Chapter: 234
Pyo-wol closed his eyes and muttered.
�The outside sure is nice.�
The best thing about being out in the world was him being able to feel the change.
There was little change in the underground cave.�
It was the same life, the same environment. There was no sense of the passage of time, and you could not expect that something would change.
The outside world, on the other hand, was different.
Every day was different. It seems like a continuation of similar days, but there was never a single day that was exactly the same.
Pyo-wol suddenly thought that it would be nice to have alcohol. But alcohol was forbidden to an assassin.
This was because alcohol dulls the nerves and slows the body�s reactions.
That was then.
Tak! Tak!�
The sound of footsteps was heard in Pyo-wol�s ears.
Someone was walking through the rain.
After a while, someone appeared at the entrance to the Gwanjeon Tomb.1
�Ah! What�s this? Now, I�m all wet.�
�This is why I told you to hurry, you sissy! This is because you�re so slow.�
�Amitabul! Fortunately, we found the Gwanjeon tomb, so stop fighting.�
The combination of people who entered the Gwanjeon tomb, who were as wet as a mouse, was very strange.
A woman who appears to be in her mid-twenties, a taoist monk who appears to be in his early sixties, and even a middle-aged buddhist monk. The unique group of three people rushed to avoid the rain.
As soon as they entered the tomb, the woman lifted the hem of her robe and shouted at the old taoist.�
�I�m all wet. What are you going to do about this, Daoshi Goh?!2 �
�Why are you blaming me for that? Is it my fault that your clothes got wet?�
�It�s the Daoshi Goh�s fault since it�s you who got lost and wandered around. So, Daoshi Goh must take responsibility.�
�Sick!�3
Daoshi Goh turned his head at the woman�s bizarre logic.
The middle-aged monk shook his head at the quarrel between the two and murmured.
�Amitabha Buddha! Blessed One who has prepared for great mercy, why are you giving me such an ordeal? Out of the many people, why must I be accompanied by the two of them.�
�Uh-huh?! You think you�re any different from us, you crazy monk?! You�re no better than us!�
The woman�s target this time was a middle-aged monk.
At her attack, the monk closed his eyes tightly and gave up fighting. A satisfied smile appeared on the woman�s face. JrNovels.com
�The outside sure is nice.�
The best thing about being out in the world was him being able to feel the change.
There was little change in the underground cave.�
It was the same life, the same environment. There was no sense of the passage of time, and you could not expect that something would change.
The outside world, on the other hand, was different.
Every day was different. It seems like a continuation of similar days, but there was never a single day that was exactly the same.
Pyo-wol suddenly thought that it would be nice to have alcohol. But alcohol was forbidden to an assassin.
This was because alcohol dulls the nerves and slows the body�s reactions.
That was then.
Tak! Tak!�
The sound of footsteps was heard in Pyo-wol�s ears.
Someone was walking through the rain.
After a while, someone appeared at the entrance to the Gwanjeon Tomb.1
�Ah! What�s this? Now, I�m all wet.�
�This is why I told you to hurry, you sissy! This is because you�re so slow.�
�Amitabul! Fortunately, we found the Gwanjeon tomb, so stop fighting.�
The combination of people who entered the Gwanjeon tomb, who were as wet as a mouse, was very strange.
A woman who appears to be in her mid-twenties, a taoist monk who appears to be in his early sixties, and even a middle-aged buddhist monk. The unique group of three people rushed to avoid the rain.
As soon as they entered the tomb, the woman lifted the hem of her robe and shouted at the old taoist.�
�I�m all wet. What are you going to do about this, Daoshi Goh?!2 �
�Why are you blaming me for that? Is it my fault that your clothes got wet?�
�It�s the Daoshi Goh�s fault since it�s you who got lost and wandered around. So, Daoshi Goh must take responsibility.�
�Sick!�3
Daoshi Goh turned his head at the woman�s bizarre logic.
The middle-aged monk shook his head at the quarrel between the two and murmured.
�Amitabha Buddha! Blessed One who has prepared for great mercy, why are you giving me such an ordeal? Out of the many people, why must I be accompanied by the two of them.�
�Uh-huh?! You think you�re any different from us, you crazy monk?! You�re no better than us!�
The woman�s target this time was a middle-aged monk.
At her attack, the monk closed his eyes tightly and gave up fighting. A satisfied smile appeared on the woman�s face. JrNovels.com
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