Chapter: 722
�Heuck!�
As soon as he opened the door and checked the inside, a suppressed gasp escaped from Heukam�s mouth.
A mighty warrior stood tall and stared at him. He looked as if was dealing with life or death.
�Oh, sorry��
Heukam, who inadvertently apologized, shut his mouth. He didn�t feel vitality of the living from the warrior.�
�No way?�
Heukam cautiously approached the man. There was still no movement from the warrior.
�Ah!�
Heukam finally arrived in front of the warrior and let out the breath he had been holding back without realizing it.
As he had guessed, the warrior had already stopped breathing. But the warrior�s standing posture and the staring expression were so vivid, that it made it seem that he was still alive.
The warrior, who had lost his breath, was a master who was recognized in the Red Tree Pagoda. Even though such a master died in the room next to him, Heukam did not feel any signs.
He felt chills as if he had the flu.
Heukam looked at the body of the dead warrior without fear. He couldn�t find any scars. A strong man had died near him, and the fact that he did not know how he died made Heukams sick to his stomach.
�It�s him. He�s hiding in here.�
Heukam ran out of the room.
Heukam, who looked around for a while, soon ran into another room.�
The owner of the room was a person who looked like an ordinary scholar. He died while reading a book in front of his desk. And again, no wounds were found.
�Ugh!�
Heukam unconsciously let out a groan.
It was difficult to bear the fear rising from the depths of his heart.
He has lived his entire life as a fearmonger.�
His martial arts, which was a combination of his Demon Eyes, cursed poison, and Dream Dispersing Drug, was also an object of fear in the Xiaoleiyin Temple.�
Some people were uncomfortable with his martial arts, but that didn�t stop his martial arts from being among the best in the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Everyone was afraid of Heukam.�
And Heukam enjoyed the fearful gaze of the people. His inferiority complex caused by the ugly appearance was overcome by nourishing the fear of the people.
But now, he found himself feeling afraid of another person.
His back became stiff, and he had a slight twitch in his shoulders. His stomach complained of� extreme pain as if he was about to vomit.
Heukam slammed the door and came out.
�Heweuck!�
He squatted in the corner of the hallway and vomited up all the food in his stomach. It was not until he had vomited up all the yellow gastric juice that he stood up. JrNovels.com
As soon as he opened the door and checked the inside, a suppressed gasp escaped from Heukam�s mouth.
A mighty warrior stood tall and stared at him. He looked as if was dealing with life or death.
�Oh, sorry��
Heukam, who inadvertently apologized, shut his mouth. He didn�t feel vitality of the living from the warrior.�
�No way?�
Heukam cautiously approached the man. There was still no movement from the warrior.
�Ah!�
Heukam finally arrived in front of the warrior and let out the breath he had been holding back without realizing it.
As he had guessed, the warrior had already stopped breathing. But the warrior�s standing posture and the staring expression were so vivid, that it made it seem that he was still alive.
The warrior, who had lost his breath, was a master who was recognized in the Red Tree Pagoda. Even though such a master died in the room next to him, Heukam did not feel any signs.
He felt chills as if he had the flu.
Heukam looked at the body of the dead warrior without fear. He couldn�t find any scars. A strong man had died near him, and the fact that he did not know how he died made Heukams sick to his stomach.
�It�s him. He�s hiding in here.�
Heukam ran out of the room.
Heukam, who looked around for a while, soon ran into another room.�
The owner of the room was a person who looked like an ordinary scholar. He died while reading a book in front of his desk. And again, no wounds were found.
�Ugh!�
Heukam unconsciously let out a groan.
It was difficult to bear the fear rising from the depths of his heart.
He has lived his entire life as a fearmonger.�
His martial arts, which was a combination of his Demon Eyes, cursed poison, and Dream Dispersing Drug, was also an object of fear in the Xiaoleiyin Temple.�
Some people were uncomfortable with his martial arts, but that didn�t stop his martial arts from being among the best in the Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Everyone was afraid of Heukam.�
And Heukam enjoyed the fearful gaze of the people. His inferiority complex caused by the ugly appearance was overcome by nourishing the fear of the people.
But now, he found himself feeling afraid of another person.
His back became stiff, and he had a slight twitch in his shoulders. His stomach complained of� extreme pain as if he was about to vomit.
Heukam slammed the door and came out.
�Heweuck!�
He squatted in the corner of the hallway and vomited up all the food in his stomach. It was not until he had vomited up all the yellow gastric juice that he stood up. JrNovels.com
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