Chapter: 739
Every organization has a weakness.
There was no such thing as perfection in the world, and the Xiaoleiyin Temple was no exception. Even if the Xiaoleiyin Temple seemed like a solid wall, it had its own weaknesses.
One of the weaknesses that Pyo-wol identified was regarding the Mad Demon Blood Monks.
The number of the Mad Demon Blood Monks were very few, so the Xiaoleiyin Temple took special care of them. They usually do not interfere with their lives unless they are assigned to a mission. Even if a member of the Mad Demon Blood Monk was locked up in their own room for several days, no one would pay them any attention.
While this setup of the Xiaoleiyin Temple made it look like they were concerned about the Mad Demon Blood Monks, to Pyo-wol, it was a gap in their system.�
Jeongmok looked up at Pyo-wol with his eyes wide open. And Pyo-wol looked at him indifferently.
�What are you up to?! What are you trying to do with me?�
Jeongmok screamed inwardly.
He never dreamed that he would be overpowered so easily. The sequence of events was so natural that it felt like a dream.
Jeongmok thought Pyo-wol was observing him. Pyo-wol was looking at Jeongmok with a gaze similar to observing a newly caught grasshopper or dragonfly.
�You bastard! Can�t you release me right now?!�
A vein popped on Jeongmok�s neck.
If only he had been released, he would have expressed his anger� right away. Unfortunately, however, his voice could only linger in his mouth.
At one point, Pyo-wol nodded his head.
At that moment, Jeongmok felt a chill. He got an ominous feeling.
Pyo-wol�s nodding feel as if his life is about to come to an end.
Crack!
At that moment, Pyo-wol�s face changed little by little.
�Heuk!�
Jeongmok looked at Pyo-wol�s face and trembled. Because Pyo-wol�s features looked exactly like him.
It was like looking in a mirror.
Pyo-wol, who stole Jeongmok�s face in an instant, opened his mouth wide for a moment or opened his eyes wide to correct the awkward part.
After a while, Pyo-wol completely copied Jeongmok�s face.
Jeongmok continued to stare at Pyo-wol with his eyes wide open. He had goosebumps all over his body.
The fact that he was looking at the same face as himself but with an indifferent expression frightened him tremendously.
Pyo-wol took out his dagger and stabbed Jeongmok�s heart. The sharp dagger pierced Jeongmok�s flesh without a sound and went through his hart.
Jeongmok�s vision was blurred in an instant.
�A�de�mon.�
The last thing he saw before he stopped breathing was his own face with no emotion in it.
When Jeongmok completely stopped breathing, Pyo-wol retrieved the flying dagger embedded in his chest. There was no sign of guilt on Pyo-wol�s face as he killed Jeongmok. JrNovels.com
There was no such thing as perfection in the world, and the Xiaoleiyin Temple was no exception. Even if the Xiaoleiyin Temple seemed like a solid wall, it had its own weaknesses.
One of the weaknesses that Pyo-wol identified was regarding the Mad Demon Blood Monks.
The number of the Mad Demon Blood Monks were very few, so the Xiaoleiyin Temple took special care of them. They usually do not interfere with their lives unless they are assigned to a mission. Even if a member of the Mad Demon Blood Monk was locked up in their own room for several days, no one would pay them any attention.
While this setup of the Xiaoleiyin Temple made it look like they were concerned about the Mad Demon Blood Monks, to Pyo-wol, it was a gap in their system.�
Jeongmok looked up at Pyo-wol with his eyes wide open. And Pyo-wol looked at him indifferently.
�What are you up to?! What are you trying to do with me?�
Jeongmok screamed inwardly.
He never dreamed that he would be overpowered so easily. The sequence of events was so natural that it felt like a dream.
Jeongmok thought Pyo-wol was observing him. Pyo-wol was looking at Jeongmok with a gaze similar to observing a newly caught grasshopper or dragonfly.
�You bastard! Can�t you release me right now?!�
A vein popped on Jeongmok�s neck.
If only he had been released, he would have expressed his anger� right away. Unfortunately, however, his voice could only linger in his mouth.
At one point, Pyo-wol nodded his head.
At that moment, Jeongmok felt a chill. He got an ominous feeling.
Pyo-wol�s nodding feel as if his life is about to come to an end.
Crack!
At that moment, Pyo-wol�s face changed little by little.
�Heuk!�
Jeongmok looked at Pyo-wol�s face and trembled. Because Pyo-wol�s features looked exactly like him.
It was like looking in a mirror.
Pyo-wol, who stole Jeongmok�s face in an instant, opened his mouth wide for a moment or opened his eyes wide to correct the awkward part.
After a while, Pyo-wol completely copied Jeongmok�s face.
Jeongmok continued to stare at Pyo-wol with his eyes wide open. He had goosebumps all over his body.
The fact that he was looking at the same face as himself but with an indifferent expression frightened him tremendously.
Pyo-wol took out his dagger and stabbed Jeongmok�s heart. The sharp dagger pierced Jeongmok�s flesh without a sound and went through his hart.
Jeongmok�s vision was blurred in an instant.
�A�de�mon.�
The last thing he saw before he stopped breathing was his own face with no emotion in it.
When Jeongmok completely stopped breathing, Pyo-wol retrieved the flying dagger embedded in his chest. There was no sign of guilt on Pyo-wol�s face as he killed Jeongmok. JrNovels.com
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