Chapter: 67

But considering that the latter is almost impossible, the former is the only option left now.

�Even if I die, I have no choice but to cling to the Thunder-Splitting method��

Pyo-wol thought it was his fate to learn the Thunder-Splitting method.�

All of the children who came in here learned the same method, but he was the only one who dug deep into the technique. Because of this, others did not know that the Thunder-Splitting method had such a utility. And they will never know.

Because they have already forgotten the method of cultivation and are digging into different cultivation techniques.�

Pyo-wol destroyed the original copy of the Thunder-Splitting cultivation technique.�

Still, no one cared. Not only the children, but even the custodians.�

The Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique was now completely gone.�

Pyo-wol opened his eyes after contemplation.�

In an instant, the red tint in his eyes grew even stronger. But the red glint in his eye soon subsided.

Pyo-wol looked around for a moment.

The snake that bit him was no longer visible.

It was clear that the snake had died at some point, or that it had moved to another place in search of food.

Pyo-wol made an expression of regret for a moment, but then left his room with a nonchalant face.

He headed towards the largest hall in the underground cavity. When we arrived at the entrance to the hall, he could feel secret gazes from everywhere. It was the eyes of children.

�Kiki, who is this? Why did your precious body come all the way here?�

One of them appeared and greeted the table. He was an impressive child with a long neck, slightly curved back, and a sullen gaze.

His name was So Gyeoksan, and all the other children called him a Hori-man or Tamhonrang (???) ( ??? Soul Eater Wolf).

So Gyeoksan said that he came from an arts troupe who performed miscellaneous plays. Maybe that�s why there were so many re-additions but the most surprising thing was his art of the sword (?? sh� y�n).

So Gyeoksan talked about how to change the face by drawing a person�s face on silk, layering it over the face, and then tearing it off in an instant.

Even if you look with your eyes wide open, you cannot capture the moment when his face changes, but So Gyeoksan was a master of the sword.

Instead, there is something different from his face, in that he doesn�t paint his face on silk.

He took off the skins of the dead children�s faces and unfolded the sword, but it was so subtle that it was difficult to ascertain the authenticity.

Many people were reluctant to use the faces of dead children as if they were theirs.

Pyo-wol opened his mouth.

�Your face has changed again. Is it Yoo Kwangin�s face?�

�Kiki! He croaked not too long ago. That�s why I�m using his face.�

�You may forget what your real face looks like at this point.�

�Who cares? We can�t even get out of here anyway. If I hadn�t done something like this, I would have gone crazy already.��

�If you keep doing that, someone will kill you before you go crazy.� JrNovels.com