Chapter: 1559
The strong resentment contained in the blood was the essential medium for his art of puppetry.�
As he waited for the bucket to be filled with blood, he looked around the warehouse. The warehouse was filled with people hanging upside down, like persimmons dangling precariously at the edge of a tree.
He leisurely admired the gory spectacle he had created.
�Hehe!�
* * *
Pyo-wol looked around the house for a moment.
It was more like a shack than a house.
The rotten beams barely supported the roof, and the thatched roof and walls could barely keep and block out the wind.
The conditions in the shack were so poor that one might wonder how anyone could live in such a place. But Pyo-wol didn�t care about the appearance of the shack.
The important thing is that the shack is hidden from prying eyes, and its location is on the outskirts of a poor neighborhood in Runan.
There was a fairly large swamp in the outskirts of Runan.
It used to be a clean pond, but it turned into a foul-smelling swamp. This was because the slums which were formed around it caused all kinds of filth to flow into it.�
The filth continued to flow in, but there was no way out, so the swamp rotted away.
The stench of the swamp was so unpleasant that no sane person approached this area. It was the last place people who had been pushed out of the slums would settle.
Pyo-wol threw a silver coin to the owner of the shack, making him the new owner.�
As soon as the previous owner sold the shack, he ran away without looking back. He was afraid that Pyo-wol would change his mind and ask for the money back.
The poor surrounding environment may be daunting for others, but it was actually the optimal environment for Pyo-wol.
Since entering the Runan, Pyo-wol hasn�t had a place of his own.
He had not thought of preparing a hideout, since he did not know that he would stay here for a long time. But now the situation has changed.
He believed in the saying that a cunning rabbit has three burrows.3
An assassin like him has to be a cunning rabbit.
He had to prepare his own hiding place that others did not know about.
He needed a space that no one could approach, and this place perfectly met the conditions he wanted.
An environment that makes others uncomfortable is a natural fortress for an assassin.
Traps, machineries, and high walls aren�t always needed to make a place a fortress. Even the slightest inconvenience that makes someone reluctant to approach is already a great weapon for an assassin.
And the swamp directly behind his shack was fantastic.
Pyo-wol had already looked around the swamp in the morning, and he realized what else he needed to prepare.
It would have been much easier if Tang Sochu was with him, but unfortunately, he was still in Chengdu. It was impossible to call him now.
From now on, he would have to make his own preparations.
As he left his hut, a foul odor stung his nostrils. But Pyo-wol did not even make a disgusted expression, he just continued walking on his way.� JrNovels.com
As he waited for the bucket to be filled with blood, he looked around the warehouse. The warehouse was filled with people hanging upside down, like persimmons dangling precariously at the edge of a tree.
He leisurely admired the gory spectacle he had created.
�Hehe!�
* * *
Pyo-wol looked around the house for a moment.
It was more like a shack than a house.
The rotten beams barely supported the roof, and the thatched roof and walls could barely keep and block out the wind.
The conditions in the shack were so poor that one might wonder how anyone could live in such a place. But Pyo-wol didn�t care about the appearance of the shack.
The important thing is that the shack is hidden from prying eyes, and its location is on the outskirts of a poor neighborhood in Runan.
There was a fairly large swamp in the outskirts of Runan.
It used to be a clean pond, but it turned into a foul-smelling swamp. This was because the slums which were formed around it caused all kinds of filth to flow into it.�
The filth continued to flow in, but there was no way out, so the swamp rotted away.
The stench of the swamp was so unpleasant that no sane person approached this area. It was the last place people who had been pushed out of the slums would settle.
Pyo-wol threw a silver coin to the owner of the shack, making him the new owner.�
As soon as the previous owner sold the shack, he ran away without looking back. He was afraid that Pyo-wol would change his mind and ask for the money back.
The poor surrounding environment may be daunting for others, but it was actually the optimal environment for Pyo-wol.
Since entering the Runan, Pyo-wol hasn�t had a place of his own.
He had not thought of preparing a hideout, since he did not know that he would stay here for a long time. But now the situation has changed.
He believed in the saying that a cunning rabbit has three burrows.3
An assassin like him has to be a cunning rabbit.
He had to prepare his own hiding place that others did not know about.
He needed a space that no one could approach, and this place perfectly met the conditions he wanted.
An environment that makes others uncomfortable is a natural fortress for an assassin.
Traps, machineries, and high walls aren�t always needed to make a place a fortress. Even the slightest inconvenience that makes someone reluctant to approach is already a great weapon for an assassin.
And the swamp directly behind his shack was fantastic.
Pyo-wol had already looked around the swamp in the morning, and he realized what else he needed to prepare.
It would have been much easier if Tang Sochu was with him, but unfortunately, he was still in Chengdu. It was impossible to call him now.
From now on, he would have to make his own preparations.
As he left his hut, a foul odor stung his nostrils. But Pyo-wol did not even make a disgusted expression, he just continued walking on his way.� JrNovels.com
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