put dried anchovies on the table, but now they're sick of it. Rehabilitation?

Zee, calm down, man.

"We're building a business! Let's go for the rest of our lives, stamp!"

"I'll try."

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I've packed a bunch of presents, so make sure to check it out!"


When Chung-Myung, who was speechless, couldn't even say a word, one of the celadon boats that had been watching from a distance approached and told Dowon Chan.

"Moonjoo, I'll take care of you since you need to see Jang Moon-in."

"Would you? Then I'll see Jang Moon-in, see you later, seal."

"……Yes. The……we're going to have a drink after the guests go, so please join us then."

"Well, that's a longer delay. I can't...Then I can't play another round."


"But I'll take the loss especially since the seal Chung-Myung said it. Please do it quickly instead."


"For sure!"



Dowon Chan rushed off, urging his celadon disciples. Chung-Myung, who was looking at his distant back, turned to the sky blankly.

Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong, who had already approached, put their hands on Chung-Myung's shoulder and comforted him."It's okay, Chung-Myung. It's not your fault."


"As long as you're happy. What's there to life? What's good is good."


Yeah, well.

That's a relief. I'm glad...

Chung-Myung looked at the situation in the hall.

Now the situation seemed to be roughly sorted out. The atmosphere heated up as the drunk raised their voices, but there were people slowly trying to leave.

After about a time, all the visitors will leave, and the opening ceremony of Chun Woo-mang will really end.

I felt like I had mixed feelings.

Anyway, it's time to take a breath.



"You did a great job."

Chung-Myung glanced at Baek Cheon instead of answering. In fact, as usual, the voice was more serious than usual.

"…What's new?"

"Yeah, that's new. But wouldn't that be the same thing that you haven't heard what you should have heard so far?"


"Everyone in Wasan knows how hard you've been trying. I just want you to know that I'm so embarrassed that I can't speak, and that I'm grateful to everyone."

"What did you eat wrong?"”

"……you son of a b*tc*."

Baek Cheon, who was talking quite seriously, distorted his face.

"Anyway, this is a compliment!"

"It's meaningful to have someone to praise!"


Baek Cheon sighed with a resigned face.

"Anyway, let's wrap it up well. Let's all go back and have a crooked drink together."

"Hey, buddy, you're on fire.

"Don't call me Dong-ryong, you son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung giggled as he pulled himself out of running Baek Cheon.

I didn't achieve much, but I was relieved and relieved at the thought of overcoming a crisis.

"Anyway, now one is good."


Chung-Myung grinned at Baek Cheon's question.

"Now you can't ignore him no matter who you meet, can you?"

"…I guess so.”

"That's enough for now."

He nodded as if he were relieved just thinking about it.

"I've been in trouble trying to hold back what I've been craving."

"…You ever put up with it?"


Chung-Myung distorted his face in response to Baek Cheon's first time hearing such nonsense.

"Do you want me to show you what I can't stand?"

"…Calm down.”

Baek Cheon shook his hand with a slightly fed up face. Chung-Myung smirked.

"Now, from now on...….”

It was just then.


Chung-Myung, who was about to speak, closed his mouth and tilted his head. Something strange was detected.

"What is it?"

He squinted his eyes over there.

Is it prose?

Those close to his line were still boisterous. However, the people who laid out the stands on the side of the prose became strangely calm.

No, not quiet, but...….

"You're sick of it?"

They were faces that looked like ghosts.

Everyone is turning to prose, so it's hard to tell exactly, but seeing the faces at a glance, he seemed to be clearly frightened by something.

But fear.

The people who gathered here are those who use knives in Gangho.

In addition, there are now the masters of the Old File Room and the elders of the Great Sega. It was a situation where conflict could not occur.

But what are you afraid of?

"Wow……. Wow, here we are….….”

At that time, a groan that someone let out clearly penetrated Chung-Myung's ear.With his eyes fixed on the prose, one of the trembling men opened his mouth with a face that seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Ma, ma, ma...….”

Terrified……No, it was a voice full of bewilderment as if I could not believe what was going on.

A voice with numerous emotions trembled for a long time before it exploded.

"Hey, everyone... It's all over the place! All over the place!

The horse quickly turned Hwasan into a static.

Those who drank alcohol without knowing the situation were surprised and turned their eyes like a ray of light as if they had poured cold water on them.

"What, what?"

"Who's coming?"

It was a name that should never be heard here.

However, those who checked the prose only confirmed that their ears were not wrong. Those who were filling the prose were stepping back as if they had seen a ghost.

Then I could see a group of fighters approaching from an open view.


A groan of voices rang softly at the static filled Hwasan.