Chapter 32 – Food stick picked up from under the bridge (02)
“Oh, I’m sorry. Oh my…”
They apologized profusely, but there was no way to do anything about the smell, so Jeomsoy and the customers here were devastated.
In my case, I was able to observe the meal without any problems because I was protecting Seol-ah and myself by blocking the smell with an odor shield.
‘In the original work, Sik-bong… Didn’t really have any contact with Ban Gyu-seong, right?’
Sikbon.
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Sikbong (食鳳) is said to like eating.
Of course, since it was officially designated as Chilbong, it is not possible to give it that name, so it was released as a different Chinese character, but it is true that the original setting is good.
In fact, even now, when I receive a few soggy dumplings from here, he bows his head and expresses his gratitude. Looking at his appearance, he does not look like an open beggar, but just like a beggar who has been starving for a few days.
“Oh, sorry about that. Everyone, have a nice drink and meal, and any uninvited guests will leave.”
Sikbong left the place, but the rat-bearded man and the thin man, who had already become uncomfortable due to the smell, only counted the alcohol they had drunk so far and left the guesthouse.
Slururuluk.
I had protected the somen with a special shield, so I was eating it without any problems.
“Wow… You have a nice stomach. How can you still have an appetite after smelling this?”
Jumsoi, who was opening the wooden windows one by one to ventilate, clicked his tongue, but he had no intention of explaining the secret and he couldn’t follow him even if he did, so he just let him think of him as a nice person.
Slurp.
After eating all the small amount of somen and leaving about half of the soup, I became concerned about the food bowl that came here earlier.
‘Yongbong Branch is an event that did not exist in the original work.’
Originally, Han So-so drove Zhuge Yan-ji to the brink of death, and because of that, he was taken to the Murim Alliance to settle the charge of attacking the Murim Alliance’s schemer and the reward for preventing the Sichuan Blood Death.
And there, the three spent time half-trapped, and when they heard Zhuge Yanzhi, who guessed the Black Moon Party’s plan, and saw Han Xiaoso grit his teeth and try to escape, Yan Qinghe stepped forward on his behalf and tried to warn the Kunlun Sect. Gyu-seong and Han So-so become close friends, and Zhuge Yan-ji intervenes between them…
‘I don’t remember’
First of all, one thing is certain: there was no event like the Yongbong branch. How can we hold a meeting like this when Zhuge Yanji’s face is swollen right now?
Two years have passed, so if you look at the timeline, everyone has reached the peak of mastery, and Ban Gyu-seong goes around each sect, persuading the later exponents with his fists, or talking about righteousness and cooperation rather than benevolence between the martial sects, impressing them. It’s time to do it.
‘I remember that in the case of Sikbong, only the name appeared once and it did not appear.’
It wasn’t a very important character. Among the Five Dragons and Chilbongs, there are three characters who haven’t even shown their faces.
The former dragon of the Kunlun faction, the Saengbong of Yakgok, and the Sikbong of Openness.
What these three have in common is that they are described as already dead the moment they are properly mentioned in the story. The reason is that the Black Moon Party attempted to break the will of the Jungwon Murim by attacking the Five Dragons and Seven Peaks and reducing their numbers, which was perfect. It was because I couldn’t stop it.
Especially in the case of the Kunlun Sect’s warriors who are isolated and at the forefront of the anti-Demon Cult front, Yakgok, who has almost no military force and is maintained only by people’s respect, and Gyeonggi, who has no power but boasts only numbers and information, are the most easily defeated….
‘If I were the Black Moon Party… It would be better to kill them before they go into the Yongbongji Association or something.’
This time, they said they were going to introduce Ohryongchilbong on a large scale, but someone was actually murdered in the middle of it?
Then, the Murim Alliance will be humiliated in front of the people who came to see the Yongbong branch.
From the Black Moon Party’s point of view, this was the best opportunity.
Squeak…
‘Open… Will erasing the debt help in gathering information?’
In the original work, Open Ark was so shocked by the death of his beloved, Sikbong, that he was unable to work properly, and as a result, he was unable to respond even when the Black Moon Party secretly gained power in the beginning, increasing the damage.
Furthermore, one of the best disciples was a confidant of the Black Moon Temple, so the dog meat given to the master to nourish him was mixed with a medicine that would make a married person married, so later…
‘Even after joining the Samae and evacuating them to a safe place, we still have to stop the Black Moon Party’s plot… So it would be better to do some work in advance.’
Whoop.
After clearing his throat with a sip of the cheap tea that was served for dessert, he stood up while wrapping his arms around Seol-ah’s neck, who was dozing off in his lap.
“How much can I give you?”
“Just go. Originally, when the opening ceremony came, it was agreed that some noodles and dumplings would be provided that day. In any case, the customers’ share will be calculated at the opening.”
Isn’t it something like postpay rather than just getting something? In fact, if this kind of compensation was not provided to the store and its customers, the image of openness would suffer, so it seemed like a way to make both the store owner and customers satisfied.
“But I ate it well, so I’ll give it to you.”
“I can’t help it if you give me something, but…”
This money will probably go into Jeomsoi’s personal funds. This small amount of money didn’t matter.
“Okay then… Let’s follow the smell.”
After taking a deep breath, I relaxed my mind and began to smell my surroundings again.
“Wow…!”
Even though I was this far away, the smell of the noodles that I had just eaten made me faint, but I kept my wits about me and followed the scent of the food stick.
‘I can do it… It’s too much here…?’
When I reached the outskirts of the village and the place where all kinds of garbage were thrown away, I felt the spirit of Sikbong strongly. Putting my unpleasant feelings aside, I rolled up my pants and used my paranormal skills to walk over the garbage.
‘I settled down here… No matter how poor I am, the reason I came to this remote and smelly place…’
My first thought was that I was deliberately avoiding it so that others would not get involved.
“It’s delicious. It’s delicious. The sour taste is the best in the world!”
When I saw him holding a fist-sized dumpling in each hand and happily eating it, I thought that he was eating happily and that it was amazing that he didn’t have a stomachache while eating with such dirty hands.
Just as I expected, the dumplings that Jeomsoi gave me were old, made and steamed a few days ago, so they had a sour smell, but she was happily eating them with an expression that said they were the most delicious. This place, her shabby appearance, and the dumplings were sour. Despite looking at the condition, I thought it looked delicious.
‘You must be good at mukbang to eat something like that in a way that makes it look delicious. If he had been born in modern society, he would have been incredibly popular…’
First of all, I spread my senses wide and looked around, and even though I couldn’t reach the peak, I felt the sense of a top-notch master’s assortment of food.
At best, it was average, but at worst, it looked like a top-notch expert’s pull-ups.
‘Hmm… It’s unexpectedly quiet. If I were the Black Moon Party, I would want to deal with it somehow before I get to the Murim League headquarters in Hanam, right?’
While I was wondering if my prediction was wrong, Sikbong had finished eating all the dumplings in his hand and was reaching for the last dumpling that Jeomsoi had brought him.
“Ah. Why is it already over? It’s so delicious… I want to eat more… But if I come back now, other people will be angry because it’s meal time, right?”
‘If you have that level of understanding, you can just wash up and go in…’
I can’t say anything about the culture of openness because I don’t know about it, but as an ordinary person, that’s all I could think of.
She looked pitifully at the last of her dumplings, drooling, and began to bite off the dumplings just a little, as big as her fingernails, licking the dumpling skin and filling little by little.
‘Rather than looking at that pig, should I just buy you some dumplings…’
It was so pathetic, so obscene, that it was painful to watch.
Of course, she wasn’t eating in front of others, but was eating hidden away in a place where people didn’t come, so no matter how she ate, it wasn’t a situation where I would nag her, but no matter what the story was, I had to feel it all like that.
“Kki-ing!”
“……Ah. Yes. I felt it.”
With Seol-ah crying into my neck, I also got up from watching Sik-bong’s mukbang and turned my gaze to the place where I felt alive.
‘First-class expert, highest level’
There was a woman approaching here, openly spouting her life.
She looked like a low-class courtesan, and her face was covered in a lot of powder, giving her a bizarre face. If you look closely, you can see that she had a uvula and a well-toned chest, so she was not a courtesan, but a man disguised as a woman.
‘Black Moon Party… Why are you guys doing this to me? My nose hurts from the smell of food sticks right now, so are you going to make my eyes hurt too?’
I’m glad I felt it, but I think it would have been very painful if I had seen it with my own eyes.
As I was quietly watching the situation, she tearfully ate the last piece of dumpling and then sucked her finger in regret… The water from the soup was running down her finger. The assassin of her Black Moon Party was approaching to attack her.
“Ah… If only I had one more dumpling…”
Sikbong, who was so regretful, hardened his expression as he realized that the assassin of the Black Moon Party was about to kill him the moment he approached him at a distance of thirty paces.
“Ahahahaha. If you’re here to kick me out because of the smell, I’ll be leaving soon, so don’t worry…”
Looking at Sikbong, who was acting casually, the assassin of the Black Moon Party started running, trampling on trash.
“……Or did you come here for another problem?”
As if the appearance of Sik Bong, who was eating dumplings just moments ago, was a lie, she picked up a stick that was rolling around in her trash with a stern expression on her face.
“If you’re married, it’s okay to kill people, but I’m sorry that you beat people like dogs…!”
‘If you were Ark’s best disciple, you would have learned the batting stick method.’
As I expected, she used her batting stick method to attack the Black Moon Party assassin who was attacking her.
A neat story for a top-notch expert.
The top-class expert of Black Moon Temple seemed to have no way to avoid the batting baton technique targeting the head, neck, solar plexus, and groin area, but he grinned even as his neck cracked, his forehead cracked, his eyes popped out, and his crotch exploded. It was attacking the food bowl.
‘They’re not married. I just raised the Black Moon, Blood, Moon Mara Heart Gong to its peak and forgot the pain.’
Kwasik!
Her assassin made a strategic move by breaking the bat of her baton and kicking her in the thigh before she could run away.
“W-what is this…! It’s different from the rumors…!”
There is already a difference in skill, but the opponent is pain-free, close to a married person. In addition, the batting stick method developed for suppression did not have a good match difference.
Kwasik!
The moment when he snatches the bong and rips off Sikbong’s neck.
“Uh… Ugh!”
I used a deadly attack to attract the Black Moon Party’s assassin to me.
Hook!